by Jo Davis
“Better?” he asked softly.
“Yes. But far from ideal.”
“I know.” He pulled her against his chest and spoke quietly in her ear. “He has cameras everywhere, Emma. He’s suspicious now, so if we don’t play along, he’ll find out before the night is over. He’ll realize I’m helping you, and we’ll both be history.”
“Wh-what do I do?”
“Focus on nothing but me. My hands and the pleasure I can bring you. Pretend if you need to that you’re somewhere else, that I’m the man you love,” he whispered. “Is there someone, pretty girl?”
“Yes.” She leaned into him.
“Do you love him?”
The helpless noise in her throat was all the answer he required.
“Will he blame you for this?”
“No.” Blaze wasn’t that kind of man.
“Then do what you must to get home to him.”
The arousal Emma had been battling ever since her interrupted daydreaming session earlier washed over her, carrying her away like a leaf on a rushing river. J.C. parted her blouse and cupped her breasts, testing their fullness. His thumbs grazed the sensitized tips, and she arched into him with a groan. So needy.
“You’re beautiful,” he praised. Bending over, he licked one pouty nipple, teasing it. Then he suckled it for several delicious moments before turning his attention to the other.
By the time he raised his head she was lost to the wickedness, ready to do whatever he wanted. Was this her submissive side coming to the fore? She didn’t know, only that his tugging her to the floor to kneel between his feet felt natural. So did freeing the buttons on his leathers, parting the fly, and lifting out his cock and balls.
His erection was big, veined, and gorgeous, the balls heavy. What little body hair he had was nicely manscaped, with only a patch of brown above his cock. The bulbous tip was leaking pre-cum, and she spread the little pearl with her finger, liking how he sucked in a sharp breath and gazed at her, his face etched with desire.
“Suck me, Emma.”
Teasing him, she licked and nuzzled his balls first, taking them in her mouth and rolling them around. She loved the delicate texture, how a powerful man was always reduced to a puddle when being licked and sucked. As if he was the slave instead.
Her tongue traced a path up the ridge under his cock to the head, where she licked away the salty drops. Finally, she took pity and suckled the head for a moment, then deep-throated him to the balls.
“Ah, fuck! God yes, girl. Suck my cock, do it.”
She began to work him hard, using her throat muscles to massage his length. One strong hand dug through her hair and clasped her head, urging her on. Fucking her mouth with short thrusts until he urged her to stop.
“You’re going to make me come, and I want to be inside you when I do.”
Pulling off him, she watched, mesmerized, as he removed his shoes and ankle holster, placing them close at hand. He stood and pushed his leathers past his hips and off, dropping them to the floor. His shirt went next, and he was completely naked. A god.
“Your turn,” he said, grinning.
Feeling self-conscious, she resolved to follow this through. She let her blouse slide off and stood to remove her shoes and pants as well. They joined his, and she waited, hoping he liked what he saw.
“Stunning underneath the clothing as well.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. Now brace yourself on the side of the sofa right here, bend over, and spread your legs, sweetheart.”
She did, hyperaware of being exposed. Vulnerable. His for the taking in this wicked place, where nothing mattered at the moment except slaking their lust.
“Look at you,” he murmured, smoothing his hand over one ass cheek. Dipping his fingers between her pussy lips. “So pretty, your pink pussy already wet and aching to be filled. You want that, don’t you? My cock buried in your sweet channel?”
“Yes, please.” God, she burned.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, J.C. Deep and hard, please!”
He removed his fingers and in seconds she heard a package crinkle. Then one hand rested on her hip as he steadied himself and brought the head of his cock to her opening with the other. He pushed inside and they groaned together, electrified by their joining as he slid deeper. And deeper still until he was seated groin to ass and held there, allowing the sensation to heighten.
Gripping her hips, he began to move, taking her in slow thrusts. Out, to the head and in again, so deep and so good. Filling her over and over, the strokes becoming increasingly faster and harder.
“Oh, yeah. Such a hot, tight pussy.”
“Fuck me harder!”
