Stress Relief (3 page)

“Closer.” His voice was a low growl in
her ear as he pulled her pelvis toward his, forcing the leather mini skirt up
around her waist. The action spread her legs even wider and parted her
throbbing sex under the lace panties. Then he gripped her ass with both hands
and brought her in the final fraction of an inch so that she was plastered
against him with her bare breasts against the hard planes of his chest.

Andi moaned again as he pressed her sex
hard against the thick club of his cock, pulsing under his leather pants. He
ground against her, his hard shaft parting the swollen lips of her pussy
beneath the brief front panel of her panties and rubbing hard against the
sensitive bud of her clit.
God, he must be huge!
For a moment she
wondered how in the world she could accommodate the massive cock she felt
rubbing against her spread sex and then the thought was pushed to the back of
her mind by his mouth on her neck.

“Taste so good,” Matt murmured into her
hair as his hands stroked hungrily over her back and ass. His tongue was hot
and demanding as he lapped and sucked at the sensitive hollow of her throat.
“Can’t wait to taste you everywhere, Andi.”

She couldn’t make sense of his words,
could barely make sense of her own reactions. Here she was, spread out with her
breasts exposed and her skirt hiked up to her waist with a man’s hands all over
her. A man whom she had always feared. She had never felt so vulnerable in her
entire life and yet, she had never felt so hot, so sexual.

“You like this? Like the feel of me
tasting you?” he demanded, pulling back to look in her eyes.

“I…” Andi bit her lip, unable to say
what she was really feeling.

Matt frowned. “Tell me what you feel,
sweetheart. I want to know. Talk to me.”

“I…it’s…I’ve never felt like this.” She
dropped her eyes, embarrassed.

“Like what?” His hooded eyes regarded
her steadily and he thrust with his pelvis, grinding his leather clad cock hard
against her open folds.

“Oh, God!” Andi closed her eyes briefly
and bit her lip hard. “A little bit scared but…but also…” She shook her head,
unable to continue.

“Also…?” His hand slid from her ass to
press between her legs and he cupped her wet sex in his hand. She cried out
softly as the heel of his hand thrust against her mound and his fingers
explored the damp lace that barely covered her swollen cunt.

“Also hot,” she gasped at last when he
prompted her by rubbing her aching clit with his blunt fingertips.

“Explain.” He sounded genuinely
interested and it occurred to Andi in a muddled kind of way that he must have
missed making love to a partner who could actually communicate her needs and wishes
instead of just lying still and taking it the way the girls did.

“I…I just…two years is a long time,”
she panted. His fingers had slipped behind the front panel of her panties now
and he was stroking her wet inner cunt slowly, as though he had all the time in
the world to touch her. His leisurely way surprised her—she would have thought
that fucking Agent Alpha would be just that—fucking. By very definition it
should be fast, furious, and rough. Instead he seemed to want to take his time
exploring her…owning her.

“That’s right. Two years since you’ve
had a man,” he mused softly. “Two years since anyone has touched this sweet,
wet pussy.” He circled her clit with one fingertip as he spoke. “Two years
since you’ve been fucked.” Two long, thick fingers entered her roughly and
pressed deep into her core.

Andi moaned and jerked against him as
his fingers opened her pussy and found the end of her channel. God, would he
ever stop? Any other man would have had her by now, would have thrown her down
on the couch and been on top of her, inside her. But Matt seemed content to
talk and watch her reaction to his teasing touch.

“Two years since you took this job and
your personal life ended, right?” he asked as he continued to slide his thick
fingers in and out of her wet sex.

“That…that’s right,” Andi made herself
say. “It…there was no way to date anyone without endangering them. The…the
Agency frowns on…on…” She shook her head, it was impossible to carry on a
conversation when what he was doing below her waist was driving her crazy.

“The Agency frowns on you having a life
outside of work. The Agency wants to control every aspect of your existence,”
he finished for her. “You and I could have gone on working together for years
without knowing each other. Without doing this.” The blunt pad of his thumb
came up to rub her throbbing clit and at the same time he thrust hard with his
fingers, reaching the end of her channel.

