Cassius

by Stevens, Madison

  CJ shifted forward, probing at her wet center. She whimpered, desperate to have him invade her. His tip pushed in and spread her apart. Her breath caught as the huge cock filled her in a way she’d never felt before. Kendra gritted her teeth and gripped the sheets so tightly she yanked them up from the side of the bed.

  The push continued until CJ settled inside her in full joining. Her muscles twitched around the massive cock. So damned full.

  CJ brought his hips back, sliding against her insides. Kendra let out a strangled moan as the pure heat from before came back. CJ’s return was slow and deliberate, but faster than his withdrawal.

  He sped up on his second thrust and his third until a quick rhythm was established. Each thrust sent him deeper into Kendra. The slap of his large sweaty body against her wet pussy filled the air. She couldn’t manage enough constant oxygen to moan anymore. Her breath came out in little puffs with each thrust, eventually turning into a pant as he hammered away at her.

  Bent over the bed, Kendra couldn’t see him, but she didn’t care as he slammed into her. She tried to prop herself up on her front arms only for them to quiver and collapse.

  Too perfect. It was like he’d been designed for her.

  CJ increased his speed. His strained grunts came out in time with each push. He twitched inside her. It was hard to feel anything but the wonderful pressure spreading from her center.

  Another climax shot through her. This time Kendra didn’t scream or moan. Nothing came out but a strangled yelp. Her entire body shook as her muscles clamped onto the cock inside her and tried to drain it.

  If CJ had pulled out, she would have had a record long orgasm anyway, but he didn’t stop. He continued slamming into her, extending the climax and making it hard to see where the world ended and the sex began. Stars swam in her eyes, and time ceased to have any meaning. There were only their bodies together.

  Kendra clamped around CJ again. She writhed with pleasure. She couldn’t take much more of this. The sex might drive her insane.

  “Almost… there,” CJ muttered through gritted teeth.

  It took Kendra a couple seconds to parse the words. Her rational mind had been all but obliterated by the handsome machine pounding into her and overwhelming her with pleasure.

  Kendra tried to slow her breathing, but her body wouldn’t let her. Sweat soaked her entire body and the sheet beneath her. This was more draining than any obstacle race.

  CJ’s loud grunts dominated the room in time with him piercing her and adding new fuel for another orgasm. His stamina was incredible. He’d kept up an intense rhythm for a long time, ensuring she’d have the orgasms.

  Her toes curled as the waves crashed against the shore, ready to break through the dam. CJ continued his work, his grunts louder and more urgent. Kendra couldn’t take any more.

  This time, she cried out her release. She tightened around him, and CJ shouted and stopped, still shoved deep into her. He coated her insides with his warm seed.

  They remained there for a moment, Kendra bent over the bed and CJ standing behind her. Their ragged breathing and slick bodies were a testament to the passion they’d shared.

  Kendra knew that pounding would leave her sore. That soreness might even impact her on the course, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She’d lose every race and competition for the rest of time if it meant sex like that.

  CJ’s strong arms picked her up and set her on her back on the bed. He crawled onto it and straddled her before leaning in to give her a kiss. “You ready for more?”

  Kendra gasped. “More?”

  CJ grinned. “I could go all day and night, but we both have crap we have to do, so we might as well have as much fun as we can in the meantime.”

  It’d been a long time since she’d been with someone who didn’t roll over and start snoring after he came once. The anticipated soreness might not be fun, but the residual tingle in her body from her orgasms prodded her to agree.

  Kendra trailed her fingers down his arms. “I think I’m already falling head over heels for you.”

  “Are you now?” CJ asked, not sounding surprised.

  “I guess the sex was that good.” Kendra laughed. “You should be proud.”

  CJ shook his head. “It wasn’t about sex. It never was.”

  “Oh? What do you think then?”

  “It was about finding the right man.” CJ shoved into her. “I’m falling for you, too.”

  “Then keep screwing me until I pass out.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  CJ stared at the keycard in his hand. He’d texted Julius to say he was on his way back, but the short ride to the motel hadn’t given CJ a lot of time to think about what he was going to tell the other hybrid about what he’d been doing that morning. Julius would be able to tell, but that wouldn’t be enough.

  Kendra was CJ’s Vestal. He’d thought he had no doubts before, but after bonding with her, he realized that he’d earlier, on some deep level, still clung to questions about if he’d been right and he was deluding himself. Their shared passion together confirmed her true identity to the point no part of him, his heart, head, and soul, could object.

  He grunted and shook his head. The answered questions led to other problems. She might be falling for him, but she didn’t know who he really was. His contacts along with the occasional closing his eyes kept most of the natural light marking his hybrid passion from getting out, along with some positioning tricks.

  CJ slid the card through the lock. The door clicked, and he pushed it open to trudge inside.

  He couldn’t let it bother him. The truth about Kendra could wait. Now that he’d bonded with her, in a way he felt more relaxed, and it wasn’t just because of all the times they’d come together. A mere probability had become a certainty. All they needed to do was finish the mission, and he could be open and honest with Kendra.

  She’d understand why he’d had to lie. People understood the dangers hybrids faced.