He obliged, slammed into her, flesh slapping in rapid tempo, gripping her so hard that he’d likely leave a few bruises. She loved it, feeling free. Naughty.
As he pushed them higher, she began to unravel, the tight ball of ecstasy blooming until she couldn’t contain the explosion. “Oh, God, yes!”
“Shit…” One last thrust and he buried himself deep, cock jerking as he filled her with warmth.
She spasmed around his length, and he laid his head on her shoulder as the euphoria faded, leaving a nice fuzzy glow in its wake. After a few moments he withdrew and helped her straighten, kissing her cheek.
“I’m thinking it will be safe to return you to your room. He’s seen us, and he’ll know you were in here with me,” he said.
“Great — let’s go.” Now that the earth had stopped moving, she felt more than a little uneasy standing around in her birthday suit after having hot sex with a stranger in an enemy compound.
They dressed quickly, and he accompanied her back to the bedroom. Instead of bidding her good night and locking her in, however, he came in and closed the door behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“I wanted to say thank you for an amazing ride back there. It was fantastic, even if the rest of the company sucks.”
She sent him a shaky smile. “Thank you, too. I don’t know if I’m an exhibitionist or not, but I hardly think this was a fair test.”
“I think we all have a bit of it in us — it’s just that some of us never tap in to our sexual potential.”
“Someone I know has been trying to teach that to me, and I’m beginning to understand. Or I might, given the right situation.”
“This someone is the man you love.” It wasn’t a question. He was referring to her earlier admission.
“Yes.”
“Are you feeling guilty about tonight?”
“Some,” she admitted. “But… he’s a free spirit. And a powerful Dom, too. I guess I never really got how he could claim to want to be with me, yet still enjoy fucking other lovers, doing a ‘scene’ with them, and not see anything wrong with it.”
“You get it now.”
“Yes, or at least I’m getting there. I’m willing to try.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” he said, stalking forward with the grace of a panther. “Because I’m very willing to help you liberate your vanilla mind. Think of me as therapy.”
“Therapy?” She squeaked as he pushed her backward, onto the bed, and crawled on top of her.
“You bet. Get some rest, dear Emma,” he whispered in her ear. “Because the next time I fuck you, I’m going to do it slow and easy, for a good long while.”
Oh, my. Yes.
Well, Blaze had wanted her awakened to new possibilities, and it was safe to say she was coming out of a long sleep.
She just hoped he could handle his own creation.
Six
Three days. Three long-assed, sorry motherfucking days pacing, worried sick about Emma. He’d tried returning to work the day after she was kidnapped, but he’d gotten on Michael’s last nerve and had been sent straight home again.
“Dammit.” In his kitchen, he tossed the remains of his half-eaten sandwich and stared out the back window overlooking his yard. SHADO’s intelligence guys were doing the
ir best to find her and Dietz. And they would find her. He knew that.
But it didn’t stop his brain from conjuring all sorts of horrible things Dietz might be doing to her, how frightened she must be. Unless…
No. She’s still alive. I’d know if she wasn’t.
The peal of his doorbell cut into his tumbling thoughts, and he strode out of the kitchen through the living room, dread building in the pit of his stomach. The knot grew when he looked out the peephole to see Bastian standing on the porch. He yanked open the door and let the other man inside, grabbing his arm.
“She’s not dead.” It came out more of a demand than a question.
“No. If that were the case, Michael would’ve come himself,” Bastian said in a soothing tone. “Actually, I have some good news and some bad.”
“As long as it involves us being able to take action, I can deal with whatever you tell me. Sit down?”
“Sure.” He sat in a wingback chair as Blaze perched on the arm of the sofa, waiting. “This won’t take long because it’s pretty simple. Our tech guys haven’t been able to unscramble the signal to track the stolen helicopter. However, Michael got an anonymous tip on his secure e-mail account giving a set of coordinates. Nothing else. We have a team checking it out now to see if it’s anything important or just a wild-goose chase.”
“I assume the computer geeks are trying to trace the e-mail.”
