Taken by Surprise (24 page)

Jackson followed her lead, sliding his hands up her thighs beneath her miniskirt until the leather bunched at her waist. "Policy says we shouldn't." His gaze dropped between their bodies and, Holy Mother of God, toast didn't begin to describe the way he felt. Her fishnet stockings stopped high on her thighs, held in place by silver clasps belonging to a lace garter belt. She didn't wear anything else. A smooth, tanned V pointed the way to what would surely be sheer, savory bliss. He only needed the invitation to go there.

"Do you always play by the rules?"

Jackson yanked her lower body against his. Her quickly indrawn breath only added more fuel to the fire burning in his cock. "Apparently not."

"That move would've earned you punishment with many dominatrices." Her arms wound around his neck, fingers delving into the back of his hair.

"But not with you." The way she played with his hair felt too much like a lover's caress to hold any amount of impending penalty. "Why is that?"

"I know how far I can push my subs. In time, if we had the time, you would learn to appreciate such reprimands. The way we are now, that would be crossing the line with you."

"Ever considered changing agencies? The FBI can always use a good profiler."

"I'm not a profiler."

"You could've fooled me."

"I'm a good dominatrix. I know men. I can read them."

"What are you reading in me right now?" That got him another of those ball-caressing laughs that damned near made him come this time.

"Oh, Slick. If I told you everything, it would likely ruin the mood. Since I'm too horny to risk it, I'll tell you what I think rather than what I see."

"And that would be?"

"I'm thinking you should be rewarded for your outstanding performance at Club Vixen last night. Carry me to the bed, Jackson."

She changed from the flirty agent to the powerful dominatrix with such ease that Jackson took a half a heartbeat to wrap his mind around the many sides to the woman in his arms. He lifted her, cupping her shapely bottom in his palms as he toted her to the bed. Rather than put her down, he held her as his groin absorbed the heat wafting from her sex spread wide with her legs curled around his body. If he lowered her a microfraction, he could sheath his throbbing cock in her tantalizing channel.

"I can see the wheels turning in your mind." She grazed her thumb over his temple. "You want to fuck me right now. You want to take over, throw me back on that bed, and make me scream, don't you?"

"The idea holds a certain appeal." Another second and his arms would start shaking to do exactly what she described.

"Set me on the edge." Her legs released him, but remained on either side of his body as he lowered her to sit on the bed. The new position put his jutting cock in perfect alignment with her breasts. "Have you ever titty-fucked a woman?"

"Once or twice," Jackson answered vaguely. As beautiful as her breasts looked molded by the thin material of the tank beneath the mesh top, they wouldn't provide his cock with the tight cavern it needed. He wanted to feel her inner muscles gripping his shaft, milking his cock until he grunted his release. He wanted to lose himself in thrust after thrust into her lithe body until she cried out his name and forgot who should be in charge. Maybe then he could forget, too. Christa might be giving the orders, but she didn't hold the strings to his control. Her declaration mere moments ago gave him a clue that she already knew that.

"As pleasurable as it sounds, that's not what I want right now." She bared her breasts as she spoke, the move a direct contrast to her words. "I want your hands on me. Touch my breasts, Jackson." She let out a throaty moan as he took her breasts in his hands, reflexively squeezing and caressing the beautiful orbs. "Now, get on your knees."

Jackson lowered himself to his knees between her widespread legs. His gaze fell instantly to her pussy, the smooth pink flesh glistening with cream. He licked his lips, swallowed.

"Go ahead," Christa urged. "You already know what I want next."

Some reward, Jackson thought as he bent to bury his face in the sodden warmth of her pussy. He dared to take a miniscule amount of control by using his continued hold on her breasts to gently push her back. She lifted her feet to dig her heels into the edge of the mattress, spreading her pussy wider, exposing more of the delicious cream he hungered to taste, splaying her flesh.

Jackson thought of a woman's pussy as one of life's sweet treasures, deserving of a tender appreciation no matter the cost to his own tortured desire. The first swipe of his tongue along the inner flesh of Christa's pussy lips sent his taste buds on a riptide of ecstasy. He lapped at her cream, savoring it on his tongue before swallowing it to go back for more. He plunged his tongue into her clinching channel, driving it deep and pausing to enjoy the feel of her inner muscles gripping him. His cock screamed in tortured jealousy.

Because she didn't give him permission to fuck her the way he wanted with his cock, he did so with his tongue. He penetrated her sodden opening with rapid thrusts of his tongue that turned viciously demanding as his hunger grew to taste more of her, to feel her come apart on his face, in his mouth. The scent of her arousal only forced his need higher. He forgot about his own needs for release. Somehow, he managed to ignore the pressure now pounding through his cock and balls in his mindless effort to quench the thirst gripping him.

"Oh, Jackson, yes!" Christa writhed against his face, hands gripping his hair and holding him to her pussy as if she feared he might pull away.

Jackson had no intentions of pulling away until he drank her dry. He flicked the tip of his tongue over her swollen clit, then clamped his lips around the slippery flesh. Her cry as he sucked her clit sounded on the verge of utter surrender. Her body quivered in his hands, under his tongue, and he knew a few more licks, a few more swipes and he would be rewarded with the liquid treat he craved.

"Wait." Her fingers in his hair fisted, tugged.

Like hell!
Jackson ignored her. Rules be damned, he had her where he wanted her. His senses paid off when she shattered a heartbeat later, a stream of sticky, delicious come flowing from her spasming channel. Her body jerked, inner muscles convulsing around his tongue as he licked her dry. Her heels slipped off the mattress, leaving her legs to dangle over the side as her labored breaths filled the sexually charged silence in the room.

