by Billi Jean
Those jokes might not have considered a man built like David, but she was going to do her best.
She licked back up the groove on the underside of his cock, which made him groan heavily and flex his thighs. When she reached the head, she pulled the stalk down and sat up taller. She sucked the musky taste of him past her lips, then sank her mouth down, opening wider to try and fit him in and still be able to suck gently.
“Jesus H. Christ, Paris.”
He was hard, big, and she couldn’t take him all. Not the first time. She pulled up then, with a gasp for necessary oxygen, slid his cock back deeper.
It was addictive. So were his low moans and the way his grip tightened on the couch.
She managed more each time, and each time she got him wetter, so he was easier to handle. David groaned steadily, massaging her shoulder then her head then her shoulder as if he couldn’t stop. She rose up slowly the next time and stroked along his cock with her hand, smoothing the moisture, then drove her mouth back down, twisting her head when she did so she could get him past her gag reflex. It was amazing, and it worked. He slipped deeper, a bit uncomfortable, but worth it.
“Sweet Mary, mother of God, woman!” David yelled. His thighs tightened to steel around her and his hand landed heavily on her head. “Paris, you’re an angel, a fucking angel, you’re killing me here.”
She took encouragement from that response and stroked up his cock with her hand and slipped him free from her mouth. She gasped for air then did it again.
“Jesus, Jesus, Paris.”
Each time she managed more and more. Each time, David shouted, growing more and more aroused. On her third pass he stiffened and pulled her up.
Breathless, he nodded urgently and cupped her hand around his cock, then urged her mouth back on him with a grip that trembled.
“There, there, princess, do that,” he demanded, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth in shallow passes. It was so hot she had to squeeze her legs together to ease the ache in her empty pussy.
David sounded out of his mind with how close he was to coming. She concentrated on short, tight sucks, making sure to get the sensitive spot under his flared hood with her lips and hand. She also reached down with her other hand and whispered her fingers over his tight sac.
“Paris, ah hell, Jesus and Mary!” The first burst of cum filled her mouth, but the second and third went so deep she didn’t have to swallow, merely hold on as David shuddered through an intense orgasm. “Ah, God!”
When he fell back with another groan, this one softer, she slipped him free and kissed the rosy tip again.
“Ah, sensitive, sensitive, princess,” he whispered, grabbing for her hand. Another spill of creamy fluid dripped from his cock.
Watching him, and feeling as if she’d just done very, very well for her first go-round, she licked along the drip and sucked him right back inside her mouth.
He winced but bit his bottom lip, clearly liking what she was doing. “Paris.”
She leaned back and let him slip free.
“You have to do that again, often, okay? I mean, that was life changing. That was your first time?” he asked breathlessly, pulling her up to press kisses all over her face and neck.
She nodded, more pleased than she could explain that she’d done so well with her bad boy.
He leaned his head back and groaned. “I’m ruined. Absolutely ruined.”
If she laughed hard, it wasn’t her fault, besides, David joined her then, of course, tackled her to the picnic blanket and made a meal out of her, before he let her do the same to him again.
Chapter Nine
David played with Paris’ blonde hair as she laughed into the iPhone.
They’d spent the night on the floor, or most of it. He’d lifted her up, still sleeping, and carried her to bed around ten, but she’d stayed that way and he’d had the pleasure of falling down on the bed and gathering her into his arms. He’d woken the same way. He could get used to that.
“I’m just glad you’re safe,” she said. “But why did you take a bus home? I don’t understand that part.” She glanced at him, turning rosy with a blush. “I mean, I wasn’t ready to go, but you could have waited.”
He was puzzled by that as well, but when Paris got off the phone, he’d ask her what was up. She seemed upset, but more embarrassed than worried for her friend. He was concerned though. Maybe her boyfriend and the drug had bothered her more than Will had recognized.
