by Sky Robinson
Crystal pushed Blake backward, down onto the couch and straddled him, molding her body tightly to his. His cock was hard, pressing solidly against her pussy and she rubbed against it, needed him slamming deep inside her, hard and fast.
Blake groaned but then pulled away from her kiss.
“I’m sorry. I can’t be doing this.” He couldn’t even look at her when he said the words.
And immediately she felt stupid for throwing herself at the man. She knew he was someone she couldn’t keep. But keeping him wasn’t what she was thinking about right now. What she could or couldn’t keep didn’t seem all that important in this moment. All that really mattered was quenching the burning need between her legs. That look in his eyes told her he felt it too, wanted it as much as she did.
Chapter Two
“Why not?” Crystal challenged, fire sparking in those sexy eyes. He shouldn’t even be attracted to the woman but he was. God help him.
“We’re going to be working together. It’s not appropriate.” Blake forced himself to say the words while his cock was in full protest. He’d wanted another taste of her, wanted to touch her again the whole damn ride home, but it was completely against every rule in the book. Not that he was much for following the rules, especially the ones he didn’t agree with.
“So you’re not allowed to have any fun on the job?” Crystal purred and wiggled against his cock again and he nearly lost it.
He knew from that first kiss she was going to be trouble. There was something about her that was irresistible and now that he knew her background he had even more respect for the woman. Which was exactly why he shouldn’t be touching her, shouldn’t want to fuck her so damn bad. She deserved a good man, a stable man, someone she could count on a happily ever after with. Not a man like him.
“We can have fun on the job, but sex would…complicate things.” He forced out the words he didn’t want to say. Even with all the good reasons he should stay away from Crystal, the most important one being that she was his informant, he still wanted damn badly to say yes.
“It doesn’t have to be complicated. It can be just sex.” She moved again, started to slide away and her breasts jiggled temptingly.
Man, she had a nice rack and he sure as hell didn’t want to send her away.
“Just sex?” Blake repeated her words, had to make sure she was really offering what he needed, that she really needed the same thing. He didn’t have the space in his life, or the time, for anything more. Blake was in dangerous situations all the time, going deep undercover with the country’s worst criminals. Not the kind of guy any woman would want to start a relationship with.
Crystal bit her lower lip and stared at him for a minute before she answered. “People think love and sex have to be intertwined, that you can’t have one without the other. Sex is a natural part of survival, of reproduction, of human need. Love is…well, I don’t know what love is really.”
He cringed a little at her words. She deserved sex and love. Unfortunately he couldn’t give her the second part. He sure as hell could give her the first though.
“What I’m offering is sex, no strings attached, no happily ever after needed.” Crystal put her hand on his thigh and moved it softly upward toward the obvious bulge in his jeans. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll know it’s a lie.”
“No. I definitely want you.” There was no reason to hide the truth. Blake wanted Crystal from the first moment he touched her, wanted to kiss every inch of her body, wanted to pound his cock into her until she screamed his name.
“Good.” Crystal’s breath was hot in his ear and then she licked his earlobe, causing the blood to surge even harder in his cock, almost painful as it pressed against his jeans.
“But if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it my way.” It had been over two weeks since he had been to the dungeon because he had been working an undercover mission, and Blake wasn’t going to get the chance anytime soon now that he started this case. He could use the release and he sure as hell wasn’t going to turn down what she was offering.
“And what way is that?” Crystal smiled coyly up at him, but the girl had no idea what she was getting herself into.
Blake was a Dom, not as hard core as a lot of the guys at the dungeon were but there were definite parts of the Dominant/submissive life he preferred. There was also a reason he kept to sex clubs to get his rocks off, a reason he stayed away from relationships and women with white picket fences and babies on their minds. He couldn’t give them what they needed, what they all wanted but Crystal was so damn tempting. Not because she was innocent. She was too street savvy, too wise to the evils of the world to be considered innocent, but she did have this sexy spark, something he couldn’t put his finger on exactly, something that drew him to her.
The way she insisted on serving him, on throwing away his beer bottle for him, gave Blake a little glimpse of how good a sub she could be, but he wasn’t interested in training someone. He didn’t have the time or patience to deal with it on a fling. Any kind of relationship he started now probably wouldn’t last past the week. As soon as this mission was over, as soon as Crystal helped put away the members of the police force who were involved in the drug running, he probably wouldn’t see her again. That was just a fact of his life.
“First thing, I’m going to be on top.” Blake could give her a little sample of his tastes, see how she reacted to it, and if she didn’t run away, they could have some fun while they were stuck together. It could make this an interesting couple days, or week, or however long he needed to be with her to take down the ring.
Blake flipped Crystal over to the other side of the couch, moving her soft sweet body underneath him, right where she belonged.
“I can’t offer you a commitment or a relationship.” He had to be completely honest with her about what was on the table.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t want a committed relationship. He didn’t have anything against waking up next to the same woman every morning, in fact it sounded damn good. But he didn’t have the ability to offer a stable family life, or security in the fact that he would be home every night, or any of the guarantees a woman deserved. Not in this job.