“Oh!” Andi threw back her head, her
back arching helplessly as the whipcrack orgasm rolled through her. It was
short and sharp and jagged, like a lightening strike to her entire body. While
it lasted she was incapable of thinking of anything, of doing anything but
reacting to his hands on her.

“That’s right, sweetheart, come for
me.” Matt’s deep voice was a hungry growl. “Come while I fingerfuck your sweet
pussy.”

Andi panted as the pleasure ebbed.
Slowly she opened her eyes which had been squeezed shut and looked at the man
in front of her. She wondered if Matt had talked himself out. Surely he would
take her now—would fuck her. She felt a stab of apprehension mixed with
something suspiciously like anticipation as she wondered how it would feel to
have that thick monster of a cock sheathed inside her to the hilt.

“You’re beautiful when you come, Andi.”
Matt’s deep voice sent a shiver up her spine. Slowly he withdrew his fingers
and brought them to his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, he slipped them
between his lips, sucking her essence eagerly from his skin as though it was a
delicacy.

Andi’s eyes widened as she watched his
display. She’d never been with any man who acted like Matt. There was an almost
animal enjoyment in his eyes as he sucked his fingers clean. He acted as though
he was savoring her taste, as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

“Delicious,” he murmured as he finished
getting the last traces of her honey from his long fingers. “Can’t wait to
taste it straight from the source.”

“I…I don’t understand,” Andi protested
although she was afraid that she understood all too well. “I can’t…I don’t…”

“You don’t have to. I will.” He was
already pressing her back on the couch and removing her panties and miniskirt
in one swift motion. The leather of the couch was cool against her bare ass and
Andy shivered helplessly, feeling incredibly vulnerable. She’d never been with
a man who really
wanted
to do this. It was always something a guy did
only if he felt like he had to—not something he really enjoyed. As a result,
Andi had never enjoyed it either. It felt too much like a duty and she usually
tried to avoid it. But there was no avoiding it now. Matt’s big hands on her
thighs, spreading her legs, let her know that he wanted to do it and that she
had no choice about letting him.

“Please,” she whispered. “I…I…”

“You scared, sweetheart?” He kissed her
neck hungrily and then moved lower, to the soft skin between her breasts.
“Still afraid of the big bad wolf?”

“I don’t know,” she murmured, realizing
it was the truth. She was no longer terrified that he might harm her. But it
was hard to be this vulnerable with any man. Lying there on the couch with her
legs spread she felt so open, so helpless.

“It’s all right. Told you I’m not gonna
hurt you.” His voice was a soft rumble as he moved still lower, circling the
cup of her naval with his tongue until the fine muscles of her stomach
trembled. But when his lips traced a trail of fire down to the neatly trimmed
thatch of curls that decorated her mound, Andi lost her nerve and tried to shut
her thighs.

“Hey, don’t get shy on me now.” Matt’s
hands on her inner thighs were warm and gentle but demanding at the same time.
It was obvious he wasn’t going to be denied. “Don’t tell me you came here
willing to let me put my cock in your pussy but not my tongue.” He looked up at
her, one eyebrow arched in disbelief.

Andi squirmed uncomfortably on the
couch. “Look, it’s just…I’ve never been with anyone who really
wanted
to
do this. I know some guys feel like they have to but really they don’t—you
don’t, I mean. So if you’re just trying to be nice…”

His deep, rumbling laughter startled
her and when she looked down she could see the gleam of amusement in his sharp
blue eyes. “Look at me, sweetheart. I’m a trained assassin—a killing machine.
Do you really think I do anything just to be
nice
?”

“Well then why do you want to do it?
Why not just…just fuck me like you said you were going to?” Andi couldn’t
believe the words coming out of her mouth but she couldn’t help herself. She
was so
uncomfortable
.