Jackson's cock throbbed, the pain acute enough to make him wince as he planted tender kisses to her sweat-moistened flesh as he eased over her. Her hands skimmed his sides, gliding up to his chest. He found himself flipped onto his back beneath her so fast it made his head spin. He chuckled, grinning up at her. "Profiling is apparently not your only hidden talent."

"You know what they say about dynamite." She slithered down his body, her tongue painting a fuse for detonation down his chest, abs, and stomach. "You didn't do as I intended."

"If you're looking for an apology, Mistress, you've got the wrong sub on your bed."

"Technically it's your bed." She settled herself between his legs, took his cock in her hand and held it so close to her lips he felt the heat of her breath on the head, scorching the pre-come forming in the slit. "This is best anyway."

Jackson didn't get time to figure out what she meant by that. Her devilish tongue licked the pre-come off the slit, pushing inside the tiny opening enough to make his hips come off the bed. She took his full length in her mouth, down her throat with a skill he had never experienced. Her throat muscles worked the head of his cock, milking him,
Christ
, driving him out of his mind!

She didn't show him any mercy as her head bobbed up and down, her tongue and lips working his cock to a level of pleasure that surpassed pain. He couldn't hold back if he tried. He might embarrass himself with such a quick ejaculation, but she left him little choice. Tasting her, feeling her, anticipating her commands, her allowances had already brought him to the teetering edge. Her nails tickled over his balls, and she closed them in her delicate hand and squeezed at the same time she put a definite amount of pressure to the base of his cock with the fingers of her other hand.

Jackson didn't know such pleasure existed. Her mouth created a suction on his shaft that rivaled the squeezing demands on his cock and balls, and he fell. Jackson filled her mouth as violent ejaculations spurted from his cock. Every muscle in his body tensed as the rapture took over. Pain blurred with pleasure. Thoughts mingled with memories until he felt useless and sated.

 A far corner of his mind registered Christa's movements as she came onto the bed next to him. More out of reflex than actual thought, he wound an arm around her, pulled her close. Her hand splayed on his chest, one leg draping over his as she cuddled at his side. He liked her there, soft and pliant despite her authoritative needs and impeccable strength. She fit, not quite perfectly, but close enough.

"She looks like me, doesn't she?"

Jackson froze as Christa's softly spoken question broke the comfortable silence. He angled his head to look at her, but saw only the top of her ebony head.

"Probably with subtle differences, of course," Christa said when he didn't respond. "She's a lucky woman."

Jackson closed his eyes as guilt sliced through him. What he'd done, what he'd allowed her to do had been wrong on so many levels. Jesus, what to do now?

"How did you know?"

With her face pressed to his side, he felt her lips spread in a small smile. "How could I not know? I'm almost willing to bet a year's salary that you've seen me when you looked at me only a handful of times since we met. Most of the time, you look at me, and you see her."

He couldn't deny it and didn't bother to try. "The hair color is different. So are the eyes. There's probably more, too. If the two of you stood side by side, people might take you for sisters, but certainly not twins."

"Will she be angry if she finds out about this?"

Jackson remembered his conversation with Mallory before leaving Waterston. She knew about Angelina and didn't get mad. Hell, how many times had she told him before Angelina and in the years since that he needed to get laid?

"Why? Are you planning on telling her?"

Christa lifted her head, resting her chin on the hand she placed on his chest and looked at him from beneath her lashes. He saw Mallory in that look as clear as if she were the one lying in his arms. He blinked, willing her to stay in Waterston where she belonged, both physically and mentally.

"I get the feeling it wouldn't do you any good if I did. Does she realize what she has right under her nose?"

"She does, but she only wants part of it." Jackson winced, wishing he hadn't told her that.

"That would be the sex part." Christa's lips unfolded in a wicked grin. "I can see why."

"We didn't have sex."

She rolled her eyes. "We had
oral
sex. It's still sex. You came, didn't you?"

"Explosively."

"Well, there you go."

"Why didn't we have sex?" He laughed when she rolled her eyes again and amended, "Why didn't we have penetration sex?"

"You didn't want it." Her gaze flicked away. "I didn't want it."

"Does he look like me?" When her gaze slammed back into his, shock making her eyes huge in her face, he smiled and lifted his head to kiss her forehead. "Come on, you're being about as obvious right now as an icy road in the middle of a snowstorm."

"Yeah, I guess I am." She sighed. "No, he looks nothing like you, and no, he doesn't realize what he has right under his nose."

"Have you told him?"

"Have you told her?"

"Yes."

"Really? What did she say?"

"I walked out before she could say anything. You didn't answer."

"No, but when I do, I'll at least have enough sense to stick around for his response."

"Touché." Jackson let his head fall back on the mattress. He lay there for a long while with Christa curled against him, feeling more at peace than he had in a very long time. He knew why, and he owed a lot of it to the woman in his arms. "Do you ever get the desire to swap roles, play the submissive for a while, hand over control to a man?"

"Not even in my wildest dreams."

The blandness in her answer led him to believe a deep reason existed.

"What's the matter, Slick? You want to play the Dom now? Do you think that's what she's looking for?"

"Mallory wants no-strings-attached sex. What I haven't figured out is how."

"Or how to give her what she wants while keeping her oblivious to the fact that you're attaching the strings until it's too late."

"I think I blew my chance of keeping her oblivious on my way out of Waterston." He still saw the shock that widened her eyes, felt her body tremble with arousal in his arms.

"Mallory, that's her name?

Shit. He let that slip. Not that it mattered much anyway, he supposed. "Let's file that away under classified if you don't mind."

"Well, now. That answered my next question." Christa pushed herself up, straightening her skirt and pulling on her top as she sat on the bed next to him. "Mallory Stone, right? Cameron Stone's sister. Are you and Cameron pretty close?"