Irina's Ho
Cadet
A/N: An unapologetic threesome. Thanks to Julie for beta duty.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they do be JJ's. I only take them out to play. Perhaps a bit deviantly!
No doubt this wanders into NC-17 area.
If you don't like threesomes...bye-bye!
Willingly
Will adjusted his dark, wire-framed glasses and rubbed his bleary eyes as the words started blurring together. The large oak desk he was hunched over was covered in books. Research. It wasn’t his first love, but it was closer, much closer than working construction.
Massaging his temples, he pushed his chair back from the desk. For three days he’d been holed up in this room, which was conveniently part of his bedroom suite.
The estate -- mausoleum, really -- was immense. It was warmly decorated in earthy hues, but its sheer size made it feel desolate. Or perhaps it was just the lack of people. In the past three days, he’d only had limited contact with the staff. They were cordial and accommodating but reticent to engage in conversation or provide him with information on his employer.
When the opportunity had come his way to travel abroad to conduct research for a writer, he’d been reluctant. But his life was stalled, and he wanted to reclaim it. With Jack’s help, he’d secured new documents under the name of William Moore. Having half his given name back was a start. The work assignment was interesting although, he found himself getting desperate for conversation with someone other than himself.
A shadow fell over his notes. Startled, he spun around. A woman -- he pinned her to be in her mid-forties -- towered over him. Will stood up and ran his fingers through his unruly blonde hair. He needed a hair cut. “Hi.”
“William.”
Her voice was heavily accented and he couldn’t place it. But the sound was enjoyable as it seemingly caressed his name, making it sound almost erotic. Tossing the pen he held aside, Will put out his hand and took hers. Her fingers were long and cool. He had the sensation of an electric jolt when she applied pressure.
“Right. I mean yes. You can call me Will.”
She wore a heavy wool charcoal gray coat that flowed to the floor. “I hope you are finding your accommodations suitable.”
“Sure.” When his hand slipped from hers, he shoved it into his pants pocket.
“It’s remote here. But I enjoy the quiet.”
“It takes a little getting used to.”
“Have you eaten?”
Will pushed back the cuff of his heavy cotton shirt and checked his watch. “Not in several hours.”
“Would you like to join me for dinner?”
“That be great,” he enthused.
“There is a small dining room in the west wing on the ground floor. It’s the fourth door on your right. Dinner will be served in twenty-five minutes.” Her smile was engaging as she moved out of the room.
Walking into his bedroom, Will changed his clothes and freshened up, finding himself looking forward to conversation after the extended solitude.
Twenty minutes later he was counting doors. The fourth was slightly ajar. He pushed it open and found a small round table meticulously set. A fire blazed in the hearth. It was a cozy, intimate setting.
Will listened intently for a minute to the music that played almost imperceptibly. Bach, but he couldn’t recall the name of the piece.
A makeshift bar had been set out on a teak table. Will checked the labels as he tossed several cubes of ice into a finely cut crystal glass. The firelight danced off the crystal bursting into a kaleidoscope of colors.
Deciding on scotch, he picked up the bottle of Glenlivet and poured two fingers worth into his glass. He swirled the dark honey-colored liquid around before taking a drink.
He felt her presence before he heard her. Her movements were so smooth and fluid, Will had the impression that somehow she glided into the room rather than walking. The filmy, burgundy skirt she wore hung low on her narrow hips .The hem kissed her ankles. The sheer blouse served little more purpose than to wash her skin in a dark, sensual hue. The scent of her perfume heightened his senses and left him a little dizzy.
“Tell me, Will, what’s your poison?”
Will looked at her blankly, trying quietly to oxygenate his brain. His eyes inadvertently dropped to her chest. The blouse or whatever the hell it was she was wearing was little more than tinted gauze. He found himself gazing directly at her breasts. Nice. Perky nipples, he mused. Sh*t. He ordered his eyes to move and they ignored him. “My what?” He managed to choke out, all semblance of composure gone.
Had he not been distracted, Will might have noticed the satisfied look of a predator. One who knew with certainty that her prey had no avenue of escape, and was settling down to enjoy the entertainment the hunted would inevitably provide.
