Paradox

by D. L. Line

  Terri’s eyes snapped open. “Oh, yeah... that’s right.”

  “Maybe this’ll help,” Jen teased, sitting back a little as she released Terri’s left hand, pulling her right one up to suck on her first two fingers. “Help me out here.” She pushed Terri’s hand down, closer to that hot, wet place that was quickly becoming the only thing that Jen could think about. “Touch me, baby. Help me come.”

  Terri groaned. So did Jen, as wet fingers found her clit, circled it, made it swell in response.

  “Better, sweetie?”

  Like you had to ask.

  “Oh, yeah. That’s what I needed. Oh, God...Terri, please... do that some more.”

  Jen kept thrusting, while Terri kept rubbing, pinching, and squeezing. Groaning out a question, Jen asked, “Do you like that?”

  “Mm-hmm...”

  “Do you want me to come, baby?”

  “Oh, yeah... do it.”

  Five... four... three... two... one...blastoff!

  Jen came, like a freight train, as she growled her release and arched her back. She thrust down one last time, taking all of it as she grabbed Terri’s wrist to stop the direct pressure. The hands returned to her waist, holding her securely as Terri thrust up with her hips, keeping Jen’s orgasm alive like the last few flashes of lightning at the end of a thunderstorm.

  Oh...wow.

  Jen rolled off, landing hard on her back in a slightly sweaty heap. After pushing her wet bangs out of her eyes, she turned to look at Terri, making special note of the almost smug look on her face.

  She knows she’s so good at that. Mmmm...

  “I love you, you know that, right?”

  “Yeah, Jen, I know that. I love you, too.”

  “Especially when I come like that?”

  “Especially when you come like that.”

  God, she’s so beautiful.

  Jen rolled over and propped herself on her elbow. “I want to make you come like that.”

  “Well, then...since I got reinstated today, I think that you should...” Terri hesitated as she threw her head back and opened her arms wide. “...have your way with me.”

  “Dealer’s choice, eh?”

  “Dealer’s choice, Dr. Rosenberg.”

  God, I love it when she calls me that.

  “Well then, give me this...” Jen got up on her knees and tugged at the black leather straps of the harness as Terri rolled off the condom, tossing it somewhere in the general direction of the waste basket. Jen got ready quickly, making sure that everything was just right as she pulled the straps tight, rolled on a fresh condom, and crawled her way back onto the bed. Jen pushed Terri’s knees apart gently and walked up the inside of both thighs with her fingers. It didn’t take long for Jen to ascertain the effects of what she had just done. “Jesus, baby...you’re so wet.”

  “It’s your fault... you do that to me...I can’t...” Terri stopped talking as Jen explored, sliding through Terri’s slick pussy with her fingers, stopping long enough to tease, just a little.

  “Should I not do that? Do you want me to stop?”

  “Oh... no, no...” Jen knew that Terri was having trouble. She could hear it in her voice, noting the special way it got deeper when Terri was aroused. She could see it in Terri’s eyes, the way her pupils dilated and clouded over.

  Be nice, Rosenberg. She wants it. She’s ready. Well, maybe just a little more...

  “Are you sure?” Jen dragged two fingers up, making sure that Terri was truly ready. She was. Jen slid those same two fingers in, Terri’s hips rising to meet her, as she leaned over Terri and supported herself with one arm. Jen let a naughty smile play across her face and reclaimed her fingers to offer Terri a taste of her own juice. Terri groaned from deep in her chest, a sound that spurred Jen on to tease a little more, painting Terri’s lips with her own wetness. She watched as Terri licked her own lips, mesmerized to the extent that she didn’t even see Terri’s hand, as she reached up, tangling her fingers in Jen’s hair to pull her closer.

  Rosenberg...wake up. Kiss her, you dope.

  Jen covered Terri’s mouth with her own, dueling with Terri’s tongue, tasting the delicious wetness that always made her lightheaded with arousal. Opening and closing her mouth gently against Terri’s, Jen groaned.

  Eloquent, Rosenberg.

