HighonYou (3 page)

Crystal pushed Blake’s jeans and underwear to the floor. His
cock was thick and long and pointed toward the ceiling. She wanted to touch it,
but instead she waited for him to tell her what he wanted next.

It was weird, as if she was some silly little schoolgirl,
waiting for him to tell her what to do because she didn’t know. She had
experience with men, wasn’t a whore or anything, but she wasn’t a virgin
either.

She didn’t need to wait for his instruction but there was a
part of her that really liked how Blake took charge, how he told her exactly
what he wanted from her. She shouldn’t let him control her like he was, should
keep her head on straight and protect herself, but his touch felt too good to
worry about that right now.

“I’m going to bend you over that arm of the couch and fuck
you until you scream my name.” His voice was a deep growl that made her want to
jump at his every request, even when his words didn’t sound much like a
request. She wanted him to do exactly that, wanted him to make her scream in
pleasure.

Crystal moved over to the edge of her couch and bent over it
as Blake came up behind her. His hands were hot and strong as he grabbed her
ass, moved it up into the position he wanted.

It was strange, the intensity of the attraction she had for
Blake. She didn’t lose control like this, didn’t believe in lust at first
sight. Not until today anyway.

He rubbed a slow circle on her ass and then tapped her ass
cheeks lightly with his fingers. Heat rushed to her pussy. Then he took his
hand off her, just for a second, and brought it down solidly on the flesh of
her ass. A smacking sound rang in her ears and the heat intensified. He spanked
her, actually spanked her. And the craziest part was that she liked it. A lot.

A shock of lust shot all the way to her toes. Blake did it again,
the same spot, a little harder this time, and her pussy throbbed with need.

“What was that for?” She felt as if she should ask, not that
it mattered. All that really mattered was the way it made her feel.

“You were a bad girl, carrying drugs like that,” he growled.

She nodded and said, “I was.”

Crystal didn’t know why she said the words but they brought
some sense of release from the guilt she felt. As if admitting her guilt and
being punished for it gave her a little bit of freedom to forgive herself.

He slapped his hand against her ass again and the pain and
pleasure merged, sending a shot of wetness to her pussy.

“I need you, need your cock inside me.” Crystal was drowning
in desire, had to have him pounding into her. Now.

“Patience often brings the greatest rewards.” He pressed his
cock between her ass cheeks and pulsed against her, so close to where she
needed him but only bringing higher levels of torment.

One of his fingers moved to her clit, circling it, bringing
her right up to the edge of orgasm but then he stopped.

“Please. More,” she begged. Hell, she had no pride, not
right now anyway.

“I like it when you beg.” Blake said the words as he reached
down into his pants pocket and pulled out a condom.

Thank God. If he teased her any more it might kill her.
Death by pleasure.

It was better than how she expected it to end when the four
men attacked her on the beach that afternoon.

She waited, impatiently, as Blake slid the condom over his
cock and then pressed it against her opening. He didn’t thrust inside her hard
and fast like she wanted but pulsed, just his thick head barely into her
opening.

Crystal arched her back, trying to get more of him, trying
to find release, but he moved back, denying the hard fucking she needed.

“Sometimes the best things come to those who wait.”

She didn’t need a goddamn cheesy quote from him. She needed
to be pounded into, needed to be taken over the edge, needed release.

“Please. I need to come,” she begged again.

Blake slid his cock in and out of her once, her pussy
clenched, clung to him.

“Oh God, Blake.” She was so close to release, just needed a
little more.

He thrust in and out of her at a torturously slow pace, her
body clinging to every movement, the sensations so intense.

“Okay. You may come.”

The words were weird, but he slammed his cock inside her
hard and fast once and then again, filling her so full. Her pussy clenched and
pleasure exploded. Her whole body tensed and surges of lust shot to her fingers
and her toes and her skin tingled. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and
felt as if she was going to pass out from the intensity of it all.

Blake froze. Held his cock deep inside her, not moving as
the pleasure hit Crystal again and again and then finally started to subside.