  CJ nodded to himself and entered the room, resolved to finish the mission as soon as possible. Julius sat tapping away on a computer.

  “Let’s plan out tonight’s recon,” CJ said.

  Julius looked his way. “Sounds good to me.”

  * * *

  CJ was surprised by how little security there was. They’d spent an hour watching from outside and established the routine. A single guard patrolled the fence perimeter from inside, walking it once every thirty minutes. There were cameras here and there, but plenty of blind spots. They hadn’t seen anyone else come or go from the security station nor the sportsplex building.

  No one had bothered to stick a camera in front of the security station. The hybrids had timed the guard’s patrol, and then darted over the fence with ease before flitting from shadow to shadow and approaching the building.

  Julius chuckled and shook his head. “This is going to be easier than I thought.” He pulled out a pouch containing lockpicking tools and went to work on the security station door. “We get so used to taking on military-level targets that we forget that the average person isn’t that secure.”

  CJ’s doubts about the involvement of Ouroboros grew. He doubted they would make things so easy, but they might not have anticipated hybrids tracking them down.

  The lock clicked open, and Julius nodded, a satisfied look on his face. He tucked the tools back in the pouch. CJ might get annoyed by the other hybrid at times, but he could never doubt his skills.

  Julius stepped inside, followed by CJ. They both wore black masks on the off chance they’d missed a camera. Hybrids might be large, but it wasn’t like there weren’t other large men in NYC.

  They took stock of the security station. Two long tables ran along the wall. Laptops lay spread out on the tables, sticky notes all around them.

  Julius moved from computer to computer before snorting and pointing to a sticky note. “I thought I might have to do something special, but they’ve literally got the password written down here. This is painf
ul.”

  “So much for information security.” CJ grinned. “Just kill the cameras so we can sweep this place without anyone knowing we were here.”

  Julius leaned over and began typing. “Give me a second. Even with the password, this takes a little more effort than pointing and shooting some random mercenary.”

  CJ frowned. “This is all too easy.”

  “Nothing wrong with that..” Julius continued typing and clicking the mouse. “There’s only two of us here. This mission might be annoying if we were facing off against real security.”

  “But that means Ouroboros isn’t controlling this place,” CJ said, relieved at his own conclusion. “The security’s so weak here, kids could break in here and steal these laptops. There’s no way some big evil organization would be so stupid about it.”

  Julius smiled. His latest efforts brought up a tiled window filled with different camera feeds. “You’re thinking about this the wrong way. If our laundering theory is correct, there’s no reason for this place to scream illegal or dangerous. They just need money to flow in, the less direct links to them, the better.” He shrugged. “They might even want the place to be robbed. Buying new equipment and things like that offers more opportunities for clever financial tricks. They don’t need an army for every under-the-table shady deal.”

  “I just want it to be over, one way or another.”

  Julius looked over his shoulder. “What’s up with you? You’re normally not this antsy. Does this have something to do with where you were all afternoon?”

  “I told you where I was.” CJ shrugged.

  Julius narrowed his eyes. “And there’s something you’re not telling me now. I think I know, but I want you to tell me. I’m your partner on this mission. I should know everything.”

  “She’s my Vestal.” CJ sighed. “We’re bonded. I’m sure now. One hundred percent.”

  Julius nodded slowly, looking unfazed by the revelation. “Huh. I wondered, but you never know.” He turned back to the computer to continue his work. “You should have told me sooner, but that doesn’t change much other than you’re getting a lot more out of this mission than you expected.”

  “If it’s not Ouroboros, then she’s not in danger,” CJ replied. “The sooner we can confirm things, the sooner I know it’ll be safe for her.”

  “I stick by what I said before. They probably aren’t going to grab her here if they’re even interested in her.”

  “You think they aren’t interested in a Vestal?” CJ scoffed.

  “Maybe. We don’t know what they need from this event. We’re still not sure they’re even involved.”

  “She needs to know the truth. She also needs to know she might be targeted. That way she can protect herself better.”

  Julius snorted. “She doesn’t need to know shit. For now, she’s maybe wondering why she’s into you so much, but she’s probably just chalking it up to you being big and good in bed. It’s best for her not to know. We need to do our job and get back to Maine.”

  CJ growled. “You expect me to leave my Vestal behind?”

  “No.” Julius kept his voice calm. “But I don’t think you should tell her yet. It’ll complicate things, and we’ll have to account for more variables. For now, until we figure out what’s going on, the best bet is to let her race without worrying about dangerous conspiracies. She helped show you around, but it’s not like she’s vital to the mission.”

  CJ gritted his teeth. He wanted to tell Julius to go to hell, but he couldn’t find a major flaw with the man’s logic. Other than having them personally guarding her, Kendra knowing she was a Vestal wouldn’t make her any safer. The next day, there would be thousands of people around to keep an eye on her.

  Julius stood. “Okay, I’ve got the cameras on a loop. These security computers are connected to the net, but not to any other systems that I can see. Did you see anything unusual on the obstacles?”

  “Not before.” CJ shrugged. “Just those suspicious workers.”