  Jen felt as her hair was released, the hand moving down over her shoulder. A second hand joined, trailing a similar path down Jen’s other shoulder. The hands moved slowly, down and back up. The kiss never wavered even as the hands trailed lower. Fighting the urge to thrust, Jen willed herself to relax and enjoy the strong hands kneading at the pliant flesh of her backside.

  Oh, that’s nice. Mmmm... okay... hey, wait...what?

  Jen yelped as her back hit the comforter, no time to react as Terri straddled her tummy and pulled their conjoined hands up over Jen’s head. She leaned in to whisper, “So, Jen... do you want to see something really hot?”

  Jen struggled to answer as a tongue buried itself most of the way into her ear. “Um...sure.”

  “Thought so,” Terri answered. Somewhere in her addled brain, Jen managed to process that Terri’s voice was even lower than before.

  Buckle up, Rosenberg. This should be good.

  Terri sat up, pulled slowly on the bottom edge of her black tank top, lifting it up and off, sending hair flying in every direction, pulling about half of her ponytail loose in the process. Jen helped, sitting up just a little, as Terri tugged on the finished edge of Jen’s jersey, pulling it off before tossing both shirts off to the side.

  “Give me your hands, Jen.”

  Jen did, giving in as Terri pulled her hands up, encouraging Jen to touch her breasts.

  Don’t have to ask me twice to do that.

  She squeezed and fondled, dragging her fingers inward to tease out Terri’s nipples. Terri arched her back, leaning into Jen’s touch.

  “That’s nice, Jen.”

  “Yeah, it is. That is hot, baby”

  Terri leaned forward, close enough that Jen could feel hot breath in her ear again. “Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

  Oh my God.

  Jen registered the tongue in her ear once again, and smiled as teeth gently closed around her earlobe.

  “Watch this.”

  Jen complied, watching as Terri scooted down, reaching between her own legs to guide the dildo where she needed it to be. Jen thought she might just lose it as Terri slid down slowly, taking all of it, chewing on her lower lip. Terri’s eyes closed as she rocked forward and pushed down again. Jen heard the deep groan that followed.

  “Is that good, baby?”

  Well, no duh, Rosenberg. Remember about ten minutes ago...

  Terri rocked forward again, groaning what Jen assumed to be her assent. Jen placed hands on Terri’s hips, moving with her, helping her to find a rhythm. Terri kept moving...just like that, baby...as Jen hung on and joined in with her hips. Just like Terri had done before, Jen thrust up as Terri pushed down, over and over again, until Terri stilled, pushing down hard enough to keep Jen from moving.

  Huh?

  “What...Terri...do you need something else?”

  Terri leaned forward once again, offering Jen the hope of more naughty words and a tongue in her ear. She gasped as Terri stopped just long enough to bite her on the neck. Rolling her head to the side to offer better access to those lovely teeth, Jen whimpered with disappointment when it didn’t happen again. She changed her tone quickly as Terri’s tongue found her ear and then Terri was back to tease, just a little more.

  “Yes, Jen, I do need something else.”

  Wow, she’s like a baritone now. Woof.

  “I need you to fuck me. I need you to put me on my back, slide your beautiful bright green cock into me, and fuck me ’til I scream.” The tongue was back. Jen shuddered. “Can you do that, sweetie? Can you fuck me like that?”

  Hell yeah, I can do that.

  Terri pulled herself off, taking Jen by the hands to help he
r onto her knees. Jen asked, “Ready, baby?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  Jen leaned over, hands on either side of Terri’s head. She reached down to guide the dildo in slowly. She felt Terri’s hips rise to meet her. Jen braced herself on both hands then pulled back and thrust forward again. Terri’s hands found their way to her ass as Jen alternated between a quick thrust and a slow withdrawal. Terri’s hips rose, helping Jen to move as deeply as possible. Terri’s legs replaced her hands and Jen felt ankles lock around her behind, pulling her in, holding her, letting her go, showing her the rhythm that Terri needed. Jen found it quickly and watched as Terri’s hands fell to either side, balling up the comforter with her fists in perfect time to Jen’s thrusts.