“As we speak. Not much luck there so far, though. I’m thinking if it’s related to Dietz, one of his own men turned or there’s someone on the inside, maybe FBI, who took a chance in feeding us their location.”
“And the weapon’s location, hopefully.”
Bastian snorted. “Wouldn’t that be nice? Nothing is ever that simple.”
“True. And the FBI will let us do the dirty work to keep the weapon’s theft from becoming public, and when the dust settles, they’ll take the credit if all ends well.”
“That’s the thankless shit job we took, which we knew going in.” Bastian shifted, suddenly looking uneasy. “There’s one other thing. If — when — we pin down where Emma is probably being held, Michael has ordered you to stay here.”
Blaze laughed, the sound humorless and more than a tad pissed. “Michael can suck my dick. No disrespect intended.”
“He’s the boss, Kelly.” The other man cocked a half smile that was devoid of humor. “And believe me, Michael wouldn’t stray anywhere close to your dick.”
Blaze filed the man’s words and the bitter tone away for future reference. Coupled with what Bastian had said in his new office a few days ago, Blaze wondered anew what the deal was between Michael and Bastian.
Bastian continued. “You’ll remain here out of the way. Otherwise, you’ll be a liability.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it. Emma’s going on assignment with me, and this is no different. I have every right to go after my partner.”
“Michael won’t—”
“Yes, he will. Tell him that I go, or I resign. His choice.”
“You’re a tough SOB. He’s not going to like this.”
“So I’ve been told, and I don’t care whether he does.” Stalemate. Blaze wanted to change the subject and was reluctant to see the other man leave. He needed company to take his mind off the constant aching worry. “Want a beer?”
“I really should get going,” said Bastian, not sounding convinced. “I was supposed to go back and finish unpacking my office.”
“All work and no play…”
“Makes Bastian a dull boy. I know.” He sighed, suddenly looking forlorn.
“Have pity on me, at least. I’m about to go out of my mind sitting around here waiting on word about Emma.”
The other man hesitated. “Oh, why the hell not? It’s not as if anyone from the office gives a damn where I went.”
“I smell a story there. Tell it to me over the beer?” Blaze rose and started for the kitchen, the other man right behind him.
“Not much to tell. Well, there sort of is, but it can be condensed into a few pathetic words — the man I love doesn’t know I’m alive in the romantic sense.”
“We’ve all been there, friend,” he said in sympathy, pulling two bottles from the fridge. “Can I ask who you’re talking about?”
“I’d rather not say.” The other man took his beer and twisted off the top. “Here’s to unrequited love.”
“And crotch rot visited upon those who don’t appreciate us.”
Bastian laughed and they clinked bottles. Blaze studied the man, and his interest grew by the second. There was a certain vulnerability in his new friend’s eyes, a weariness that called to him and had him wanting to make things better. Curiosity got the better of him.
“You’re gay, then? I never would’ve guessed.”
“Bi. Does that bother you?” Bastian asked, tensing a little.
“Not at all. I prefer women, but I’ve topped a few guys, and the sex can be just as satisfying. Sometimes a man will come to me who’s heard of my rep as a good Dom and just needs a cathartic S&M session, no sex. It’s good stress relief for a sub, and there are even studies that show it.”
Bastian laughed, shaking his head. “You’re a constant surprise, Kelly.”
He wanted to ask in what way, and address the spark of interest that flared in the man’s eyes. Instead, he asked the question that had been on his mind since he’d stopped by Bastian’s new office. “I’d like to ask you something else, but if it’s too personal, just tell me.”
“Shoot.”
“Why did Dietz get the CEO’s job over you? From what I’ve seen, he’s got the suave lines of bull down in spades, but you have the genuine caring for your fellow agents that he’s never had.”
Bastian looked away, seemed to curl in on himself. “You make plans, but life has different ones. That’s how it goes.”
“Does this have anything to do with the man who doesn’t know you’re alive?”
“Could be. Doesn’t matter.”