  “Let’s do a sweep of those before we hit the main building,” Julius replied. “If they were going to plant anything, it’d make sense to do it the night before when there aren’t so many witnesses. And you overheard them mentioning doing something tonight anyway.”

  “Okay.” CJ nodded. “Makes sense.”

  The two hybrids evacuated the security station. By their watch count, they still had plenty of time before the guard returned to the security station. With no one in sight, they jogged to the closest obstacle, the super-slide.

  CJ narrowed his eyes and sidestepped toward the back. “Huh.” He pointed toward the base. “See that?”

  Julius nodded. “That wasn’t there this morning?”

  “If it was, I didn’t notice it, and I was looking for anything that might be a bomb.”

  “You might have been too busy staring at Kendra’s ass.” Julius grinned. “But I don’t think it’s a bomb.”

  CJ growled, but didn’t otherwise respond. It didn’t help Julius was right.

  They approached the bottom of the slide, stepping over a mess of cables and hoses. A small black box lay next to a support beam, squat black transmission antennae on top of it. The device wasn’t huge, only a few inches long, tall, and wide.

  CJ sniffed at the air. “Nothing that smells like explosives, but there’s something odd about the odor.”

  He couldn’t explain it. The scent wasn’t offensive, even to his sensitive hybrid nose. There was a faint acrid chemical whiff to it, but that’s not why it was bothering him.

  “It almost smells familiar,” Julius muttered.

  CJ nodded. “Yeah. That’s it. That’s what’s bothering me.”

  “For all we know, Ouroboros has made improvements on the Horatius anti-scent formula.” Julius shrugged.

  “To hide a bomb?”

  “No point in bombing an obstacle like that.” Julius shook his head. “Everything I said before also applies. If this was about hurting people, there are plenty of easy ways they could do it without getting caught.”

  “We could be wrong.” CJ shrugged. “It might just be some internet thing.”

  “Do you believe that?” Julius asked.

  CJ shook his head. “No. I can hope, though.”

  “We might not have even noticed this if we weren’t checking carefully,” Julius said, running his finger along the device. “Tomorrow, there will be an entire crowd here distracting people. We should open it up and make sure.”

  “We don’t even know what it is. What if opening it up alerts somebody?” CJ looked around for the guard.

  “Doing nothing isn’t an opt—"

  CJ ducked low at the same time as Julius. Heavy footfalls sounded from the direction of the main sportsplex building, and the source was heading their way.

  “Sounds like more than one,” CJ whispered. “Why didn’t we see them earlier?”

  “Because they didn’t want us to.” Julius nodded. “Damn. They had guys inside this whole time.”

  “Did they spot us?” CJ asked. “Did you see anything about the feeds going inside?”

  “No, but there might be another camera we missed, or they got lucky.” Julius shrugged.

  The hybrids relied on their superior night vision for the recon mission. They didn’t have any stray flashlights that might have been spotted. Most of the course was in near-total darkness, despite the presence of light poles for potential evening competitions and the background glow that accompanied New York.

  “Huh.” Julius frowned and inclined his head toward the device. “It’s probably not luck. I might have screwed up when I touched it. I’m not liking the timing of their sudden arrival.”

  “We should get out of here,” CJ said. “We can’t beat up security guards. They could be some random guys making some extra money during the event.”

  “Anything’s possible.”

  CJ motioned for Julius to move forward and stay low. They could take advantage of the thick cables and piles of cra
tes and cases around the back of the obstacle for cover. While they could easily outrun the security guards, huge men running ridiculous speeds would point to hybrid involvement.

  The footfalls slowed. CJ was sure now there were only two men. He slowed his breathing and listened.

  “It’s one of them,” one of the guards whispered. “I don’t like going after one with only a Taser. I’ve been saying this since the beginning.”

  “These aren’t exactly factory-issue Tasers,” the other guard whispered back. “It’ll take down a hybrid easily.”

  “And if they’re just some randos or some competitors trying to sneak more hints?”

  “We’ll figure that out when we see who it is, but I don’t know it’ll change much. You know what the boss said.”

  CJ’s jaw tightened. He looked over at Julius who was frowning.

  “We need to get into that building,” Julius whispered. “I don’t think the average race is going to worry about anti-hybrid security.”

  “But why was the security station so easy to break into?” CJ asked.

  “I don’t know. Maybe they wanted us to. It might have been a trap.”

  “They might want us in the sportsplex, too.”

  Julius nodded to the approaching shadows of the men. “Let’s try and talk our way out of it. They don’t know we overheard their conversation.”

  “You want to do that instead of escaping?”

  “We need to know for sure,” Julius replied. “It could be Ouroboros told the race organizers that hybrids might mess with it, but these guys don’t work for them directly.”

  CJ grunted. “We can’t kill them. We don’t need the NYPD trying to link a hybrid to a security guard’s murder.”

  Julius patted his holster underneath his jacket. “I haven’t even pulled my gun yet.”

  CJ nodded. Gunfire, among other things, was loud. They needed less attention, not more.

  Julius stood from behind a crate, his arms up, as the guards approached the back of the obstacle. “Hey, you got us.”

  CJ matched his fellow hybrid. “We don’t want any trouble. We were just doing some measurements to give us the edge tomorrow.”