  She could see the muscles in Terri’s jaw clench and release as she rolled her head against the pillow and tried to speak. “Oh fuck...Jen...”

  Oh fuck is right. Look at you, Agent McKinnon. You’re sweaty, there’s hair everywhere, and you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Is that good?” Jen asked. “Do you need to touch yourself?”

  “No,” Terri shook her head and answered breathlessly. “Just do that. Keep doing that.” She released the covers to grab Jen by the shoulders, raking short nails down her back, digging in almost painfully.

  Mark me, baby. I’m all yours.

  Jen knew all the signs. Months of experience had shown her the way Terri’s neck muscles flexed, the way her jaw locked, the way her legs fell open even more. Terri was close and Jen knew it. She shook the sweaty bangs away from her eyes, pushing just that much harder and faster, giving Terri exactly what she needed in order to come. When she did, it was with a shout as she arched her shoulders up off the bed, holding Jen close, squeezing her tightly in synch with each wave of her orgasm.

  Jen watched closely as Terri let her go and fell back against the comforter.

  I was wrong. That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Jesus, Jen.”

  Jen pulled out and rolled over, giving her knees a break, and asked, “You okay, baby?” She loosened the straps of the harness and slid everything off, tossing it toward the end of the bed. Jen rolled over to look at Terri then watched, puzzled, as Terri curled up into a ball and began to laugh. “Hey, what’s so funny?”

  Terri kept laughing, struggling to speak as the laughter trailed away into giggles. “I just can’t believe some of the smutty things that come out of my mouth.”

  “Hey, I love the smutty things that come out of your mouth,” Jen said. “It’s nice that you know what you want, and if you have to be all jazzed up and naked to talk like that, well then, it’s a sacrifice that I’m willing to make.”

  “Oh, are you now? You’re always so willing to do the hard work, aren’t you, Dr. Rosenberg?”

  “Only for you, Agent McKinnon.”

  Only for you.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Denny stared at the monitor as she waited for the file to download. After days of creative attempts to skirt around the roadblock of firewalls, she had finally gotten into the server. The information was just as scary as the first time she had seen it, but since Faith had provided assurances that it was okay, Denny chose to trust her...her what? What exactly was Faith? Friend? Employer? Fuck buddy?

  “Screw it, Robertson. Just download the file.” Denny waved aside her own concerns and returned to the task at hand. It wasn’t like they were dating. It really wasn’t like they were anything, but Denny just couldn’t clear her mind of the way she felt the last time Faith had come to visit.

  “Next time, D. Promise.”

  Faith had promised a next time, and the words haunted Denny. “What does that mean?” She asked the question into the air, certainly not expecting an answer, but needing to ask it anyway. Frustrated and more than a little confused, Denny returned her attention to the monitor and waited not-so-patiently for the file to download, knowing full well that the “next time” that Faith had referred to could only happen if and when the information was safely decrypted and saved onto the USB drive that Faith had provided.

  Denny wiggled her knee impatiently as the numbers on the download progress indicator continued to climb. Ninety-five percent. She reached for her phone to check the time as the number hit ninety-seven percent. Denny slipped the phone into her pocket as the numbers on the computer reached one hundred percent and the progress indicator told her that the files were downloaded. After taking a quick moment to save the files to the USB drive, Denny powered off her computer, packed it up, and headed for school. As much as she wanted to call Faith and tell her that she had the files, Denny had class in twenty minutes and she was running late as it was. She’d have to call her on the way and hook up later.

  *

  Terri’s patience was in short supply. She fumed and shifted in her seat, finally forcing Bobby to act, or at least say something.

  “Terri, will you please sit still? You’re making me nervous, and there’s nothing going on.” Lowering his binoculars, Bobby asked, “Are you sure the tracer is working?”

