by Mazzy King
Gently, he takes my hand and pulls me to stand before him, then begins to undress me slowly, pulling off my top, then reaching for the button on my jeans. I sit back on the bed as he tugs them down over my hips. His gaze slides over me. I’m now wearing only a strapless bra and a lace thong.
I sit up, gazing up at him. “Thank you,” I whisper, never taking my eyes off his as I reach for the front closure of my bra and open it slowly. His eyes go dark with lust and he grips his lower lip between his teeth. I place his hands on my breasts and he squeezes, gently but eagerly, his thumbs stroking over my nipples. Then I push his hands away and reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs. His thick, heavy erection presses between my breasts as I pull down his underwear. Then I take his long, hard shaft in my hand, stroking it a few times.
He lets out a low grunt.
I bring my mouth to his cock, sucking him in slowly, deeply. His skin is hot and velvety smooth. I suck and jack him at the same time in slow, rhythmic strokes until he slides one hand into my hair, grasping a tight fistful as he helps coax my head into a cadence he needs. I thrill at his dominance, his strength, sucking harder, faster.
Finally, he tugs my head away gently. “You’re gonna make me come,” he says breathlessly.
“That was the idea,” I murmur to him.
He bends down, kissing me deeply. “I want to come inside you. Inside that sweet pussy I can’t stop thinking about.”
I moan against his mouth, my flesh aching and tingling.
He leans over me, guiding me to my back, and spreads my thighs. “But first, dessert,” he whispers, hooking a finger into the waistband of my thong and tugging it down over my hips.
I let out a strangled cry as soon as his tongue slides through my soaked slit. It’s hot and soft and wet, and I’ve never felt anything like his mouth before. He grunts softly as he eats my pussy, as if he’s a starving man and I’m a luscious banquet set before him, just for him.
“So fucking sweet,” he mumbles between licks, then sucks my clit.
The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I come hard against his tongue, in his mouth.
“Fuck, that was sexy,” he pants, rising over me. He lowers his mouth to mine again. I can taste myself all over his tongue. “So sweet. Just like I knew you would be.”
I suck his tongue as he reaches down between my thighs, probing my throbbing slit with large, gentle fingers. He slides one inside me, then another. I gasp at the sensation, my hips rolling immediately.
“Mm, yeah,” he says into my ear, kissing my neck. “Look at you, fucking my fingers. Do you want my cock, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I gasp, his fingers moving faster in me. They push up against my G-spot over and over.
“I feel you getting tight on my fingers.” He moves them faster. “You gonna come for me again?”
I shudder violently, lost to the sensations of my body shattering around his touch. I’ve always had a sensitive body, but he’s unlocked a whole new level inside me.
“Fuck, that was beautiful,” he whispers, then guides my thighs apart. “I need to be deep in that pussy now, sweetheart. I need to make it mine.”
“It’s yours,” I moan. “It’s been yours since you walked into my classroom, Aidan.”
He curses softly at that while he sinks slowly, inch by inch, into my pussy. He’s huge, filling and stretching me like I’ve never experienced before until his hips are flush against mine.
“You’re so deep,” I gasp, sinking my nails into his lower back.
“I’ll go slow for you,” he murmurs, then kisses me and begins to move.
His strokes are slow and hard. He bottoms out with each forward thrust, and I lift my hips to meet him each time.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he breathes in my ear. “Tell me you’re all mine, because I’m all yours. Only yours.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, wrapping my legs around him.
He groans, his lower lip between his teeth, and his hips move faster. He holds himself up on his forearms, his muscles straining, as he pounds into me, harder, faster, deeper.
“Come for me, baby,” he grunts. “Come for me and take me with you.”
Just a few more hard thrusts, and I come like a lightning bolt, crying out into his shoulder before sinking my teeth in. Whether it was my wildly clenching pussy, the bite, or both, I’m not sure, but he bears down on me, fucking me so hard the bedframe slams against the wall.
“Fuck, Stella,” he moans as he pushes himself deep inside me and holds it there. His cock throbs hard as he comes, his body shuddering. He rests on top of me, panting a little. Then he kisses my shoulder, up my neck, and finds my waiting lips. “You’re amazing. You know that? I’ve been crazy for you from the second I saw you.”
“Same,” I say, smiling sleepily up at him. “This should make for an interesting class next week.”
He teases my lips with his tongue. “The whole time, I’m going to be thinking about sitting you on your desk and spreading those thighs wide…while I sit in your chair eating your pussy until you come over and over and over.”
I shiver at the thought, and he jumps a little, laughing. “I felt that. I think you like that idea, huh?”
“In theory, yes,” I say with a grin, running a hand through his hair. “Pretty sure it’d get me fired, though.”
“Your office, then.” He lowers his mouth to mine, and we kiss for a long moment, until his cock grows hard inside me. This time he flips me over so he’s on his back, and I fuck him hard and slow until we both come at the same time.
We lapse into deep sleep, waking only when he decides to pretend my bedroom is my desk on campus. He eats me thoroughly again until I come, then turns me over onto all fours and fucks me from the back.
Finally, totally exhausted and spent, we collapse on my bed. He pulls me into his arms and holds me protectively until I fall asleep.