Paris laughed and covered her face with one hand. He guessed Sara was teasing her and couldn’t resist kissing the warm softness of Paris’ cheek. He’d left another mark on her neck, but she’d left an amazing one on his, so he was kind of proud of the strawberry.
Now if only this mission would be over, all would be good. As if on cue, his phone vibrated and he checked the caller ID. Will.
URGENT was scrolled in capitals on the screen.
“Paris,” he said quietly.
She glanced at him, and seemed to read him fairly well. Not surprising, since he’d spent every waking and sleeping moment with her since he’d run to her rescue.
“Well, fine, that’s good,” she said into the phone, nodding to him. “I have to go. I have plans, you know, so I’ll talk to you soon, okay?” She listened for a few seconds more, then hung up. “She sounds…odd. I mean, why would she go home? Are you sure Will drove her to the hotel and she got in and registered?”
“Will said she was safe, maybe she didn’t want to interrupt us. Will did tell her about us, so maybe she was being thoughtful,” he assured her. Paris frowned but let him tuck her hair behind her ear.
“I don’t know. I mean, she left her car.”
He frowned. That did bother him, but he assumed that meant she’d thought Paris could use it to drive home. The phone buzzed again and he pushed his concern aside for now. “Sorry, but Will is on his way over.”
“Okay,” she said, and he pulled her closer. She was practically on his lap already, but he wanted her to feel secure. She wiggled her gorgeous ass, giving him ideas for later, until she was comfortable, then said, “I’m okay. It’s okay. I have her number now.”
“Okay,” he teased, earning a swift kiss, not a cute swat for once.
He had to admit, to himself at least, that the feminine crap about not hitting guys because that showed violence was acceptable was a load of bologna. He would never lay a hand on a woman, no matter how many times she hit him. And Paris hitting him was like a butterfly winging too close. Every time she swatted him, he got a little love drunk on her. Crazy, but maybe that was the way these things went.
He kissed her fingers. “You hungry?”
She smiled. “No, and not tired. I don’t need a walk, or have to pee either.”
“I get that maybe I’ve been overbearing, but come on, I don’t treat you like a puppy or a child.”
“A puppy no, but a baby, almost,” she teased, then leaned in close to whisper, “Unless I’m, you know, doing adult things, like sucking your cock until you’re saying your Hail Marys.”
God damn, that was hot. Was it possible that he’d not only met a sweet, wholesome woman who didn’t like cell phones and matched him in bed, but also liked sucking his cock as much as he liked her doing it?
He tugged her blonde hair, probably the equivalent of her hitting him. “Brat, every time you say that, I want it, immediately if not sooner, and now we’re having Will over.”
“What? No way, it’s my turn, remember?”
A knock, followed by Will popping his head in, dragged David’s attention off her soft, amazing mouth. He sat back and grinned at her. It was her turn, but he loved that as much. She always made such soft, passionate sounds and the way she tightened her legs around his head was dynamite. Some men didn’t get going down on a woman, but for him, it was a rock-hard turn on. With Paris it was off the charts hot. He’d stroked off more times while he’d been driving her wild than he ever had with anyone else in his life. They’d watched a movie tod
ay and explored the woods near the compound, once Will had said it was safe. He’d also shown Paris a few more things to do on a hike than merely walking.
“David,” she whispered, sounding embarrassed. “Behave.”
He focused on her blush and not the clear memory of her hugging a pillow to her face just this morning while he brought her to orgasm with his lips.
“Believe me,” he murmured, and shifted her to hide his hard-on. “I am.”
She tucked her hands on her lap and ignored him, looking pretty innocent except for her blush.
“Hey, Paris, Jansen, sorry to interrupt,” Will said uncomfortably.
“Hi, Will, you aren’t interrupting.” Paris stood, giving Will a quick hug.
David narrowed his eyes and pulled her back down. “Yeah, you were. What’s up?”
She gave him a frown. “We were not busy.” Her blush brightened at the hard wedge he had her hiding.
Will folded his arms over his chest and took on a stance that meant trouble. David gritted his teeth, sure now that his buddy was going to say something he wouldn’t like.
