“I live here. You are actually on my porch. I believe yours is about ten feet to the right,” I said simply. Then I flashed my best thousand megawatt smile. The one I knew had most women dropping their panties at the sight of it.
Chapter Five
Jasmin
“The fuck you say?” I asked, completely stunned.
Did he just say he lived here? What in the hell was Z thinking? How in God’s name was I going to sleep with Mr. DDG sleeping in the next apartment with only a thin wall separating us?
After the meeting I rode around the city trying to relax and clear my mind. When I finally got home it still took me almost an hour to finally close my eyes and not think about the sex I undeniably wanted to have with him. Not even the memories of my capture and torture could stop the sexy replay reel of him walking in the conference room. Just thinking about it now I could feel my nipples getting hard through my thin tank top, and once again, my life sucked. I was not wearing a bra. Maybe the heavens would bless me and he would not notice. I looked back at his face and yup, they were laser focused on my nipples. FML! Why couldn’t I catch a break with this guy?
“Ahem.” I cleared my throat hoping to get his attention. His eyes met mine and that sexy smirk was back on his face.
“What? Are you the one with the issues understanding the English language?” Linc asked as he inched his way closer to me. “Ich wohne hier.” He whispered in my ear repeating, I live here, in German. His accent was perfect. Of course it would be. Every damn thing about him seemed to be perfect. Why wouldn’t his German be flawless as well?
“Whatever!” Yes, I was reduced to the verbal equivalent of a fifteen year old.
In my defense it was hard to think when Linc had his body so damn close to mine and I could smell that ‘I wanna have sex’ scent on him again. I was also trying to figure out if that was his gun brushing up against my bare thigh or if it was his hard on. Surely a man as sexy as Lincoln Parker would not get a hard on from a little nipple action. Only from what I was feeling, the long hard length against my thigh was bigger than the HK barrel of eight inches. I lightly pushed my thigh against it to double check, just for research and technical purposes of course.
A soft groan slipped passed his lips when my thigh pressed against him. My nipples tightened even more at the sound, and the wetness between my legs drenched the boxers I was wearing. I guess that’s what I got for going commando. I think I read somewhere once it was un-lady like to go without panties, but I rarely see the use in wearing any. I now understand that the article I read urging women to wear panties must have been a cautionary piece. In case you find yourself in a situation with a six foot two inch, black haired, green eyed, sexy as all fuck man who is only inches from you and your pussy is dripping wet with nothing to stop the wetness from running down your leg.
My humiliation knew no bounds.
“Careful there, Jasmin,” he spoke softly near my ear, tickling the soft flesh down my neck giving me goose bumps all the way down my arms. “If you are checking to see if you made my dick hard with your sexy as hell little nipples poking through your tank top, I can confirm. My dick is rock hard.”
Well, damn, that was straight forward. I think I had a mini orgasm. I could feel my wetness running down my inner thigh. Time to stop this now, before I had to hide under my bed for the rest of my life in mortification. Please God, just let me walk away.
“I have to go.”
Oh shit, was that my voice? I sounded two octaves higher than normal, like a twelve year old boy whose nuts hadn’t dropped yet. Shit and damn!
“Are you running away from me, sweet Jasmin?” He lowered his face into the curve of my neck and inhaled deeply. “I can smell your sweetness from here.”
What the fuck did he just say? That shook me out of Mr. DDG’s sex crazed spell he put me under. I do not run away from anyone!
“Running away from who? You? Screw off!”
I stood straight and pushed my shoulders back. On second thought that was not the best idea. My sensitive nipples brushed against the stone wall that made up his chest and an involuntary moan escaped. I tried to pull it back in and press my lips together but it was too late.
“Easy there sweet Jasmin! My control is slipping by the second. Between your tight little nipples rubbing my chest and the smell of your sweet pussy I am getting ready to snap.” He pushed his body fully on to mine, running his hand over the curve of my hip. And that pesky little moan escaped once more.
“Knowing I made you so wet that you are dripping down your thigh and hearing that soft sweet moan come out of your filthy little mouth has my dick getting ready to explode.” He placed his finger on the inside on my thigh and slowly started moving it up towards my aching center.
I was in a trance; he must have hypnotized me. No man has ever gotten away with talking like that to me, or touching me when I was not in one hundred percent control. I didn’t have any control, he had it all, and I was spellbound, ready to spread my legs and beg a man I had known less than twenty four hours to fuck me. He stopped his exploration just shy of where I really wanted him. I watched with rapt attention as he brought his finger to his mouth and suck my wetness from his finger. I think my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I was having an out of body experience. My entire body trembled as I watched him pull his finger from his mouth.
“So. Fucking. Sweet.”
With that parting shot he started to back away. My body swayed as I came back to my senses. He placed his hands on my hips to help right my balance.
“Don’t touch me.”
Shit, I was such a fucking idiot. I straightened fully and took a step back. Shit. Shit. Shit. What just happened? Maybe I was dreaming, please Lord above let me be dreaming.
“There she is.” He chuckled as he fixed the strap on his pack, presumably to avoid the bullet wound on his shoulder.