The events of the night—the guys at the bar, the car chase, everything Aidan told me—become almost just a bad dream.
6
Aidan
We stay in bed late into the afternoon, but I’m awake most of the time, staring at the ceiling.
Last night was the best night of my life, hands down. Waking up to Stella this morning, her eager hands touching me, silently asking for me, felt like something out of a dream. Something I’ve thought about, wanted, for years and never thought I could have. Rolling her onto her back, sliding inside her, making her come—all things I feel like I was built to do for her, with her. Forever.
I should be on cloud nine. But instead, as I lie in her comfortable bed, listening to her soft, deep breaths, her naked body warm against mine, all I can think of is if I’m about to lose it all.
I texted Gunner this morning to let him know what’s going on, and he told me to head to HQ that afternoon for a meeting to determine how to proceed. In fact… I glance at my cell phone and stifle a groan. I need to get going now.
Stella stirs in my arms, lifting her head up and blinking sleepily. “What’s going on?”
I kiss her nose. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the entire world. That’s what’s going on.”
She smiles, tracing a finger over my chest. She glances at my phone laying on the nightstand. “I’m guessing it’s time for you to leave.”
I sigh, much more heavily than I intended. “Yeah. I wish I didn’t have to. But I have to meet with the cops and then…I’m expected tonight.”
She swallows. “I’m scared.”
I tilt her chin up and bring her lips to mine. “Don’t be scared. I’m not scared.”
“You’re not?”
I absolutely am, but I flash her what I hope is a reassuring smile. “I got the cops on my side for the first time in my life. I’m gonna be fine.”
Stella gives me a sad look. “Don’t bullshit me.”
I sigh again. “Yeah. I’m a little scared. But that’s why I’m meeting with them first. They’ll help me out. And if they want to pull me out…
they will.”
“Come back to me,” Stella says softly.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” I reply, kissing her again.
I dress quickly, and she walks me to the door. I turn around and sweep her into my arms. “I owe you a real date,” I murmur. “Fancy dinner. Wine. Flowers. The whole nine.”
She smiles into my cheek. “I’d like that, but I’d settle for you in my bed, me in your arms, watching some movies.”
“That sounds like heaven.” I cup her face in my hands and kiss her tenderly. “Soon. I promise.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
I kiss her once more, then turn to leave, willing myself not to look back.
I stop by home to shower and change before heading to headquarters. I pull up to the curb across the street from the tall building. As I’m crossing the street, a vehicle about fifty-ish feet up ahead pulls away from the curb and takes off. It’s a black SUV with heavy black tint.
I stop in my tracks. Is that…?
Then I shake my head. There’s more than one black SUV in the world, Aidan. The chase last night has me all kinds of paranoid—and distracted. I have to get my shit together.
During the meeting, with Gunner, a couple of other undercover officers, and the captain over the Program, Leary, I tell them exactly what went down at the bar the previous night.
Gunner shoots a nervous look at the captain. “I think we need to call it,” he says. “For Aidan’s safety.”
“Now hold on,” Captain Leary says, lifting a hand. “We’ve spent a lot of time and money training him to do exactly this. Sometimes shit gets hot. We don’t run at the first hint something might be off.”
“Maybe not actual, seasoned police officers,” Gunner insists. “But Aidan’s still a civilian. He can’t even carry a gun. I think we should pull him.”
“I want to know what Aidan thinks.” The captain swivels his gaze toward me and folds his hands. “Tell me. Do you want out?”
I glance from Gunner to him. “How does this affect our agreement?”
Captain Leary shrugs. “The agreement was you do some work for us and provide us with actionable intelligence that will allow us to nail these bastards to the wall. You’ve done some work, but we don’t have actionable intelligence.”
“I’ve given you names of all the guys,” I protest.
“But not who’s in charge. And I want to know who’s in charge.” Captain Leary shrugs. “We’ll certainly keep you in the Program. But no deal until you complete an assignment.”
I stare down at the table.
“Aidan,” Gunner begins.
I shake my head slowly. “I—I was probably overreacting because seeing him in the last place I thought I’d see him freaked me out.”
“And you were followed,” Gunner says with a frown.
“I shook ’em,” I reply, looking at the captain. “I don’t know that was them for sure, but if it was, maybe they were just checking up on me. It’s not like we’re selling Girl Scout cookies, after all.”
“So?” Captain Leary spreads his palms. “Are you in, or are you out?”
I clench my jaw, meeting his stare. “I’m in.”
I stride into the warehouse the crew is using as operations, head held high. There’s no way I’m going to let them think I’m shaken from what happened last night.
Eric smirks at me from a table where he’s counting money and smoking a cigarette. “Hey, college boy. So, how’d your date go last night?”
“None of your business, thanks. Moving on.” I look to Oliver, who stands behind Eric, watching me with an unreadable expression. “What do we got?”
“Aw, come on,” Eric wheedles, rising. “Don’t be like that. I didn’t cock-block you or anything, did I?” He glances at Oliver, then a few of the other guys. “Should’ve seen the chick he was with. Sexy, nice rack, and her ass was…” He does a chef’s kiss, then sneers at me. “You saying you didn’t hit that at least half a dozen times last night? Maybe you should give her my number, so she sees what a real man’s like.”