Her long fingers reached out and wrapped around the hand that held his drink. The infinitely light touch of her hand against his raised the hair on the back of his neck and his skin erupted in a series goose bumps.
“Can I freshen your drink?”
Certain that his face must be blazing, he raised his eyes but was unable to hold her piercing stare. He was already feeling an overwhelming buzz. “No, I’m good. Thanks.”
An hour later, the remains of dinner had been removed from the table. Will sat transfixed, at ease, and yet his very pores hummed every time she spoke, or gestured. The conversation flowed easily between them. It was obvious that she had a talent for putting people at ease, disarming them. The warm, playfully provocative smile rarely left her face.
They’d discussed his credentials and the progress he’d made with the research. Will was pleased that he’d managed, for the most part, to provide intelligent answers and had avoided staring at her. The second part had proven the most difficult. He was grateful for the low lighting in the room; the shadows shrouded her. The constriction in his pants was proving uncomfortable and did not seem to be abating. Bewitching. Yes, she owned that word.
“Will, you’ve been an enjoyable dinner companion. Thank you for joining me.” She pushed back the intricately carved captain’s chair and stood.
Will followed her lead. “Thank you. It was nice having someone to talk to.”
“I hope you don’t think me rude. But it has been a long day and I’m anxious for the comforts of my private quarters.”
“No, not at all. Thank you for the dinner invitation. I hope we’ll get a chance to talk again.”
She watched him carefully as her index finger ran absently over her lips. “Would you like to join me?”
Will’s eyes widened slightly and he tried to ignore the twitch in his pants. “Join you?”
She looked amused by his confusion. “For a drink,” her dark, throaty voice clarified.
Return to the musty old books or spend more time with … Will checked his disturbingly clouded brain. He didn’t even know her name.
Without waiting for an answer, she opened a set of French doors and stepped into an expansive space. On one wall, dark mahogany bookcases stretched from floor to ceiling, surrounding a massive fireplace. A sofa and two wing back chairs were clustered close to the hearth. The far end of the room was lost in darkness except for the two candles that flickered in wall sconces, illuminating the outline of a king-sized, four-poster bed.
Later, he would be unable to pinpoint the exact moment when everything changed. When in the conversation had his hand reached out to allow his fingers to flick across the soft material that was caressing her breast so tantalizingly?
He had no recollection of her hands unbuttoning his shirt and yet it hung open from his shoulders. And there they stood. Silent. She was backlit by the hue cast by the fire. Flames, heat, fire. It all reflected vividly in her eyes. Eyes that seemed able to say everything while her lips remained mute, posed in a half-grin.
He realized there was something about her eyes he found… disturbing? No, disconcerting. They seem to hold a certain familiarity but that thought fled before he had time to explore it.
Her dark ebony gaze bore through him and he thought it quite possible she could read his mind. Although, at this moment reading his mind wasn’t exactly rocket science. He wanted her and didn’t bother masking the raw lust.
The cool touch of her fingers on his bare chest had turned the hum in his veins to a roar. The heat and the weight of her breasts against his palms immobilized him. When he reached up to unbutton her blouse, a challenge sparked dangerously in her eyes. His fingers trembled and he faltered. Her hand reached for his, and her whispered words were encouraging, relaxing. Hypnotic.
The next movements that pricked his awareness were those of his fingers sliding across the smooth planes of her shoulders and watching her blouse flutter to the floor. The cool cast was gone from her flesh. It now seemed to glow in fiery invitation.
Will couldn’t stop the groan that erupted when her nails scraped roughly over his left nipple. Her touch was like a branding iron. Fighting his way through the orange haze that had closed around his brain, he managed, “I don’t know your name.” It had seemed important and now, when spoken, so trivial.
He watched transfixed as her tongue darted out and rolled over her lips, wetting them, twice. The edges of her generous mouth pulled upward when she spoke. “Will you f*ck me harder if you know my name?”
The directness of her words was tempered by her sensual delivery, leaving it to sound like a reasonable question.
Will looked down. His pants had become uncomfortably confining. Her fingers had trailed over his abdomen and now rested on his belt.