“There who is?” I asked confused.
He just chuckled and ignored my question. Damn this man was infuriating. Screw it, I just need to get back inside my house and get some sleep. The sun was already peaking up over the horizon.
“When did it happen?” I nodded towards his shoulder.
“How’d you know?” Linc asked, once again moving the strap.
“Not my first rodeo, cowboy. I have seen my fair share of shoulder wounds.” Getting shot at sucks monkey balls, but getting hit sucks even worse.
“No I guess it wouldn’t be. Russia, that’s …umm... where it happened.” Linc looked like it pained him to utter that word. As much as I wanted to know about the mission, I was just too tired.
“Glad you made it out. Good night.” I walked back to my door.
“Good night, sweet Jasmin.” He went back to his door, his keys still hanging in the lock. I wondered if I should tell him he needed to turn the knob to the left a little to get the lock to engage. Nope, I’d let him figure it out.
Walking into my apartment, I made my way to the bedroom. I slid my soaked shorts off and tossed them in the dirty clothes hamper. Those might have to get double washed. With a groan of humiliation I threw myself on the bed.
“Why am I such an ass?” I asked the empty room.
I squeezed my legs together to calm the ache in my core as I remembered his touch and his voice against my neck. This was not helping! I just needed to close my eyes and visualize disassembling my M4. Funny how some people count sheep to go to sleep and I count the pieces of my weapons.
I heard the shower turn on next door. I squeezed my legs together again and screwed my eyes shut. Trying my hardest to block out the images my overactive, lustful mind was conjuring up. I just needed sleep. The last thing I needed to be doing was listening to Lincoln getting into the shower. Holy hell, he was naked in the shower! His shower only a mere twelve inches behind my bed. The house was so old the walls were like paper. I remembered hearing my old neighbors banging in the shower and in their room many nights. I could hear every grunt and groan. Fuck. My. Life. Again! I hear
d the old pipes whine as the water warmed up, and then the old glass doors squeaked loudly as he opened them to get in.
Before I knew what was happening my left hand had slid under my tank top and I was palming my breast, squeezing it, making my nipples tighten once again. I closed my thumb and forefinger around my nipple pinching it, and pulling the sensitive nub away from my body. Holy shit that felt good!
I could hear Lincoln in the shower behind me; that thought alone had my body on fire. I kept my eyes closed and imagined him as he soaped up his muscular body. His hands running over his six pack then back down to the V that would lead down to an impressive package. I slid my right hand down my stomach wishing it was Lincoln’s soapy hand; I made my way down to my slippery entrance and pushed one finger inside.
“AHH Fuck.” I moaned out loud. There was a bang on the other side of the wall, it sounded like Lincoln had dropped something in the shower. I could clearly hear the commotion and the thought of Lincoln hearing me pleasure myself only spurred me on.
I gathered up my wetness and started to massage my clit in slow hard circles. With the water still running in Lincoln’s apartment I visualized him taking his dick in his hand and stroking himself in the same slow way I was rubbing my clit. I pulled my nipple harder and spread my legs wide the cool air on my sensitive pussy adding to my excitement. My vision of Lincoln jerking himself off grew more vivid as I massaged harder, and I could feel myself getting ready to come. My body began to shake and I was hot all over, as the first wave of sweet relief washed over my body I let out a shout, “Lincoln!”
“Sweet Jasmin.” Came through the wall. That’s all it took for a tidal wave of pleasure to surge through my body leaving my legs shaking and me panting.
It took several minutes for my body to calm down and the waves of pleasure to subside. Just as the water turned off on Lincoln’s side the embarrassment started to wash over me. Had I really just pleasured myself thinking about Lincoln naked in the shower? Holy shit, I was going to die. The thought of him hearing me turned me on just minutes ago and now the thought of him hearing me come made me want to crawl under my bed and hide for a hundred years. I need to quit my job!!
I jumped out of bed and made my way to my bathroom to wash my hands. How was I ever going to face Mr. DDG?
***
The vibrating and buzzing sound pulled me from sleep; I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone. I fumbled with it entering in my security code to unlock my screen. Once I finally got the annoying alarm to stop I tossed it back on the table and stretched. Damn I felt like I just closed my eyes. What in the hell was that noise? Still half asleep I pushed up to lean my back against the wall behind my bed; no head board for me. I was being a nosey bitch and I couldn’t help it. Was that classic rock? All the guys on the team busted my chops over my affinity for Classic Rock & Roll.
I heard the first strums of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Free Bird and I relaxed my back onto the wall, settling into the soothing guitar solo listening to my favorite song. Something about that song gave me a sense of peace.
Classic Rock reminded me of my childhood, sitting in the garage with my adopted dad helping him work on his Harley. For as long as I could remember it was just him and I in that garage. Me, barely out of diapers, covered in grease and him teaching me about bikes. There was always music in the background. The classics, real musicians, Bob Segar, Jim Croce, and Skynyrd. When music was still about something; it was from the soul and not about making a label a little coin. After my parents died, Dad took me in and adopted me. He never married; it was always just him and I. I could not have asked for a better father; he loved me in every way. Damn I missed that man!