He looked at her sharply for a minute.
“If I hadn’t felt how wet and hot your pussy was when I was fingering you I’d
think you just wanted to get this little encounter over with.” He smiled. “But
I did feel it, and I watched the way you came so hard just now. You need this
bad, Andi. Almost as bad as I do. And you don’t even have any damn Agency
conditioning to blame.”

Andi felt her cheeks heat at his words
but there was no way she could deny them so she didn’t try. Instead she said,
“You still haven’t answered my question.”

He frowned. “I didn’t think it needed
answering. But if you really want to know, going down on you is something I’ve
given a lot of thought to. You might even call it a recurring fantasy if you
were an Agency shrink.”

“You…you thought about
me
?” Andi
didn’t know whether to be frightened or flattered. She settled for a combination
of the two. “But…but we’ve never even met in person until tonight,” she
protested.

“Yeah, but I would always watch you on
the phone screen when you gave me assignments. You looks so serious, so scared.
Almost as lost as I was.” He leaned down and nipped one of her hip bones,
making her jump. “It made me want you. Every time you sent one of those fucking
fake whores to my door to “control my stress” after a mission I imagined it was
you I was fucking. I wondered what you’d sound like when you came, what you’d
feel like when I touched you. Wondered what your sweet, wet cunt would taste
like when I went down on you… And now I finally have the chance to find out.”

Andi couldn’t believe it. “You
fantasized about…about…”

“About eating your hot little pussy,
sweetheart. He smiled at her, his eyes still hooded with lust. “About having
your soft thighs wrapped around my head while I tonguefucked you, about the way
you’d moan and thrash under me while you came all over my face…Oh, yeah, I
thought about all of that. And now I’m going to do it. So just relax and let me
taste you. All right?”

He wasn’t asking for permission, Andi
realized. He was telling her how it was going to be. There was nothing she
could do but relax and open for him, nothing she could do but spread her thighs
and accept his mouth on her pussy, his tongue inside her.
Well, at least I
know he really wants to do this.
The knowledge that he really did want to
taste her, that he had actually fantasized about doing it for months helped her
relax. This wasn’t a duty for Matt, it was a pleasure. With a sigh that was
more than half moan, she allowed the muscles in her thighs to relax completely
and let him in.

Matt kissed the top of her mound,
pressing his mouth to the slit of her sex. “Such a sweet little pussy,” he
murmured almost to himself. “So soft and wet.” Gently he spread her puffy outer
lips and pressed another kiss inside, on the swollen inner folds of her cunt.

Andi bit her lip to stifle a moan. God,
he was kissing her pussy the same way he would kiss her mouth! She couldn’t
believe his patience, his persistence. Her hands crept downward, seemingly of
their own volition and stroked his black, spiky hair.

Matt looked up at her tentative touch
and smiled. “That’s right, sweetheart. Just relax and let me eat you. Open up
and let me put my tongue in your sweet little pussy.” His mouth moved lower. Sucking
the sensitive bud of her clit between his lips he tortured it sweetly with his
tongue.

Andi couldn’t help herself. She bucked
upward, pressing her pelvis shamelessly against his mouth and he responded by
shoving both hands under her ass and holding her there as he lapped and sucked
and tasted her cunt.

“God! OhGodohGodohGod…” Andi realized
she was moaning out loud but she couldn’t seem to stop herself, couldn’t seem
to do anything but feel the pleasure that was mounting inside her again. The
rough stubble of his cheeks scratched her tender inner thighs as he pressed
harder against her and then she felt his mouth shift, felt him moving downward.

His large hands readjusted her, giving
him even greater access to her pussy and then Andi felt his tongue enter her,
pressing deep into her tight cunt as though he was reaching for her soul. She
gasped and fisted her hands in his hair, fighting not to scream. She had never
felt anything as erotic as Matt opening her with his tongue, thrusting inside
her there as he tasted her as deeply as he could. And he was obviously enjoying
it, pulling her up hard to meet him and burying his face between her thighs. He
didn’t even seem to mind the way she was yanking his hair.