  Terri checked the receiver in her hand and noted the steady flash and accompanying beep of the tracer that she had hidden under the seat of the suspect’s motorcycle. “Yes, Bobby, it’s working just fine.” She set the receiver down. Nothing happening there. She checked the monitor for the camera trained on the warehouse entrance. Nothing happening there. She turned up the volume on the headset, hoping for a snippet of conversation. Nothing. Terri pulled the headset off and huffed. She crossed her left ankle over her right knee and then reversed them. If she had to spend one more second staring out the window of the surveillance van at nothing she was going to scream. “But this sucks, Bobby. There’s nothing going on. And why the hell are we following this person anyway? Especially in the middle of the day.”

  “Ah, patience, Agent McKinnon.” He watched out the same front window that she did, but he had the benefit of binoculars. “There’s movement inside the building. Just keep an eye on that motorcycle, please.”

  Terri started to complain about something else, but stopped as the door to the building swung open, revealing the woman with the dark hair and fabulous ass that they’d seen on their first trip to the warehouse, sometime around a week ago. Terri started to say something, but Bobby beat her to it.

  “And again I have to say, nice ass. Leather pants are always a good choice, especially with motorcycle boots. And given the way the weather is changing, the matching leather jacket—”

  “Bobby, hush.” She waved him down as she watched the suspect head for the motorcycle. “Just get ready to drive in case the transmitter decides to cut out on the first bump.”

  Bobby pulled on his seat belt and got ready to start the van. Terri looked back and forth several times between the motorcycle and the receiver in her hand, silently hoping that the tracer would stay put and that the ride to wherever they were headed wouldn’t turn into a high-speed pursuit because of faulty electronics. She watched as the woman pulled on her helmet and climbed onto the bike, twisting the key to start the engine. A quick step on the shift pedal engaged the transmission, while the driver released the clutch to pull away from the warehouse. Bobby waited until the bike disappeared around the corner, pulling away only when he got the high sign from Terri.

  Terri rode in silence while Bobby drove. She wondered why they were following this person, but more so, why their orders were to “Watch, follow, but do not apprehend.” It just didn’t sit right with Agent McKinnon, but she trusted McNally, and there must have been something going on that she and Bobby just weren’t privy to. She shrugged and thought, “whatever,” while she watched the blip of the motorcycle on her receiver.

  She finally broke the silence with a question. “Can you still see her?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Hot biker babe straight ahead. Is the tracer still transmitting?”

  “Yes, sir, it is.”

  “And why do you think we’re following her?”

 
“Bobby, I can’t answer that, ’cause I just don’t know.”

  They drifted back into companionable silence as Bobby drove through the sparse traffic, leaving Southeast and heading north toward a better part of town, and Terri watched the receiver in her hand to make sure that they were still going the right direction. Fortunately, the tracer was working perfectly, so Bobby didn’t have to follow too closely, a fact for which Terri was abundantly grateful. The woman on the motorcycle seemed to prefer major roads, sticking to I-295 until she got the chance to get off the freeway, eventually making her way northwest on Connecticut Avenue. Terri smiled when Bobby waved as they passed Dupont Circle. She was pretty sure he was thinking what she was—wishing that they could stop by her house and take a break from the van. The traffic lights seemed to be in agreement with the babe on the motorcycle, so Bobby drove around the circle and onto Massachusetts Avenue toward American University, prompting him to ask another question.

  “So Jen has class this afternoon?”

  Terri watched out the window as they passed the buildings of the Naval Observatory. “Yep, last class is debugging at two o’clock, then she usually checks in with her grad assistant and heads out. Then she gets home at about four and works until I get there between five and five thirty.”

  “And then the fun begins.”

  She opted for the sarcastic response. “Yes, Bobby, then every day, as soon as I get home, I tie her to the bed and we have scorching hot lesbian sex until we’re both too exhausted to move. I’ve actually thought about leaving the Bureau to become a dominatrix—oh, shit. Bobby, turn left at the next street.”

  He slowed the van, waiting for the oncoming traffic to clear in order to make his turn. “It’s okay, I can still see her.” He snickered.

  “What?”

  “You said dominatrix. There’s a picture.”

  “Shut up, Bobby.” She looked around the neighborhood, getting her bearings and noting the abundance of townhouses that had been turned into apartments for AU student housing. “Why do you suppose this person is cruising campus?”