But that was no reason to turn down sex. Not from a woman this willing and…tempting. She wiggled underneath him, arched her back and pressed her curves tight to his body and heat rushed to his dick.
“I’m not looking for a relationship,” she said. “I know the difference between sex and love. I don’t see much need for love. It just brings disappointment and pain.”
The words were hard to hear, hard to see that she had bad experiences with love and was so cynical about it, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t in somewhat of the same boat. Love sure as hell hadn’t worked out for him yet anyway.
Crystal arched, trying to rub herself against Blake, showing him how much she needed the one thing he offered. And there was no reason to stop it.
Blake grasped the back of Crystal’s head, lacing his fingers through her hair and tugging as he bent forward to kiss her. Hard, letting her know just how serious he was.
Crystal opened her mouth instantly, giving him full access to taste her. It felt so natural, but what would she think about the rest of the things he wanted to do to her? Would she let him take control and spank her and handcuff her? And that was just the start of the things he really wanted to do.
Crystal was a natural submissive. Through all the raised-on-the-streets tough attitude she put on, he could see the other side, a part of her core, a part she tried to hide from the world. She couldn’t hide it from him but would she be able to let lose enough, let herself enjoy the pleasures he could bring her? There was only one way to find out.
Blake scraped her bottom lip between his teeth, and her low moan let him know just how much she liked the pain mixed with pleasure. His cock throbbed.
Blake was going to give Crystal a fuck to remember, a little glimpse of how good it could feel to be his, and all under t
he openness that whatever happened couldn’t develop into anything more than a fling. It was the perfect situation.
“Stand up and take your clothes off for me,” he commanded.
Crystal did what he asked without protest, without saying anything. She slipped her tank top up and over her head and then unclasped her bra, releasing those fine breasts he wanted his fingers on so damn badly. Blake’s cock pressed even harder against his jeans.
She had some rockin’ curves, curves that were going to be his to touch real soon. What started off as a simple case was turning into a whole lot more fun than he ever expected.
Crystal shimmied out of her shorts and panties and stood completely naked in front of him, not seeming ashamed or shy at all. Good. He didn’t have the time to train her to love her body, not that he couldn’t accomplish that. He could. But it was nice not to have to.
“Now undress me.”
Again, Crystal didn’t say anything, but she grinned as she moved to his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Her fingers were warm and lingered on the skin of his chest and stomach. Blake squeezed the softness of her breast and then tugged at her nipple. She gasped and then let out a little sigh.
Her breasts were rounded, more than a handful, and he appreciated that she was a real woman, lush and curvy, not some twiggy little thing he would have to worry about breaking when he pounded into her.
Blake lifted her breast up to his mouth. It was heavy in his hand, real. He sucked the nipple into a hard peak and the little fuck-me-now moan she let out was damn sexy.
He liked how willing Crystal was to let herself feel the pleasure, how willing she did everything he asked, but he was still holding back.
There was no reason to scare her off. This relationship wouldn’t last long enough for it to matter. He couldn’t date a drug mule, even one who only did it under the circumstances Crystal had.
And he sure as hell couldn’t fall for her.
Blake didn’t know if her story was true, didn’t know if she could be trusted to help him get the cops who were involved in the drug-running operation…if there were any involved. He believed her story, it made sense, she didn’t waver from any of the facts and he had his own suspicions about police involvement from other circumstances. But he also had to keep his head on straight, keep his guard up, keep in control of the situation and be vigilant about noticing suspicious behavior from Crystal, just as he would with any other informant.
But he could fuck her. Fucking didn’t have to be about love or the future. They shared a need. It was as simple as that.
Blake slipped his hand between her legs, up to the heat of her sex and circled her clit, slowly, gently, making her writhe for more. She arched toward him.
And when he slid a finger into the wetness of her pussy she moaned.
Yes. Crystal definitely had the need to be fucked. Her pussy was soaked, ready for his cock already. Blake put another finger in and pumped them in and out slowly. Her cunt squeezed tight around him.
A rush of blood shot to his cock. God, he wanted her. Bad.
Blake took his fingers out and put them up to her lips. He could smell the sweet scent of her sex wafting through the air, wanted to be pounding into it.
“Clean off my fingers.” He said a little more harshly than he intended. She wasn’t a sub and he needed to be cautious with how he said things to her.
Crystal looked up at him with the hint of a smile at the corners of her lips, letting him know he hadn’t gone too far, hadn’t offended her. She didn’t hesitate with his request, but sucked one of his fingers into her mouth hard, licking off her juices eagerly, and then did the same with the other. Lust surged hard through his entire body. He knew how good those lips would feel on his cock.
“Now take my jeans off.” He had to get his pants off, the pressure of his dick against them was too painful.
“Okay,” Crystal said simply as she grabbed his waistband and unbuttoned his jeans.