Unconsciously, he licked at the bead of sweat on his upper lip.
“You can call me Laura, if you like.”
“Laura, that name doesn’t seem to suit you.” Sh*t, had he just said that out loud?
“Umm.”
“Oh god,” he choked out when she tore off his belt and plunged her hand into his briefs. He scrunched his eyes closed and thought of his research in order to prevent an early eruption. She thinks you’re out of your league, Tippin, he chided himself, and a wide grin spread his lips. And even if you are going down in flames it never looked so damned good.
By the time they reached the bed, Will was completely unclothed. Sensing something, Irina questioned, “Are you nervous?”
“No.” He managed to muster an endearing combination of a confident, albeit boyish, smile. Women loved that. “Why is it I’m naked and you’re not?”
At this point the burn in his c*** was so intoxicating that he’d quite happily take her, clothes on or off. She was an unabashed hunter; he could play the role of prey for a time. Will’s eyes twinkled a little brighter with lust, the scent of the game between them.
Irina turned her back to him and pushed the skirt down over her hips as she swayed in time to some unheard music.
Will stepped close to her and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her dark lace panties. His tongue traced between her shoulder blades. Her flesh tasted of the devil’s own aphrodisiac.
He splayed his hands over her narrow hips and pushed the lace down her thighs and calves. He planted a series of light kisses on her ass cheeks as she stepped out of the underwear. With his hands firmly on her hips he turned her around, immensely pleased to see the heightened color in her face.
Irina raised her leg and he caught her calf in his hand. She glanced down at the stilettos that adorned her feet. Will reached for the narrow black leather strap and then paused. He looked at her, then diverted his gaze.
“What?”
His fingers encircled her ankle, and he cleared his throat. “I ah, like the shoes. They suit you.”
Her throaty laughter surprised him. “Then the shoes stay.” Irina offered him a sultry wink. And that was the last full breath he drew before their bodies collided.
Tearing open the foil package, Irina cheeked the condom and dropped to her knees.
“Oh god.” Will moaned without restraint and watched, transfixed, as her mouth devoured his erection while she fitted the condom in place with a practiced expertise, never taking her eyes from his.
They tumbled together onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. The blood in his veins threatened to boil when her four inch stiletto heel bit into his calf leaving a bloody gouge in its wake. When her tongue lathed the length of the injury, he struggled to inhale. Sitting up, he cupped her ass in his hands and kissed her hip, maneuvering her unto her back and laying himself over the length of her.
Her fingers threaded through his hair when he nuzzled her breasts, first playfully then with more intent. Will felt her muscles tense and then he was looking up into the depths of her russet eyes. When she nipped his neck, his boyish grin transformed into a wolf-like snarl. As he bit into her shoulder he slid two fingers into her satiny wetness and was instantly rewarded with a moan.
The moment of understanding flashed between them; he was young and hard, but life had left its marks. Irina looked deep into his eyes and saw it there, a survivor, older than his years. A man. Who in that moment became interesting for more than just his young, well-toned body.
Her smile was wide, and his was wider as he spread her legs and settled between them. Irina hooked her ankles behind his head. Resting one hand under her ass, he raised her off the bed and buried his face in her heat. His tongue was relentless, locking in on her rigid clit and lapping over it until she could contain the buck of her hips no longer.
“Fu-ck,” she murmured, as he found a way to hold her still while his mouth worked at being a worthy adversary to her tightly held control.
Releasing her locked ankles, she wrapped her legs around his waist, purposely driving the heels into his skin. He groaned in protest and smiled manically when she straddled him and pinned his hands to the bed before taking his nipple into her mouth and sucking it until his c*** trembled and his moans were constant.
The warm wetness of her against his abdomen threatened to steal his sanity. He tried to relax as her mouth moved over him, tasting him and licking his entire chest. He was panting heavily.
Irina taunted, “You’re sounding distressed. What is it you want, Will?”
His voice was rough with desire. “To f*ck you senseless.”
“You’ll have to settle for me f*cking you senseless. But either way, you win.”