I don’t know why he’s doing it, but Eric is clearly trying to get a rise out of me. Inside, I’m raging and longing to beat his smug face in. Outwardly, I’m as stoic as Oliver.
“You finished?” I drawl. “Anyway. Can we get to work?”
“That depends,” a voice behind me says.
I whirl around. A tall man in his mid-forties with slicked-back dark hair wearing a charcoal suit walks towards me. I’ve never met him before, but I know who he is.
The boss. Gray.
He smiles at me. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Joe. You’ve made some good runs for me. Everything goes smoothly when you’re involved. I thought it was time I introduced myself.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Gray,” I say cautiously.
“I hope it’s nice to meet you,” he replies. “But my boys here who’ve been around a lot longer than you tell me they have some concerns about you. Think you might be an undercover cop.”
I scoff, shaking my head. “That’s not funny.”
“I’m afraid it’s not a joke.”
“You do know I’m an ex-con, right?”
Gray shrugs. “I understand. But, to be fair, that could be part of your cover.”
I stare at the ceiling. “I don’t have a cover. I’m not a fucking cop.” And since I’m not, that part’s not a lie, so it’s easy for me to deliver that with conviction.
“So what were you doing at police headquarters this afternoon?” Gray asks smoothly.
Fuck. Well, it’s good to know my paranoia is accurate. I shrug, hoping I still look impassive. “Had to pay a speeding ticket.”
“Really?” He tilts his head. “See, I’d believe that, except Eric tells me he saw you meeting with someone on campus last night. Someone who looked just like a cop we saw at HQ earlier.”
I scrunch up my face in annoyed incredulity. “You think I pal around with cops?” I demand. “What part of ‘I’m an ex-con’ was I not clear about? I don’t have shit to say to them, and they don’t have shit to say to me.”
“Eric also tells me you seemed quite jumpy when he saw you out last night,” Gray goes on. “He expected a friendlier greeting than what he got.”
I shrugged. “I happened to be on a date with someone who doesn’t know what I do for a living. Jesus Christ, what is this?”
Gray exchanges a long look with Oliver, who nods and heads out the back door. “You’re right. I’m sure this is offensive to you. But we have to make sure we’re involving the right people in our organization here if we want it to be successful. So when I hear concerns such as those that were expressed to me, I have to take them seriously. You understand.”
I open my mouth to reply just as Oliver returns, the door banging open. All the words I was about to say die in my mouth when I see who Oliver’s yanking along by an arm.
Stella.
7
Stella
I blink, looking around in terror. I’m in some kind of warehouse, but I don’t know where I am. I was blindfolded the entire ride here—after a few men broke into my house half an hour after Aidan left me. They were watching the house all night and waited for him to leave.
Which meant they were planning to take me all along.
I didn’t scream or cry when I fought them and lost, and they slipped a black hood over my head and bound my wrists behind me. Not because I was being brave, but because I was simply in shock. How was this happening to me?
The fear didn’t truly set in until the door of the vehicle I was in was yanked open. Rough hands pulled me out and led me, stumbling, God only knew where. Then the hood was torn off my head.
My gaze settles on Aidan, standing too far from me, his face as shocked as I feel.
“Aidan?” I murmur without thinking.
“Aidan!” The tall man in the gray suit lifts his eyebrows and turns toward Aidan. “What happened to Joe?”
“I knew he was a fucking snitch,” one
of the men in the room, the guy from the bar last night, snarls.
Oh, no. Why did I have to open my big mouth?
“I’m not,” Aidan says through bared teeth, “a fucking snitch.”
He’s doing his best to hold onto the last bit of his cover. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost buy it.
“Well, you get to prove it,” the tall man says cheerfully. He turns his back toward me for a moment then pushes Aidan forward toward me as the men who dragged me in shove me at Aidan.
We meet in the middle, me stumbling and trying not to fall.
My eyes are wide, chest heaving, as I look at Aidan and then tall man as he walks up behind him.
“If you want us to believe you’re one of us, and subsequently save your own life,” the man says, “then you’ll need to kill her. Otherwise, we’ll assume you’re lying, and we’ll kill you. And then her.” He gives me a sickly-sweet smile as the blood drains from my face. “Nothing personal, dear. Just business. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time when you met this guy.”
Oh my god. No.
Speechless, I shift my gaze back to Aidan. And now, I see what he’s holding.
A black handgun.
“Aidan,” I whisper.
He lowers his eyes down and to the side, toward the man. He hefts the gun, like he’s checking its weight. Then he pulls on the slide and it makes a horrible metallic clicking noise.
“I’m sorry,” he says woodenly.
I close my eyes.
The boom of the gun is deafening, so loud it rattles my brain. For an instant I lose all sense of the world and my place in it. Am I sitting? Am I standing? Am I alive?
Am I dead?
Then my world shifts—literally.
A burst of nausea roils through me as I’m lifted off my feet and turned over. I force my eyes open and find myself staring at the ground. Then I realize I’m slung over someone’s shoulder.
