He laughed with me. “Well aware. I just never…” He lost his train of thought as I kept up my slow thrust and drag against him.
“Never played back there,” I whispered. “I like to play back there. I usually bottom, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to show you how much fun it can be.”
He panted hard, eyes rolling back in his head. “How did I not know this could feel this amazing?”
“The same way you had no idea holding your dick against mine was orgasm inducing.” My words were light and teasing, but I could feel my climax rising through all of my body. “God, this feels so damn good.”
Maddox gasped each time the tip of my cock nudged his hole, and his hips were pistoning up and down, his own dick flying through the tight channel he’d made with his fist. I crashed down into him as he came up.
“Oh,fuck,” he hissed, and in the next second I felt the hot splash of his cum on my skin.
It was all I needed. “Shit, yes.” My orgasm was messy and hot and absolutely perfect as I rode it out, and dropped down on to Maddox’s chest.
He lifted his head and kissed me. “Good God, where did you learn that? What’s it called?”
I nibbled on his lips a moment. “It’s called intercrural, and I’ve always wanted to try it.” I smirked. “I saw it in a few pornos.”
“For real?”
“Totally.”
His head flopped back on the pillow. “Shower.” I saw his eyebrow go up, and he laughed. “And possibly new sheets. I don’t want the wet spot.”
* * *
The alarm was deafening.
For just a moment I thought I was back in the dorms and desperately pulled a pillow over my head—
A warm body next to me moaned and I remembered I was sleeping next to Maddox Jones. We were on a CIA plane waiting for a shadow agent to return with someone he was supposed to just pick up and get us off the ground.
At the same time, we vaulted out of bed, grabbing pants, going commando, and heading out the door of the bedroom.
The captain was racing down the corridor just ahead of us, and the co-pilot was just behind us.
“Can either of you use a gun?” the co-pilot snapped, diving past us as we slipped out of his way at the back of the passenger compartment.
“Both,” Maddox confirmed.
“Get your weapons.” He ducked behind the cockpit bulkhead, disappearing for a moment, slamming switches, Popping back out, he pointed to the door. “Open that, stand on the gangway, and send warning shots at anything that isn’t Agent Gillam and his guest.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I grumbled.
“Go get them,” Maddox said. “I’ll get the door open.”
I ran back to the room and found the 9mm I’d carefully stored in the nightstand, and the Sig that Maddox had put up in the closet. He had the door unlocked and was swinging it open as I ran back in, thrusting the Sig into his hands.
“What the hell is going on?” Maddox asked.
“How should I know?” I pressed my back against the fuselage. I didn’t hold the gun up, but I had my finger on the trigger and my other hand ready to flip the safety off.
We scanned the horizon and the buildings nearby, but there was nothing going on. I took a second to realize that I was standing pressed against a CIA airplane, shirtless, commando, holding a gun and waiting for a secret agent, and it was the mostridiculoussituation I had ever been in.
I glanced over at Maddox and found him with a stupid half smirk on his face. The laugh boiled out of me and when he looked over and saw me laughing, he started laughing too.
“This is beyond stupid,” he managed through his laughter. “I’m supposed to be playing guitar, not secret agent!”
I agreed. “I was hired to hit drums, not as a hitman.”