A short laugh vibrated against the breast he’d managed to catch between his lips. His tongue circled her nipple even as he felt her move into position to… He was not gentle when he flipped her. She landed hard on her back. Pushing her thighs wide apart, his lids drooped in heady anticipation. He paused to kiss the length of her leg as her hand reached down to fondle his erection.
Her eyes gleamed in feral arousal.
Taking his time, he stroked his fingers the length of her swollen folds before pushing her knees forward. “God, you are…bewitching.”
Will paused to watch her reaction. Even as her murky eyes held his, her hand snaked out and grabbed him behind the knee, yanking until he was upended. Irina was on top of him, completely impaled on his straining c*** before he had a chance to utter a protest. And then it didn’t matter as she enveloped him completely. His fingers buried and tangled in the bed sheets as she rode him brutally.
Will’s hips pistoned in time with hers. An unquenchable fire threatened to consume him and his sweat drenched body coiled more tightly as he strained for relief.
With a look of triumph in her eyes, Irina stopped suddenly. His look of confusion was quickly replaced by one of defeat and then exquisite release as she pushed him over the edge with the intense clenching of her muscles. He whimpered noisily as she drained him.
An hour later, Will’s mind was a complete blur as he dispensed with a third condom and then laid his cheek against her stomach. His finger made small circles across her hips. “Wow…that was incredible.”
Irina raked her fingers through his now damp curls. “You proved interesting.”
“Does that mean you enjoyed yourself?” He asked casually while trying to hold off the lure of sleep.
Her words were friendly. “It was a most entertaining warm up.”
“Warm up?” Will lifted his head off her, planted his elbow on the bed and held his chin in his hand. “Sorry Laura, but Mr. Willy is spent. Nothing short of an act of God is going to raise him again for at least a couple of hours.”
He was watching her but got the impression that he was talking to himself, as her attention was clearly elsewhere.
“Tell me, Mr. Tippin, did you enjoy f*cking my wife?” The deep baritone reverberated around the room.
Will shivered as his sweat drenched body cooled instantly. He turned his head towards the voice and found himself staring in to the terrifying face of Jack Bristow.
~*~*~
TBC (1/2)
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they do be JJ's. I only take them out to play. Perhaps a bit deviantly!
No doubt this wanders into NC-17 area.
If you don't like threesomes...bye-bye!
Willingly
Will adjusted his dark, wire-framed glasses and rubbed his bleary eyes as the words started blurring together. The large oak desk he was hunched over was covered in books. Research. It wasn’t his first love, but it was closer, much closer than working construction.
Massaging his temples, he pushed his chair back from the desk. For three days he’d been holed up in this room, which was conveniently part of his bedroom suite.
The estate -- mausoleum, really -- was immense. It was warmly decorated in earthy hues, but its sheer size made it feel desolate. Or perhaps it was just the lack of people. In the past three days, he’d only had limited contact with the staff. They were cordial and accommodating but reticent to engage in conversation or provide him with information on his employer.
When the opportunity had come his way to travel abroad to conduct research for a writer, he’d been reluctant. But his life was stalled, and he wanted to reclaim it. With Jack’s help, he’d secured new documents under the name of William Moore. Having half his given name back was a start. The work assignment was interesting although, he found himself getting desperate for conversation with someone other than himself.
A shadow fell over his notes. Startled, he spun around. A woman -- he pinned her to be in her mid-forties -- towered over him. Will stood up and ran his fingers through his unruly blonde hair. He needed a hair cut. “Hi.”
“William.”
Her voice was heavily accented and he couldn’t place it. But the sound was enjoyable as it seemingly caressed his name, making it sound almost erotic. Tossing the pen he held aside, Will put out his hand and took hers. Her fingers were long and cool. He had the sensation of an electric jolt when she applied pressure.
“Right. I mean yes. You can call me Will.”
She wore a heavy wool charcoal gray coat that flowed to the floor. “I hope you are finding your accommodations suitable.”
“Sure.” When his hand slipped from hers, he shoved it into his pants pocket.
“It’s remote here. But I enjoy the quiet.”
“It takes a little getting used to.”
“Have you eaten?”