She should be saying, “Yes, master”, but the words didn’t matter that much. She was doing everything he asked without question, without hesitation. If she got any better at this he might lose control.
Crystal moved her hands to his zipper.
“No. Use your teeth.” He tilted her chin up to look at him and saw the lust flash in her eyes. It was damn sexy.
Blake released her chin and she moved down to kneel on the floor in front of him. Her kiss-swollen, pink lips moved to his zipper, and she easily clasped the metal between her teeth and pulled it down. Her breath was hot and another surge of blood made his cock jerk forward.
He was going to have to work damn hard to keep his own urge to come under control. There was something about Crystal, something that turned him on from the first moment he touched her, something he’d never experienced before. It excited him and scared the hell out of him at the same time. He had to keep his head, keep emotions from becoming involved. She was going to be his informant and a good fuck. Nothing more.
Chapter Three
Crystal pushed Blake’s jeans and underwear to the floor. His cock was thick and long and pointed toward the ceiling. She wanted to touch it, but instead she waited for him to tell her what he wanted next.
It was weird, as if she was some silly little schoolgirl, waiting for him to tell her what to do because she didn’t know. She had experience with men, wasn’t a whore or anything, but she wasn’t a virgin either.
She didn’t need to wait for his instruction but there was a part of her that really liked how Blake took charge, how he told her exactly what he wanted from her. She shouldn’t let him control her like he was, should keep her head on straight and protect herself, but his touch felt too good to worry about that right now.
“I’m going to bend you over that arm of the couch and fuck you until you scream my name.” His voice was a deep growl that made her want to jump at his every request, even when his words didn’t sound much like a request. She wanted him to do exactly that, wanted him to make her scream in pleasure.
Crystal moved over to the edge of her couch and bent over it as Blake came up behind her. His hands were hot and strong as he grabbed her ass, moved it up into the position he wanted.
It was strange, the intensity of the attraction she had for Blake. She didn’t lose control like this, didn’t believe in lust at first sight. Not until today anyway.
He rubbed a slow circle on her ass and then tapped her ass cheeks lightly with his fingers. Heat rushed to her pussy. Then he took his hand off her, just for a second, and brought it down solidly on the flesh of her ass. A smacking sound rang in her ears and the heat intensified. He spanked her, actually spanked her. And the craziest part was that she liked it. A lot.
A shock of lust shot all the way to her toes. Blake did it again, the same spot, a little harder this time, and her pussy throbbed with need.
“What was that for?” She felt as if she should ask, not that it mattered. All that really mattered was the way it made her feel.
“You were a bad girl, carrying drugs like that,” he growled.
She nodded and said, “I was.”
Crystal didn’t know why she said the words but they brought some sense of release from the guilt she felt. As if admitting her guilt and being punished for it gave her a little bit of freedom to forgive herself.
He slapped his hand against her ass again and the pain and pleasure merged, sending a shot of wetness to her pussy.
“I need you, need your cock inside me.” Crystal was drowning in desire, had to have him pounding into her. Now.
“Patience often brings the greatest rewards.” He pressed his cock between her ass cheeks and pulsed against her, so close to where she needed him but only bringing higher levels of torment.
One of his fingers moved to her clit, circling it, bringing her right up to the edge of orgasm but then he stopped.
“Please. More,” she begged. Hell, she had no pride, not right now anyway.
“I like it when you beg.�
� Blake said the words as he reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom.
Thank God. If he teased her any more it might kill her. Death by pleasure.
It was better than how she expected it to end when the four men attacked her on the beach that afternoon.
She waited, impatiently, as Blake slid the condom over his cock and then pressed it against her opening. He didn’t thrust inside her hard and fast like she wanted but pulsed, just his thick head barely into her opening.
Crystal arched her back, trying to get more of him, trying to find release, but he moved back, denying the hard fucking she needed.
“Sometimes the best things come to those who wait.”
She didn’t need a goddamn cheesy quote from him. She needed to be pounded into, needed to be taken over the edge, needed release.
“Please. I need to come,” she begged again.
Blake slid his cock in and out of her once, her pussy clenched, clung to him.
“Oh God, Blake.” She was so close to release, just needed a little more.
He thrust in and out of her at a torturously slow pace, her body clinging to every movement, the sensations so intense.
“Okay. You may come.”
The words were weird, but he slammed his cock inside her hard and fast once and then again, filling her so full. Her pussy clenched and pleasure exploded. Her whole body tensed and surges of lust shot to her fingers and her toes and her skin tingled. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and felt as if she was going to pass out from the intensity of it all.
Blake froze. Held his cock deep inside her, not moving as the pleasure hit Crystal again and again and then finally started to subside.
“That was amazing.” She let herself slump onto the edge of the couch, not thinking her jelly-legs would be able to hold her up much longer.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Blake grabbed her waist and pulled her up, his hands moving to her breasts, his fingers tugging at the nipples and then moving one hand down to her clit, circling and bringing the pulsing need right back to the surface.