“There’s a situation.”
David tightened his arms around Paris, then realized it and loosened his hold before he hurt her.
“I think we’d best talk outside, or in my room,” Will added, meeting his eyes.
David shook his head even before he felt Paris stiffen. “Nope, not happening. What is it?”
Will gave him a hard stare as if he’d lost his mind then ran his hand over his buzz cut when that got him nothing.
“Maybe I should go—”
“No, you’re staying.” David pulled her firmly down. “This affects you. I won’t lie to you. And I’m not about to hold back what’s going on now. What is it?”
“Duke set up a room for us and…” Will paused, then added, “Our friend.”
“Who is Duke?” Paris whispered, threading their fingers together.
“He what?” David asked. “How did he know she was even here? These rooms are secure.”
“He knows, man, he doesn’t bug this room, but there are cameras at the gate you drove through. The guards suck but they logged you in, with a friend.”
“Just tell him thanks, but no thanks,” David growled.
“It’s not that easy,” Will muttered. “If it was, I’d not be here. It’s either take the drug and go off with one of his matches or—”
“His drug?” Paris made to move off him again and he stopped her by being bigger and stronger. “David Jansen—”
“Just calm down, Paris. There’s no taking the drug, Will.”
“Jansen, this shit is serious. If we don’t do this, we need a reason. And fast.”
“Just let me think,” David muttered. “Paris, trust me, okay? We’re here on a mission. I told you that already. We’re here to take this man down, but he’s not dangerous to you.”
Her eyes rounded a little, but she bit her lip and nodded, cute as hell.
“Jansen’s right, he’s not dangerous to you,” Will assured her. “If you want, we can send you off, which, Jan, might be the way to fucking go with this shit.”
“Watch the language,” David growled.
Paris squeezed his fingers and whispered a kiss to his jaw, her way of indicating all was okay, but he waited until Will’s eyebrows lowered from his hairline and nodded.
“Right, sorry about that, Paris,” Will murmured.
David relaxed—somewhat.
“As long as he believes we’re two highly trained special operatives here to get his men in shape, he’s on our side,” Will added. “But he makes a drug that I don’t want in my system. And if we don’t do this, that’s exactly what I’ll end up having to do. We’ll end up having to do.”
Shit. Will was right. If Duke was pushing this, he’d begin to wonder why they weren’t all over it. The mission could go down at any time now, if they blew this now it could go on for months more. Maybe longer.
Paris was too quiet, but he could tell she was waiting on him to say something. But what? The truth, he guessed with a sinking feeling in his gut.
“What Will means is the man makes a sex drug, kinda like Ecstasy, but a hundred times more powerful because it screws with a person’s DNA. It’s supposed to make a couple, like tight, in almost every way, but it’s also marketable as a rape drug, you know what that is?”
She nodded, mute and wide-eyed.
“And that’s another part of this mission. We’re here to make certain that drug never reaches the market.” He wasn’t sure if telling her all this was the right thing to do, but he wasn’t backing down now. If Will was right, though, he couldn’t let his buddy shove some sex drug down his gut so he could perform with a stranger. He sure as hell wasn’t doing it and chancing harming Paris. He’d already had problems with Chung’s cocktail. Who knew what Duke’s modifications would do to him?
“What would this do to you if you took it?” Paris asked the same question he was thinking about.
“Duke got his hands on a drug we’d piloted. It was supposed to make a better soldier.” He laughed without much humor. “It did that, but a hell of a lot more. It screwed with us. I got anxiety and headaches. Will and a few others suffered from a dose of sexual drive that couldn’t be tamed,” he offered when Will nodded, unhappy as hell. “That drug is off the shelf and the formula, we thought, destroyed. Duke got hold of it, and modified it.”
“You took this…drug?” she asked, worry clouding her gray eyes.