Will pushed back the cuff of his heavy cotton shirt and checked his watch. “Not in several hours.”
“Would you like to join me for dinner?”
“That be great,” he enthused.
“There is a small dining room in the west wing on the ground floor. It’s the fourth door on your right. Dinner will be served in twenty-five minutes.” Her smile was engaging as she moved out of the room.
Walking into his bedroom, Will changed his clothes and freshened up, finding himself looking forward to conversation after the extended solitude.
Twenty minutes later he was counting doors. The fourth was slightly ajar. He pushed it open and found a small round table meticulously set. A fire blazed in the hearth. It was a cozy, intimate setting.
Will listened intently for a minute to the music that played almost imperceptibly. Bach, but he couldn’t recall the name of the piece.
A makeshift bar had been set out on a teak table. Will checked the labels as he tossed several cubes of ice into a finely cut crystal glass. The firelight danced off the crystal bursting into a kaleidoscope of colors.
Deciding on scotch, he picked up the bottle of Glenlivet and poured two fingers worth into his glass. He swirled the dark honey-colored liquid around before taking a drink.
He felt her presence before he heard her. Her movements were so smooth and fluid, Will had the impression that somehow she glided into the room rather than walking. The filmy, burgundy skirt she wore hung low on her narrow hips .The hem kissed her ankles. The sheer blouse served little more purpose than to wash her skin in a dark, sensual hue. The scent of her perfume heightened his senses and left him a little dizzy.
“Tell me, Will, what’s your poison?”
Will looked at her blankly, trying quietly to oxygenate his brain. His eyes inadvertently dropped to her chest. The blouse or whatever the hell it was she was wearing was little more than tinted gauze. He found himself gazing directly at her breasts. Nice. Perky nipples, he mused. Sh*t. He ordered his eyes to move and they ignored him. “My what?” He managed to choke out, all semblance of composure gone.
Had he not been distracted, Will might have noticed the satisfied look of a predator. One who knew with certainty that her prey had no avenue of escape, and was settling down to enjoy the entertainment the hunted would inevitably provide.
Her long fingers reached out and wrapped around the hand that held his drink. The infinitely light touch of her hand against his raised the hair on the back of his neck and his skin erupted in a series goose bumps.
“Can I freshen your drink?”
Certain that his face must be blazing, he raised his eyes but was unable to hold her piercing stare. He was already feeling an overwhelming buzz. “No, I’m good. Thanks.”
An hour later, the remains of dinner had been removed from the table. Will sat transfixed, at ease, and yet his very pores hummed every time she spoke, or gestured. The conversation flowed easily between them. It was obvious that she had a talent for putting people at ease, disarming them. The warm, playfully provocative smile rarely left her face.
They’d discussed his credentials and the progress he’d made with the research. Will was pleased that he’d managed, for the most part, to provide intelligent answers and had avoided staring at her. The second part had proven the most difficult. He was grateful for the low lighting in the room; the shadows shrouded her. The constriction in his pants was proving uncomfortable and did not seem to be abating. Bewitching. Yes, she owned that word.
“Will, you’ve been an enjoyable dinner companion. Thank you for joining me.” She pushed back the intricately carved captain’s chair and stood.
Will followed her lead. “Thank you. It was nice having someone to talk to.”
“I hope you don’t think me rude. But it has been a long day and I’m anxious for the comforts of my private quarters.”
“No, not at all. Thank you for the dinner invitation. I hope we’ll get a chance to talk again.”
She watched him carefully as her index finger ran absently over her lips. “Would you like to join me?”
Will’s eyes widened slightly and he tried to ignore the twitch in his pants. “Join you?”
She looked amused by his confusion. “For a drink,” her dark, throaty voice clarified.
Return to the musty old books or spend more time with … Will checked his disturbingly clouded brain. He didn’t even know her name.
Without waiting for an answer, she opened a set of French doors and stepped into an expansive space. On one wall, dark mahogany bookcases stretched from floor to ceiling, surrounding a massive fireplace. A sofa and two wing back chairs were clustered close to the hearth. The far end of the room was lost in darkness except for the two candles that flickered in wall sconces, illuminating the outline of a king-sized, four-poster bed.
