Operation: Thrustmaster (Rock Hardin: Agent of A.S.S. Book 1) (12 page)

     
All together, the three moved in unison, thrusting, pumping, grunting, and moaning as they fucked. The two men coordinated their thrusts so that as one was pushing in, the other was pulling out, creating an ebb and flow of pleasure, buffered by the beautiful woman in the middle. Hardin kept pace with the other two, thrusting in and out rhythmically, feeling his orgasm build in him. Cynthia quivered in his arms, her head tossing back and forth as if she were unable to help it, crying out her pleasure. Rock could feel Burt begin to tense as well, before he groaned, long and hard, thrusting his cock up into her pussy, burying himself there as he came. Rock kept pumping, his thrust growing harder and harder as he made love to Cynthia, and her body trembled in his arms. When she cried out, he knew he would not be much longer. The sounds she made as she came drove him over the edge, each little moan and whimper building his climax, drawing him closer and closer to his completion.
 

     
Cindy fell forward a little, bracing herself with her hands on Burt’s chest as the two of them kissed, riding out their orgasm. Rock joined them a moment later, his cock exploding in pleasure as he fucked her ass. Like Maverick, he buried himself in her, going as deep as he could go as he filled her rear with his cum. He balanced as best he could, riding out the pleasure of his climax, biting his lip to stop from shouting. The trio rocked back and forth slowly, the last vestiges of their orgasms leaving them slowly, the energy raised between them dissipating into the ether.
 

     Rock withdrew first, then helped Cindy up. As she stood, he swept her into his arms, and kissed her long and hard. He wouldn’t,
couldn’t,
say he loved her and leave her waiting for him, giving her nothing but a broken heart. Instead, he let the kiss speak for his feelings, telling her without words what she meant to him.
 

Epilogue

     
Director Mason put the report down on his desk and looked at the two agents sitting in front of him. “Tell me this again… you found no evidence of the Russians behind this, nor any other country?”
 

     
Rock shook his head. “Not that we could tell, sir.”
 

     “
But they were organized,” Maverick interjected. “It’s something we haven’t seen before. I’ll bet the farm on it.”
 

     “
Farms aside,” Mason said wryly as he laid his hand on the report, “there’s simply no way a terrorist organization of the size you’re saying could be operating without our knowledge… either by us, or the CIA. It’s impossible.”
 

     “Everything we found is in the report, Mason,” Hardin said. “I’ve no doubt there is… we
saw
them in action, sir.” The frustration in his voice was evident; even though Mason might believe them personally, they had no hard evidence, and thus… it wasn’t going to be followed up. Maverick and Hardin both had sat there for the last half hour, trying to convince him to let them find something, anything, on this mysterious ‘Society’.
 

     “
That will be all for now, Agent Hardin,” Mason said. “You are both dismissed.”
 

     
The agents exchanged a look, and got up, making their way back out to the hallway. When they entered the elevator, and punched the number to go up, Hardin slammed his fist against the door. “He doesn’t believe us,” he said.
 

     “
Whoa, calm down, man,” Mav said, playing the cooler head for once. “We don’t have anything solid. We find something, we’ll come back, try it again.”
 

     “
They’re gonna disappear, poof, gone,” Rock replied. “They know we’re onto them now… we weren’t supposed to survive. Cynthia and her father were supposed to disappear without a trace.”
 

     “
Yeah, but we stopped them,” Burt said, reasonably, inching his cowboy hat back with a finger. “And we’ll stop ‘em again, if it comes to that.”
 

     “
If we hadn’t gotten that tip… off….” Rock realized what he was saying, and shook his head. He’d been so focused on what had happened in Europe, he’d forgotten all about the tip off. “They have a leak in their organization,” he said. “We would have never known about Cutler until it was too late, otherwise.”
 

     “
You sure?”
 

     “
Positive,” Rock said, going over the facts in his mind. “That’s the only explanation.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, ruffling it absently. “No way to trace it back… we’ll just have to sit and wait and see if they contact us again.”
 

