Operation: Thrustmaster (Rock Hardin: Agent of A.S.S. Book 1) (9 page)

     
As her cunt clenched around him, he moaned. The sensations were even more intense than when she had made him come with her mouth. His passion rose, and he tried to force it down, fucking her through her orgasm, working for every push and pull between them. She cried his name softly, over and over again, music to his ears. More than that, her name came to his lips, and he whispered an adoration as he bent to kiss her lips, savoring it. She clutched him, her fingers digging into his skin. Rock had to stop for a moment, buried deep in her tightness, and rocked back and forth, moaning, trying to stave off his own orgasm. He succeeded, but only by remembering the last lady he’d held in his arms. The thought of Petite dampened his ardor somewhat, and he shook his head, forcing the memory away.
 

     
When her pussy had stopped twitching around his shaft, he began pumping into her again. Although Cindy had come twice, it took little time at all to hear those soft moans coming from her once more. Whether she did it for his benefit or because she wanted a third climax he didn’t know, nor did he care. Each sound spurred him on, and her hands stroked the skin of his shoulders and neck until she brushed her fingers against his cheek. He turned to kiss them, working all out to bring himself back up to that frenzy. Losing himself in her flesh, Rock closed his eyes again. The pleasure rolled through his body until it was the only thing left once more. He began to thrust harder and harder. The ache in his arms from holding himself up, the pain from the lash marks in his side… everything else was blotted out by her, and the passion between them. When he opened his eyes, they locked gazes, making the moment even more intimate. They shared this between them, an energy which moved and grew, taking him higher and higher with every second. He saw the fire dance in her eyes, and something clicked. The orgasm ripped through him, leaving him weak, helpless as he buried himself in her once more, holding himself there. Unable to even cry out, Hardin became perfectly motionless, a streak of lightning caught in a picture for all time. The moment seemed to stretch out forever....
 

     
...and then it was over. As he came down off of the sexual high, she panted with him. Their ragged breaths mingled as they kissed, hard and long. Rock lowered her legs so she was more comfortable, and rocked within her, the last ebb and flow of their passion milking him dry. He brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek, and she broke the kiss, instinctively turning into his touch. He kissed her lips, her chin, her neck… everywhere he could reach. Even though he was spent, he still wanted more.
 

     
They lay together for a short while, exploring each other’s bodies slowly, going back to the step they had skipped until the cold set in. They dressed, and when they eventually slept, it was in each other’s arms, sharing heat in another, and perhaps even more intimate, way.
 

Chapter Six

     
The next day, Lady Luck smiled down upon the pair. A friendly Brit picked up the bedraggled and somewhat disreputable looking pair and took them further along the road to London. In truth, it was Cynthia’s good looks which caused the driver to pull over, even though he was an older man. Rock sat in the back of the car, amused by the flirtatiousness of the married man. He even blushed when Cindy complimented him, cooing over his mustache and all other silly things.
 

     
Even though the mission had been somewhat sloppy and full of unseen complications, Rock had a good feeling. They were just about done, and soon they’d be on a jet, headed to New York, and then Washington. He hadn’t gotten the information requested, but it wasn’t for lack of trying… and he had a lead to follow up on: Petite’s sister, Jasmine. If they tracked her down, then maybe they’d get some answers about this ‘Society’.
 

     
The driver dropped them at a hotel, at Rock’s request: the rendezvous point. As they walked into the lobby of the relatively nice hotel, they drew stares from the results of their adventures. When Rock heard a wolf-whistle, he turned, knowing instantly who it was. “What cat dragged you through the mud?” Burt asked, getting up out of his chair and setting his paper aside. “I’ve been waiting for you for forever.”
 

     “
We took a detour,” Rock said. “She wanted to see the English Channel, and who am I to argue?”
 

     “
I di…” she started to say, then stopped and shook her head, looking all too relieved to be in the depths of civilization. “I don’t care. I just want a shower and some clean clothes.” The jackets she wore easily covered her lack of a shirt, making her look almost proper, if a bit like a little girl in her big brother’s coat. “I also want to see my dad. Where is he?”
 

     “
Shoot, little lady, he’s back on a plane to the states,” Maverick said. “He’s safe and sound though, take my word for it.”
 

     “
Let’s go,” Rock said, glancing around. “Someplace private, and we can go over details.”
 

     
Maverick led them upstairs to a double room, two queen beds inside. Hardin let Cindy take her shower first while the agents caught up on the status of their missions. Burt had had no trouble finding the scientist--he was hardly a spy--but he’d been tailed by some unknown agent. When Maverick interrogated him, he’d chewed a cyanide capsule. Whoever these people were, they kept their operatives in a state of fear so great, they would rather die than face their handlers. Petite had also been afraid, but Rock had sensed she was new to the espionage game, and had begun to break. Whether the gunman’s intention was to shut her up or not when he shot her, Rock would never know. As he filled Burt in on his mission, Maverick frowned at the mention of the ‘Society’. “It doesn’t sound like a country’s behind it,” he observed.
 

     
Rock nodded in agreement. “Could mean anything, though. We don’t have anything to go on.”
 

     “
If they’re that organized, and this active, we have to have some record of ‘em somewhere,” Mav said, getting up as the shower stopped. “I’ll let y’all take the room so’s I can report to Mason. Downstairs, one hour for the ride home.”
 