Later, he would be unable to pinpoint the exact moment when everything changed. When in the conversation had his hand reached out to allow his fingers to flick across the soft material that was caressing her breast so tantalizingly?
He had no recollection of her hands unbuttoning his shirt and yet it hung open from his shoulders. And there they stood. Silent. She was backlit by the hue cast by the fire. Flames, heat, fire. It all reflected vividly in her eyes. Eyes that seemed able to say everything while her lips remained mute, posed in a half-grin.
He realized there was something about her eyes he found… disturbing? No, disconcerting. They seem to hold a certain familiarity but that thought fled before he had time to explore it.
Her dark ebony gaze bore through him and he thought it quite possible she could read his mind. Although, at this moment reading his mind wasn’t exactly rocket science. He wanted her and didn’t bother masking the raw lust.
The cool touch of her fingers on his bare chest had turned the hum in his veins to a roar. The heat and the weight of her breasts against his palms immobilized him. When he reached up to unbutton her blouse, a challenge sparked dangerously in her eyes. His fingers trembled and he faltered. Her hand reached for his, and her whispered words were encouraging, relaxing. Hypnotic.
The next movements that pricked his awareness were those of his fingers sliding across the smooth planes of her shoulders and watching her blouse flutter to the floor. The cool cast was gone from her flesh. It now seemed to glow in fiery invitation.
Will couldn’t stop the groan that erupted when her nails scraped roughly over his left nipple. Her touch was like a branding iron. Fighting his way through the orange haze that had closed around his brain, he managed, “I don’t know your name.” It had seemed important and now, when spoken, so trivial.
He watched transfixed as her tongue darted out and rolled over her lips, wetting them, twice. The edges of her generous mouth pulled upward when she spoke. “Will you f*ck me harder if you know my name?”
The directness of her words was tempered by her sensual delivery, leaving it to sound like a reasonable question.
Will looked down. His pants had become uncomfortably confining. Her fingers had trailed over his abdomen and now rested on his belt.
Unconsciously, he licked at the bead of sweat on his upper lip.
“You can call me Laura, if you like.”
“Laura, that name doesn’t seem to suit you.” Sh*t, had he just said that out loud?
“Umm.”
“Oh god,” he choked out when she tore off his belt and plunged her hand into his briefs. He scrunched his eyes closed and thought of his research in order to prevent an early eruption. She thinks you’re out of your league, Tippin, he chided himself, and a wide grin spread his lips. And even if you are going down in flames it never looked so damned good.
By the time they reached the bed, Will was completely unclothed. Sensing something, Irina questioned, “Are you nervous?”
“No.” He managed to muster an endearing combination of a confident, albeit boyish, smile. Women loved that. “Why is it I’m naked and you’re not?”
At this point the burn in his c*** was so intoxicating that he’d quite happily take her, clothes on or off. She was an unabashed hunter; he could play the role of prey for a time. Will’s eyes twinkled a little brighter with lust, the scent of the game between them.
Irina turned her back to him and pushed the skirt down over her hips as she swayed in time to some unheard music.
Will stepped close to her and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her dark lace panties. His tongue traced between her shoulder blades. Her flesh tasted of the devil’s own aphrodisiac.
He splayed his hands over her narrow hips and pushed the lace down her thighs and calves. He planted a series of light kisses on her ass cheeks as she stepped out of the underwear. With his hands firmly on her hips he turned her around, immensely pleased to see the heightened color in her face.
Irina raised her leg and he caught her calf in his hand. She glanced down at the stilettos that adorned her feet. Will reached for the narrow black leather strap and then paused. He looked at her, then diverted his gaze.
“What?”
His fingers encircled her ankle, and he cleared his throat. “I ah, like the shoes. They suit you.”
Her throaty laughter surprised him. “Then the shoes stay.” Irina offered him a sultry wink. And that was the last full breath he drew before their bodies collided.
Tearing open the foil package, Irina cheeked the condom and dropped to her knees.
“Oh god.” Will moaned without restraint and watched, transfixed, as her mouth devoured his erection while she fitted the condom in place with a practiced expertise, never taking her eyes from his.