“That was amazing.” She let herself slump onto the edge of
the couch, not thinking her jelly-legs would be able to hold her up much
longer.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Blake grabbed her waist and
pulled her up, his hands moving to her breasts, his fingers tugging at the
nipples and then moving one hand down to her clit, circling and bringing the
pulsing need right back to the surface.

She didn’t know if she could survive more pleasure than she
had just experienced but the way Blake was touching her sure as hell made her
want to try.

He slid his cock slowly in and out of her, and her cunt
clenched tight to every movement, pleasure building again quickly. His fingers
continued to circle her clit and Crystal let out a low moan. It was crazy how
fast he could bring her so close to orgasm again.

Blake pinched her nipple hard as he increased his pace,
pounded his cock into her again and again in a steady rhythm. Crystal grasped
at the material on the sofa, desperate for something to hold onto as he slammed
into her harder, faster, his thighs slapping against her.

“Oh God,” she whimpered. So close to the edge again.

“That’s right. Come for me.” His words were tense, and she
could tell he was close to the edge too, about to lose control as he fucked her
hard and fast. His breathing heavy, ready to explode.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Crystal screamed the words, didn’t care if
all her neighbors heard, the only thing that mattered was the pleasure hitting
her again, surging through her. This time it had more of a deep, fulfilling
feeling, hitting her all the way to her core.

“Aaaggghhh.” Blake groaned as he slammed his cock deep
inside her and shuddered with his release. His thighs turned solid, tense, and
then finally relax against her.

He moved his hands leisurely up to her breasts, fondling
them lightly and an aftershock hit her as he pulled his cock out.

“That was fucking amazing.” He sounded a little surprised
about that fact but he was right.

It was fucking amazing. She had never had a man make her
feel so good, so satisfied.

“You better get to bed. We’re going to have a big day
tomorrow.” Blake sauntered into the kitchen naked, his ass and leg muscles
flexing sexily as he moved to throw away the condom. She barely had the energy
to turn her head in his direction but she sure as hell wasn’t going to miss this
view.

“Are you going to join me?” Crystal asked, wanting so bad
for him to lie beside her, hold her in those strong arms all night long. She
had no right to want those things, not after agreeing to commitment-free sex.

“No. I have a few phone calls to make and I’m going to meet
up with one of my guys before I can call it a night.”

“Oh.” She tried to hide the disappointment in her voice that
shouldn’t be there. Then she started down the hallway.

“What are we going to do tomorrow?” She needed to stop worrying
about the man and focus on her life. The sex was a nice distraction but
tomorrow a whole lot of reality was going to slam down on her.

“I’m going to figure that out now. You rest and I’ll take
care of things.”

“Okay.” She hated not knowing, not being part of the
decision making, but she had to trust him, had to do whatever he asked her to
do if she wanted to avoid jail. She lost all other options when she got caught
transporting drugs.

Crystal walked back to her room and flopped onto her bed. It
was normal for her to go to bed alone, but she didn’t want to be alone, not
tonight.

* * * * *

Blake picked up his cell phone and hoped like hell he was
doing the right thing. If Crystal was telling the truth, if she helped him
bring down the dirty cops involved in the drug running, he would make sure she
didn’t get prosecuted for her involvement. But it was a big risk. She was going
to have to do things that would put her in a lot of danger and a part of him
didn’t want her to have to do that, probably the same part of him that thought
fucking her was a good idea.

He knew better than to get involved with an informant, knew
he needed to keep all focus on the mission, but when she flaunted those curves
in front of him he couldn’t say no. Or at least he didn’t want to.

There
was
a difference.

“Hey, Mason, I’ve got something big. Can you meet me at
Fatboys in fifteen?”

“Sure, man. See you there.” Mason knew what was going on
without explanation, knew Blake wasn’t in a position to divulge any details
over the phone and didn’t waste any time trying to find out any more about the
case. They had been partners for Blake’s first four years at the DEA and Blake
trusted Mason with his life. This was a typical meeting spot when he went
undercover, Mason knew the drill.