     
Rock nodded, and stood as well. When Maverick left, Cynthia came out, clad in only a towel. He eyed her, and glanced down at his watch. An hour was more than enough time… but in truth, more than sex, he wanted a shower to wash the filth of the last couple of days off of him. He nodded to her as he pushed past her in the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He took the time to shave first, getting rid of the shadow on his jaw, then brushed his teeth and checked his wounds. The welts raised by S’s whips had mostly disappeared, though the line of bruises left behind had not even begun to fade. Although he couldn’t see his back too well, the lacerations on his side from LeMarchand’s cat-o-nine-tails had scabbed over, being mostly only skin deep to begin with. He winced as he twisted, and vowed to take it easy for the next week or so to give himself time to heal.
 

     
As the hot water in the shower splashed over him and steam filled the room, he relaxed, luxuriating in the feeling of warmth which finally dispelled the last of the cold from the waters of the English channel. When the door opened, he moved the frosted glass door aside to see Cindy peeking in, her hair combed, but the towel missing. “You need something?” he asked.
 

     
She stepped more fully into the room, and he took the time to admire her body as she stood there gloriously naked. Tall for a woman, her curves were lush and inviting. Her breasts looked to be full, and he knew they were more than a handful for him, tipped with small pink nipples. Her legs were long and he followed them up, up, up to the juncture between her thighs, the blonde hair there perfectly trimmed, looking soft and inviting. Even though she sported her share of bruises as well, they only serve to highlight the normal perfection of her lightly tanned skin. Their eyes met, and she stepped forward, boldly, knowing what she wanted.
 

     
Wordless, he opened the shower door more fully, letting her in. She stepped in, water raining down on the both of them as she tipped her head up to brush her lips over his. He closed the door, then drew her closer into an embrace, his cock rising against her thigh. Their tryst the night before had been amazing, but he hadn’t been able to see much of her in the dim light. He took the time to explore her body, his hands running over her her shoulders, breasts, then down her sides to reach around and cup her ass, drawing her closer to him. They kissed, the passion between them growing as their tongues danced together. Her mouth tasted so sweet, and he ran his tongue along her lips, the edge of her teeth, tasting every bit of her. When he broke the kiss, he moved to her cheek, then jaw, down to her neck as she gasped and her fingers wound their way through his wet hair before slipping down to caress his shoulders.
 

     Desire flared in him, and he pushed her against the back of the shower stall, rubbing against her, feeling every bit of her that he could. In just a few moments, she’d become the center of his world once more as she tapped into the passion in him, which he normally held in check. Something about her drove him crazy, and he
had
to have her now. As Rock leaned back to look into her blue eyes, he saw his own passion mirrored there... a deep desire for the connection which could only come from intimacy of this nature, this connection between people forged from their most primal and basic need.
 

     
His hands moved down to her perfectly shaped ass again, and lifted her. She understood his intent and as he lifted, she wrapped her legs around him. Their slippery skin slid together, moving in harmony as they danced to an unheard melody. His cock rubbed against her wetness, and he eased himself into her, supporting her weight as she squeezed her legs, taking him fully inside of herself. The softest of gasps escaped her lips, and while her eyelids fluttered, she kept her gaze steady on him. Rock began to move, rocking his hips back and forth as he fucked her slow, savoring every sensation as he did.
 

     
As before, her pussy was tight, and seemed to suck him in. For each stroke, he fought against her, the friction between them making their passion spiral out of control. They moaned in unison as they worked together, rocking back and forth. Their gaze was broken when he bent to kiss her once again. He needed to taste her, to feel all of her, to make her his in this most intimate of ways, and at the same time… submit to her. The push and pull of the masculine and feminine, the eternal dance acted out one more time until the same glorious end.
 

     
Her heat inflamed him, and he began to thrust harder and harder. She responded in kind, bouncing on his cock, sliding herself on him as best she could by using her legs as leverage. She squeezed and released as he pumped her, faster and faster. Their deep kiss turned softer, more romantic as he planted a series of light kisses over her lips and cheek, before burying his face in the crook of her neck. He wouldn’t last much longer, but he didn’t want to. He gave himself to her completely, and moaned against her skin as he thrusted, his cock getting harder and harder. Cynthia slammed herself down on him, her own whimpers and gasps driving him further. When she began to come, he could feel the heat in her increase, the tightness drawing around him even tighter as her pussy pulsated around him. Wanting to see, he jerked his head up and caught her eyes, watching her as she came, the passion writ large and naked there. He saw her, every part of her, and that more than anything else triggered his own orgasm.
 

     
As he began to spurt inside of her, the pleasure rolled through him to her, and back again. The energy they’d raised between them played back and forth, and they stared into each other’s eyes as ecstasy rolled through the both of them. The intensity became so much, he couldn’t take it any longer, and he kissed her, hard, riding out the last of his climax with his eyes closed, sinking into her and enjoying every second of it.
 

     
He held her that way for a long time, his cock still inside of her wonderfully wet and warm pussy. When he broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers, his breath hard and ragged from the exertion. “I love you,” she whispered to him. He opened his eyes to look into hers again, but only smiled, a little sadly. After this, they’d probably never see each other again, and while a part of him loved her too--how couldn’t he after this?--it would only end in heartbreak. Better to end it clean in Washington, but for now, they had this.
 

     
He brushed a kiss over her lips again, and she sighed into it, but he kept it light. “We need to get moving,” he said. “Maverick’s going to be waiting.”
 

     
She nodded, and he let her down. Even though she’d already had a shower, they washed each other, taking the time to explore the other’s body thoroughly. The sensations of having her wash him, massaging his skin as she helped to wash away the dirt and filth, made him groan in a different kind of ecstasy. He knew from experience the quick and easy intimacy between them had risen from dangers shared. It wasn’t a feeling that should be trusted, yet he did. Just for now, he chose to.