They tumbled together onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. The blood in his veins threatened to boil when her four inch stiletto heel bit into his calf leaving a bloody gouge in its wake. When her tongue lathed the length of the injury, he struggled to inhale. Sitting up, he cupped her ass in his hands and kissed her hip, maneuvering her unto her back and laying himself over the length of her.
Her fingers threaded through his hair when he nuzzled her breasts, first playfully then with more intent. Will felt her muscles tense and then he was looking up into the depths of her russet eyes. When she nipped his neck, his boyish grin transformed into a wolf-like snarl. As he bit into her shoulder he slid two fingers into her satiny wetness and was instantly rewarded with a moan.
The moment of understanding flashed between them; he was young and hard, but life had left its marks. Irina looked deep into his eyes and saw it there, a survivor, older than his years. A man. Who in that moment became interesting for more than just his young, well-toned body.
Her smile was wide, and his was wider as he spread her legs and settled between them. Irina hooked her ankles behind his head. Resting one hand under her ass, he raised her off the bed and buried his face in her heat. His tongue was relentless, locking in on her rigid clit and lapping over it until she could contain the buck of her hips no longer.
“Fu-ck,” she murmured, as he found a way to hold her still while his mouth worked at being a worthy adversary to her tightly held control.
Releasing her locked ankles, she wrapped her legs around his waist, purposely driving the heels into his skin. He groaned in protest and smiled manically when she straddled him and pinned his hands to the bed before taking his nipple into her mouth and sucking it until his c*** trembled and his moans were constant.
The warm wetness of her against his abdomen threatened to steal his sanity. He tried to relax as her mouth moved over him, tasting him and licking his entire chest. He was panting heavily.
Irina taunted, “You’re sounding distressed. What is it you want, Will?”
His voice was rough with desire. “To f*ck you senseless.”
“You’ll have to settle for me f*cking you senseless. But either way, you win.”
A short laugh vibrated against the breast he’d managed to catch between his lips. His tongue circled her nipple even as he felt her move into position to… He was not gentle when he flipped her. She landed hard on her back. Pushing her thighs wide apart, his lids drooped in heady anticipation. He paused to kiss the length of her leg as her hand reached down to fondle his erection.
Her eyes gleamed in feral arousal.
Taking his time, he stroked his fingers the length of her swollen folds before pushing her knees forward. “God, you are…bewitching.”
Will paused to watch her reaction. Even as her murky eyes held his, her hand snaked out and grabbed him behind the knee, yanking until he was upended. Irina was on top of him, completely impaled on his straining c*** before he had a chance to utter a protest. And then it didn’t matter as she enveloped him completely. His fingers buried and tangled in the bed sheets as she rode him brutally.
Will’s hips pistoned in time with hers. An unquenchable fire threatened to consume him and his sweat drenched body coiled more tightly as he strained for relief.
With a look of triumph in her eyes, Irina stopped suddenly. His look of confusion was quickly replaced by one of defeat and then exquisite release as she pushed him over the edge with the intense clenching of her muscles. He whimpered noisily as she drained him.
An hour later, Will’s mind was a complete blur as he dispensed with a third condom and then laid his cheek against her stomach. His finger made small circles across her hips. “Wow…that was incredible.”
Irina raked her fingers through his now damp curls. “You proved interesting.”
“Does that mean you enjoyed yourself?” He asked casually while trying to hold off the lure of sleep.
Her words were friendly. “It was a most entertaining warm up.”
“Warm up?” Will lifted his head off her, planted his elbow on the bed and held his chin in his hand. “Sorry Laura, but Mr. Willy is spent. Nothing short of an act of God is going to raise him again for at least a couple of hours.”
He was watching her but got the impression that he was talking to himself, as her attention was clearly elsewhere.
“Tell me, Mr. Tippin, did you enjoy f*cking my wife?” The deep baritone reverberated around the room.
Will shivered as his sweat drenched body cooled instantly. He turned his head towards the voice and found himself staring in to the terrifying face of Jack Bristow.
~*~*~
TBC (1/2)