When the song ended some annoying death metal shit started to play and that was my cue for coffee. I grabbed my phone and checked the time I had thirty minutes to shower and get out the door. Good thing for me I was a low maintenance type of girl, actually a no maintenance type of girl. I could not remember the last time I did anything remotely girly. I was surrounded by men all day that considered me a team mate, not a woman. I did not date, and I did not have friends that were female. I wondered if I would be different if I had a mother to teach me all that girly shit I missed out on.
“Shit and damn,” I yelled out when I spilled hot coffee down my leg. I quickly cleaned up my mess and headed for the shower; if I didn’t double time it I was going to be late. Subconsciously I might have been delaying heading to HQ, the thought of having to face Linc after last night has my stomach full of butterflies. What the actual fuck! I did not feel butterflies; I didn’t even say the word butterflies. What in the hell was Mr. DDG turning me into?
Chapter Six
Lincoln
I paced this damn floor all night long!
My blood rushed through my body and I felt like I was gonna come out of my skin. I must have walked to the front door a hundred times wanting, no needing, to go over to Jasmin’s side of this fucking duplex. Knowing that only a wall separated us had me so on edge no amount of pushups or sit ups could burn the adrenaline pushing through my body. From that first sexy moan I heard on the porch I was a goner. My dick was so hard I am surprised I didn’t have permanent damage. Who the hell was I kidding, my dick had been half hard from the moment I saw her again in the conference room. Last night when she stood in front of me with her gun drawn, only wearing that thin tank top, nipples on full display, and those skimpy little boxer shorts, FUCK! That woman was my every fantasy.
It was that first moan that I could not get out of my mind. The fierce look on her face when I told her she was running away from me, the warrior in her would not let her cower. It is that warrior that I wanted to tame. I wanted to bend her to my will, and see just how far I could push her boundaries. I knew she did not give her power over easily, that I would have to work to have her yield to me. And she would. That is the true power exchange, a strong woman willingly giving herself over. The total power exchange that I longed for.
When she brushed her tight nipples against my chest, pure lust shot through every nerve ending. I had to touch her, there simply was no other option, her skin was covered in goose bumps just from me whispering in her ear, and her silky flesh called to me like a seductress. I could smell her sweet sex; I had to have just a little taste. It was euphoric when I touched the soft skin of her thigh and felt just how wet she was. Her taste exploded on my tongue when I sucked her wetness off my finger.
When I made my way into my side of the duplex I went straight for a cold shower. My dick was begging for the attention. Attention that I knew Jasmin was not ready for. As soon as I finally got my dick to cooperate and go down, that’s when I heard Jasmin’s sweet moan from the other side of the wall. The shampoo bottle slipped out of my hands and hit the floor. Once again my dick was like granite thinking of Jasmin’s small little fingers sliding into her tight pussy. I ached to fill her up and tie her down, tie her to me so tightly she could never break free. I did something I had not done since I was a horny teenager, and stroked my dick. Thinking about Jasmin pleasuring herself, I could picture her beautiful body laying across her bed her nipples erect begging for attention. Knowing she was only inches from me had me placing my head against the shower wall trying to get closer to her. All it took was hearing her call out my name when she orgasmed and white hot pleasure shot out of my dick all over the tile wall and I let out my own cry.
After the shower jerk off session I could not get my mind to shut off. Visions of Jasmin plagued my mind. No other woman has ever gotten under my skin the way she has. I am a one night type of guy. My life does not allow for more than that, and honestly some Frog Hog bar slag never interested me past being a warm body for the night.
Jasmin Smith was my game changer, now all I had to do was tame a prickly five foot nothing warrior princess. Easier said than done.
***
I could not have timed this shit better if I had tried. God was looking down on me blessing me with good luck today.
“Mo
rning,” I called out to Jasmin as she stepped out of her house.
“Morning.” She turned her red face away from me quickly and bee lined it towards the bikes.
Holy shit this was just too good to pass up, tough as nails Jasmin Smith red faced and shy. Damn, she was turning me on with this innocent schoolgirl act. Well, it was either that or the tight black leather pants she had on. Either or, my dick was stirring once again.
“What’s the hurry, sweet Jasmin?”
“I don’t like to be late. Z will have your ass if you’re not in that conference room by zero nine fifty. Anything less than ten minutes early is late to him.”
I call bullshit on her late excuse but I’ll let it slide.
“So…did you sleep well?” I just couldn’t stop myself. There was something sexy about a flustered Jasmin.
Before she could reply she dropped her helmet on the ground with a loud crack.
“FUCK!” she yelled and bent over to pick up her helmet.
God Damn, if I though her ass looked good in those jeans she had on last night, they got nothin’ on black leather. I should make a shrine in honor of her ass; my hand was twitching to smack those juicy cheeks before I slid into her from behind.
Before I could lift my eyes off her gorgeous ass she looked over her shoulder at me, I did not give two shits that she caught me staring at her.
“You know I have a face right?” she snapped at me.
“Oh yeah darlin’, I did not miss that pretty pink color you were sportin’ when you high tailed it off this porch to rush to your bike.”
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