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In the meantime, each team broke off to do their own thing, to keep up appearances that we were tourists. We needed that extra bit of cover, and time away from the resort, especially after placing ourselves under the noses of management. Abby followed me back to my room.
“Well, that was exciting,” she said. She looked energized, like she could go compete in a triathlon.
“Yeah, it was. It’s always a thrill breaking and entering like that, wondering if you are going to get caught,” I said. I was an adrenaline junkie, which most people wouldn’t be surprised about when they saw all my tattoos, but I thrived in stressful situations. It was a part of why I chose a special forces contract. My original contract as an infantryman wasn’t enough; I needed more thrills, more danger, more pain.
I watched her closely, and she noticed. She licked her lips, and I physically felt the atmosphere of the room change from excitement to something more sizzling. “You knew you wouldn’t get caught,” she said as she took a step toward me.
“Absolutely, I have many skills, and that kind of job is one of them. Jones likes to think he’s the best thief out of us, but I just let him think that,” I said with a smirk. I let the guys think a lot of things, and sometimes they weren’t always true.
“I’m sure you’re skilled at many things,” she said. It was the same thing she implied about herself earlier, but I liked it when she implied it about me. Her eyes turned into bedroom eyes, and they said,“Fuck me.”
“I am. Would you like a demonstration?” I asked. My voice was deeper from the growing need that I had for Abby. I was desperate to finish what we had started. I took a step toward her, and she took one backward. Her eyes told me she craved my touch, even though she tried to maintain the distance between us. She was going to make this into a chase, and I was the perfect predator.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said. She stopped walking backward, right as she reached the wall. She reached forward and grabbed my hand and then placed it on her left breast. That was all it took for the oxygen in the room and for me to succumb to lust.
I grabbed her shirt roughly and tugged her toward me. Her body slammed against the front of mine, and I brought my lips to hers in a rough kiss. My other hand wrapped around the back of her head and tugged on her hair. She moaned into my mouth, and the sensation and the sound nearly drove me mad. I pulled away slightly and tugged on her hair again so she glanced up at me. Her lids were heavy with lust, and she quickly closed them again as I brought my mouth back down to hers. I bit her lip, and she squealed in surprise. A smile tugged at her lips, and then I kissed it right off.
Abby was a fucking siren, too sexy for her own fucking good. She used her sex appeal like a weapon, and I was more than willing throw myself on the blade, as long as I got a taste. I was like a sailor from the wise-tales, lost to a siren.
Her hand reached forward and grabbed me over the denim of my jeans, and I had no doubt she could feel my body’s reaction to her. It was almost painful to be restricted by the pants, but I groaned anyways. I enjoyed the pain.
She unbuttoned the jeans as I brought my hand down to rest on her perfect ass. I squeezed hard, and she tweaked my nipple with her other hand. She was already driving me wild and we had hardly begun. There was no way in hell I’d allow any distractions this time. We had hours until the others were due back, and I felt like a teenager who was excited to get to second base. If she got a phone call, I’d just have to restrain her. I had a feeling by the challenging look in her eyes that she’d like that. I couldn’t wait to discover her kinks, to improve upon them.
She unzipped my fly, and I swore I could feel the sensation of each zipper tooth releasing. She had me so horny that I was reactive to every touch and every movement. When the zipper stopped moving, she shoved down my jeans, and I nearly groaned in relief. I was free and less a barrier between me and what I wanted, her skin on mine.
I lifted the hem of her shirt up and over her head. Her perfect breasts were right there for the taking. I pressed the lace down so that her nipples were exposed, and it looked like they were happy to see me. They were already pebbled and begging for my attention. I brought one into my mouth as she grabbed me beneath my boxers. She quickly pushed me back and onto the bed, fighting for control—something I never liked to give up. I reached out and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her on top of me.
She pulled at the waistband of my boxers while I tried to unclasp her bra. I was successful and met with a face full of beautiful tits. I quickly unbuttoned her denim shorts and slid them off.
She slid down my front until her face was level with my cock, and I could feel her hot breath against the skin. She made a show of grabbing my length and inspecting it—to drag this out, to tease me. I wanted to groan in protest, but I didn’t make a sound. That would only encourage her to continue this slow torture. I wanted to be buried deep inside of her, and she was going to prolong my release if I showed her how much I wanted it. She seemed to be the sadistic type, like me. I was going to punish her for teasing me later, and she’d enjoy it. I’d be dominating but very giving. I’d be better than any of the sick fucks that she entertained. I’d show her what sex should be like, without her life hanging in the balance—just her pleasure.
Her lips wrapped around my cock, and I almost lost my load right there. There was just something so sexy about her lips wrapped around me and her eyes watching me. I groaned in ecstasy. Her tongue flicked back and forth, and I tangled my fingers into her hair. I used my hold on her locks to guide her pace.
I had to slow her down to make this last as long as possible. I couldn’t have her thinking that I was a two-pump chump. I wasn’t, at all, but with the combination of wanting her so badly, her rocking body, and her skill, she was going to make a liar out of me.
“No, you don’t,” I said as she began to deep throat. She was purposefully playing games now, to see what she could do to drive me crazy, and all of it worked. I didn’t want to finish in her mouth; I wanted to finish in her.
I pulled her head up, and she smiled at what was likely a wild, desperate expression on my face. Her hair was a mess, she had drool on her chin, but she was as beautiful as ever, because she was letting me control this, just barely.
“Lay on the bed,” I demanded.
“Yes, sir,” she said with a siren-like smirk. She had me wanting to spank her.Sir. I could get used to that.
She laid on her back with her ass hanging off the side of the bed. I pulled off her lace panties and tossed them across the room. I lifted her thighs and bent her knees so that her feet rested on the edge of the bed.
I brought my lips to her sensitive skin and teased her like she had me. Then I touched my lips to the warm skin and began to suck. She started to squirm beneath me, and I grabbed her legs to lock them in place. She moaned, and I swore I heard my name whispered between the pleasure-filled sounds. Her fingers grabbed my hair, locking me in place like I had her. Her hips thrusted as she tried to push herself closer to her climax. I pulled away slightly to draw out her release. I was going to have to prepare her for what I was about to do. I was not known to be gentle in bed, unless it was specifically requested. Abby didn’t look like the kind of woman who would ever ask for soft-and-gentle sex. She was rough around the edges, fiery, passionate, and controlling. That didn’t mean that sex with me wouldn’t hurt her, even if she liked it rough; I was well endowed.
I stuck my finger in her, and she let out a loud whimper. I looked up from her pussy and watched her face. Her eyes were closed, her fingers were on her tits, and she had her bottom lip between her teeth in a seductive manner.
“More,” I heard her beg.
I stuck a second finger in, and her whimpers got louder. My cock was throbbing with need, and it might explode if I didn’t enter her right this minute, but there was something important to address.
“Birth control?” I breathed out.
“Yes, and I’m clean,” she said breathlessly.
I trusted her to give me the truth. It was weird how much I trusted her despite her previous lies. I went with it anyway, determined not to waste any more time. I pulled my fingers out and lined myself up at her entrance.