     “
Fat chance,” Maverick snorted. As the elevator doors opened to the top floor, he asked, “Hey, you seeing Cindy tonight?”
 

     “
Yeah, we got a date,” he said. “Why?”
 

     “
She mention me?” The eagerness in his voice was unmistakable, and Rock laughed.
 

     “
Tough luck, buddy,” he said. “That was probably a one time thing.”
 

     “
Yeah, well, just run it by her,” Burt said, grinning ear to ear. “In the meantime… see ya around, North.”
 

     “
Later, Tex,” Rock replied, watching the other agent saunter away. He had some downtime after the mission, and he was looking forward to it. The pieces here didn’t all fit, but he didn’t want to spend his time going over dead end after dead end when he could be ravishing her instead.
 

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     “
Are you sure?” the dark voice asked.
 

     “
Positive,” said a man in a dark suit, arm in a sling. They stood together in a dark office, barely lit by the single light on the commander’s desk. Mike had been in the gunfight on the bridge, and he’d escaped, just barely. “Hardin and Maverick.”
 

     “
This is… unfortunate,” his boss replied. “I’d hoped that LeMarchand would have taken care of those loose ends.” He paused, and Mike tensed slightly, waiting. “No sign of LeMarchand?”
 

     “
I couldn’t exactly stick around,” he explained. “But my sources told me no one was taken from the river, and no bodies have washed up so far. He could be fish food, he could have found his way out… but I heard the gunfire, and I saw blood on him. I’m pretty sure he was shot when he fell over.”
 

     “
Ah, just a pawn to lose,” his boss said with the softest of sighs. He fingered the photographs on his desk, given to him by an agent he had in the British army. They showed Agents Hardin and Maverick boarding the jet with the Cutler girl. “They’ll tighten security now that they’ve been tipped….”
 

     “
Tipped?” Mike asked, forgetting himself. He held up his uninjured hand immediately after, “Sorry, boss. Sorry.”
 

     “
No, it’s quite alright,” the silken voice said. The silhouette turned and addressed the woman standing in the room behind him. “You have a job, my dear.”
 

     “
Anything for the Society,” she said, her voice low and eager. “I am yours, Master.”
 

     “
We have a leak, a traitor in our midst,” he said. “I want you to find them… and take care of them.” He waved a hand towards Mike, almost as an afterthought. “Start with him. You have my full permission to do what you need to do, Jasmine.”
 

     
The lady stepped forward into the light, her smiling ear to ear as she approached the hapless henchmen. Her beauty was something of legend, but the smile on her lips didn’t touch her dark eyes. They kept the same cold stare as one might find on a snake. Mike raised his arm, “Hey, hey, I don’t know anything!”
 

     “
And after I’m done with you, we’ll know for sure,” she purred while she drew out a wicked sharp curved blade from behind her back.
 

     
The henchman reached for his gun before he remembered he’d surrendered it before coming into the office. No one talked to the boss armed. It was just one of the many precautions taken to protect the head of their organization. “I was there… I took a bullet… I didn’t betray you!” he cried, pleading for his life.
 

     
It didn’t matter. Jasmine approached him, a cold, cruel smile on her angelic face. She did what she had to do and after many hours…that smile was the last thing he saw.
 

ROCK HARDIN: AGENT OF A.S.S.

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OPERATION: THRUSTMASTER

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The author would like to take time to first thank her readers. Without people buying and reading her work, there would be no Agent Hardin, no Operation: Thrustmaster, and no dirty smut. Thank you, seriously, so very much for your support. She would also like to thank her husband, who suggested the series to her and is always loving as well as incredibly supportive of this erotica adventure she's on. A special thank you and shout out goes to fellow author
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ALANA MELOS is a struggling author who found out writing erotica gave her much more freedom in writing than when she wrote the "serious" literary stuff. Since this discovery, she's endeavored to write the very best interesting, weird, plot-driven, and hot erotica she can. She sincerely hopes to just entertain people, whether they read for the plot, the weird factor, or the racy factor. Along with her loving husband, she lives with a crazy cat.