Blaze wasn’t stupid. The pieces were beginning to fall into place, and he had a feeling he knew who’d hurt the other man so badly. And he thought it did matter a helluva lot, but it wasn’t his place to push. “I’m sorry. For what it’s worth, I think this guy is an idiot of biblical proportions.”
“Thanks, that helps.” A smile lit those amazing jade green eyes, which slowly swept his body from head to toe and back again. Polishing off half his beer, Bastian set it on the counter and continued his silent appraisal, making his desire perfectly clear.
As if the bulge between his thighs didn’t send the message. Blaze admired how the man’s expensive suit outlined his athletic frame from his strong shoulders to his narrow waist and flat belly. He’d bet the body underneath the conservative clothing was a treat, and his cock stirred to life, begging to find out.
“Bastian, I can name a whole slew of reasons why we shouldn’t.” His attempt to be reasonable didn’t sound very convincing.
“So can I. But right now, what I need is to feel wanted. It’s not something I’ve felt in far too long.”
His vulnerability tugged at Blaze’s heart. Putting aside his own beer, he stepped close to Bastian, pleased when he didn’t move away. “We’ve all been there. Maybe we both need to forget everything, just for a while?”
“Maybe we do.”
He reached out, brushed a thumb over Bastian’s plump lower lip. “Do you bottom?”
“Yes,” he said, eyes darkening with lust. “I like it all.”
“Good. Because I don’t bottom. Ever.” Dropping his hand, he indicated the other man’s clothing. “Strip to the waist.”
Bastian looked momentarily startled by the order, but then he slid off his jacket and holster, hanging both over the back of a nearby chair in the breakfast nook. His tie and dress shirt came off next, and he stood waiting.
Gorgeous. A wonderful example of prime male flesh, his for the taking. And take it he would. Whoever had hurt this sexy golden angel — and he
thought he knew who — was one dumb son of a bitch.
“Good. Now, come kneel in front of me and unzip my jeans.”
Without argument, Bastian crossed to him and knelt. Fingers trembling, he managed the task and pulled the material slightly apart. “You aren’t wearing underwear,” he said hoarsely.
“Gets in the way. Take out my cock and balls, and don’t speak again unless I give you permission.” His lover stared at him and nodded, face glowing with arousal. Blaze didn’t know if he’d ever played the submissive before, but if not, he was quite the natural. That was evident in the way he followed orders without question, pulling Blaze’s jeans down some, removing his thick erection and heavy balls. “Touch me, let me feel your tongue.”
Skilled fingers manipulated his sac, the touch warm and sure. He groaned as Bastian’s tongue flicked out, licking the length of his rod, swirling the head. His erection was deep red and throbbing, needing more. “Suck it. I want to see it disappear between those pretty lips, feel it slide down that gorgeous throat.”
In the next instant, his cock was surrounded in warm, wet heaven. There was nothing he loved better in the world than to have a beautiful sub under his control, doing his bidding. The power was intoxicating, as good as the actual sex, never failing to fuel his lust even more.
Bastian was good at sucking cock, laving the underside with his wet tongue as he increased the friction and took the member deeper. Threading his fingers through the bright blond strands of the other man’s hair, Blaze fucked that glorious mouth slowly, until he was in danger of ending things much too soon.
He nudged Bastian, pulling back gently. “Stop. Stand up, take down your pants and underwear, face the counter, and brace yourself with your legs spread.” His lover complied, erection bobbing as he moved into position without hesitation. “Don’t move.”
Quickly, he retrieved a condom and lube from his bedroom and returned, gratified to find his hot sub still waiting. Back arched, ass poking out in invitation, he was quite the sight. After sheathing his cock, Blaze took the lube and spread a generous amount on the length, then squirted more on his fingers.
Putting the tube aside, he parted the smooth ass cheeks and dipped a finger past the taut ring, the whimper from his prey increasing the delicious humming in his veins. Then two fingers, stretching, preparing. A bite of pain with the pleasure was often very satisfying, but he didn’t want to truly hurt his partner.