Blake grabbed the backpack with the drugs in it, threw it
into his duffel bag. He had to take the drugs along to protect them and make
sure she didn’t run, and he had to hide them from anyone who might be watching.
Blake locked her door and shut it tightly before he left.

Fifteen minutes later he pulled into the parking lot. He
hated leaving Crystal alone, but she did need to sleep and he had a job to do.
Dragging her along to this meeting wasn’t a good idea. He needed to keep some
things secret, just in case she was playing both sides.

There were a couple cars and probably ten bikes in the
parking lot, so the place would be busy enough to provide the cover of
background noise to keep anyone from overhearing the conversation he and Mason
needed to have but not so busy they wouldn’t be able to find a secluded spot to
talk.

He didn’t see Mason’s car yet but Blake was early and Mason
had a longer drive.

Blake slammed the piece-of-crap undercover car’s door shut
and started his walk across the parking lot. A man in a black leather vest and
jeans and a woman wearing a leather bra came through the parking lot and
climbed onto one of the bikes.

Crystal would look damn good in leather and perfect with a
studded collar around her neck. His cock went half-hard just thinking about it
but right now he needed to keep his mind on work and his dick in his pants.
Lusting after Crystal couldn’t bring good things. He couldn’t let himself be
distracted no matter how much she turned him on.

Blake walked into the bar and up to the counter. “I’ll take
two Bud Lights.”

“Sure, honey, I’ll be right back.” The dark-haired waitress
gave him an empty smile before she walked to the cooler at the opposite end of
the bar and bent over to pull out his beers.

If he had to guess, he would say the woman was in her late
forties and she looked as if she had been “rode hard and put up wet” more than
once. Her skin barely covered her bony elbows and shoulders, and all the dark
makeup she wore couldn’t hide the bags under her eyes.

Blake slid a twenty across the bar and waited for the woman
to deliver the beers.

“Here you are. I’ll be right back with your change.” She
grabbed the twenty and turned toward the cash register.

“Keep it.” She looked as if she could use an extra burger
and fries. Hopefully that was what she would spend the money on and not crack.

“Thank you.” She smiled a real smile at him this time.

Blake wasn’t exactly in the mood for a beer but you couldn’t
sit in a biker bar without one. Not if you wanted to fit in. Fitting in was key
to staying alive in his career.

He carried the beers over to a booth in the back far corner
of the room and sat with his back against the wall, in a position where he
could see most of the people in there. A couple sips of beer later, Mason
walked through the door. He spotted Blake right away and walked straight over
to the booth.

“Thanks, man.” Mason grabbed the beer from the center of the
table and took a quick drink. “So what’s up?”

“I got something big…I think.” Blake had to put out the
disclaimer. He didn’t know if Crystal was telling the truth, didn’t know for
sure there was any police involvement. It could all be some story she made up
to try to get out of trouble. His gut didn’t think that was the case but hell,
it could be mostly his cock wanting to believe in her innocence.

“My buddy Jack found the person bringing in all the cocaine
for the Mohab ring. She claims she was forced into doing it and that there are
cops involved.”

When he told the story to Mason it sounded a lot lamer than
when she told Blake. How many crooks made up crazy stories to get out of
trouble with not an ounce of truth involved? Almost all of them.

“I told her we could probably offer her immunity if she
helped us catch the cops and whoever else near the top we can get to like we
got approved earlier.”

“Sounds good but do you really trust her?” Mason raised his
eyebrows and then shook his head and took another sip of beer. “Is she good
looking?”

Did Mason see something he didn’t? It was kind of a random
question.

“Yeah. She’s good looking.” No reason to lie about it.

“Hmmm.” Mason studied him. “What do you need me to do for
you?”

“I feel as if this needs to be kept secret. I don’t know if
it involves people in our agency so I’m going to be going off the grid and I
think it’s best if you use as few people as possible and only guys you really
trust to get the surveillance we’re going to need.”