“Not Duke’s, no,” he assured her. “The other.” He shrugged and squeezed her hand gently. “Yeah, it seemed like the thing to do at the time. But there’s no way Will can take Duke’s modified version. And I sure the hell don’t want to take it and chance who knows what with you, and I’m not making love to anyone else either.” He added the last so forcefully she blinked. Then, surprising him, she leaned into him and kissed his cheek tenderly.
“Good, I don’t want you to. If it’s still in the trial form, it might do horrible things to you. Both of you,” she added quietly. “What can I do to help?”
At her words, Will relaxed. Hell, even David took a deep breath. She was clearly worried about him and Will. Golden. She was golden.
He kissed her temple and met Will’s eyes. “You’re certain there’s no getting out of this?”
Will shook his head once. “I’d not be here if there was.”
True. David firmed his resolve and lifted Paris up and turned her so she stood before him. She was so beautiful. He took her arms and stroked down them to hold her hands. Even her wrist bones were tiny. Fragile.
And we’re going to share her, for an audience, no doubt. Maybe she was better off never meeting me, but I can’t let her go now.
“You want me to…do this? Pretend you are both on the drug, with me, and we’re…together. Like the first night?”
He nodded.
Will cursed softly. “Paris, it’s not that easy. He’ll want to see, there will be cameras.”
David hung his head, cursing softly at the shock on Paris’ pretty face. “I should have taken you away from this.”
She didn’t say anything but she reached out and hugged his head to her chest. “No, you shouldn’t have. I would have missed you and worried until you showed back up. Besides, didn’t you say you wanted to try public sex?”
“He said what?” Will cried, then cursed some more. “Paris, I swear if there was any other way out of this—”
“I know, you’d do it. Both of you would,” she said with a little squeeze to his head. “Now, stop being scared, because that is my job, and start being heroes, that’s your job. We can do this. I can do this, but only if you two keep up at least the appearance of being big, strong and soldiery, okay?”
David laughed and finally pulled away to meet her eyes. She was smiling but the fear was there, darkening the gray to blue. He loved her so much in that moment that the goddamn words nearly spilled from his mouth. He tightened his hands on her slend
er arms.
“We can do that. Hell, I’m even good at it. You? Will? Feeling big, strong and soldiery?”
Will didn’t say a word for a full minute, just hung his head and exhaled. Finally he met their eyes again. “I’m always big and strong. Soldiery you might have to explain, Paris.”
She laughed, but it was quiet, and didn’t really reach her eyes.
“We get through this, and I promise, it will soon be over, then we can see how many more wild things you can do to me, okay?” David teased.
She hugged him, for some reason, as tightly as her small arms could, he thought. He stroked her back, not sure if what he’d said was good or bad. After a minute or so, she turned her head and whispered in his ear, “You’d better keep that promise, David Jansen.”
* * * *
The room wasn’t just a room, it was a sex shop, complete with silk scarves and a floor- to-ceiling mirror that David knew let everyone walking by get a full view of whatever they did. There were even a few couches and chairs meant to give enough room for a couple—or more people—to have sex.
He hated it immediately.
Will tipped his head and rubbed his buzz cut, but David could see his hard-on outlined under his BDUs. David tried ease his jealousy, and managed it fairly well, he thought, until Paris rubbed his arm.
“We have to do this,” she whispered in his ear. “So looking like you want to kill your friend is not helping him, is it?”
David scrubbed his face with his hand then nodded. Will let out a long, pent-up breath and seemed to relax. No doubt, his buddy was dealing with more of the side effects left over from the drug in his system. It came and went, he’d once said. David still got headaches, so he guessed it was the same for Will and his cock.
Paris kissed him on the jaw, running her fingers over his chest after. “I’m scared.”
She spoke so low he had trouble hearing her, but he did. She got his full attention, though, and he saw it there, in her eyes.
“Don’t be, princess. Just be you. I have a feeling this is going to be fun, how about that? Ever been tied up, you know”—he nodded to the scarves on the wall—“with silk?”
