Stress Relief (4 page)

The feel of his mouth on her, of his
tongue inside her finally brought Andi’s pleasure to a crest. She moaned as her
second orgasm washed over her, moaned and pressed herself against his mouth to
get more of his tongue inside her. God, it felt so
good.
She’d never
imagined this act being anything but painfully embarrassing but somehow with
Matt it was natural, pleasurable…
incredible
.

By the time he stopped licking and
sucking her swollen folds and looked up Andi felt as limp as a dishrag. She had
never come easily and she couldn’t remember the last time a man had made her
come once during sex, let alone twice.
And we still haven’t even actually
fucked yet,
she thought. But from the smoldering look in Matt’s pale blue
eyes, it wouldn’t take long.

“God you taste good. I knew you would.”
He slid up the length of her body and took her mouth in a long, searching kiss.
Andi moaned into his mouth as she tasted herself on his lips and he took the
opportunity to explore her thoroughly with his tongue.

The entire length of his huge, muscular
body was pressed against hers and she knew it should have made her feel
smothered. Instead his weight was a welcome pressure against her bare skin and
the feel of his leather clad cock rubbing against her sensitive naked cunt made
her gasp. She couldn't remember the last time she’d felt so alive.
Probably
some time before I came to work for the Agency
, she thought distractedly.
But while his tongue and his fingers inside her had been amazing, she knew she
wanted more.

“Matt,” she whispered when he broke the
kiss at last. “Matt, I want…I need you.”

“Need you too, Andi.” His voice was
rough with lust. “Need to be inside you, fucking you. I can’t wait any longer.”

“I don’t want you to wait.” She leaned
up and kissed him, surprised at her own boldness. “So how do you want me?”

“On your hands and knees—to start with
anyway.” He stroked her face gently. “You’re tight and I’m big. That way I can
open you up and get you used to my cock inside you without hurting you. Okay?”

“O—okay,” Andi whispered with numb
lips. Now that they had come down to it she couldn’t believe she was actually
going to do this. Actually going to spread her legs voluntarily and let him
sink his thick cock to the hilt into her naked pussy. And yet, a part of her, a
large part of her, wanted it so badly she could barely breathe.

He shifted off of her and began
stripping off the black leather pants, leaving Andi to scramble into position.
She faced the arm of the couch and spread her legs, hyper aware of the cool
leather against her bare breasts and nipples as she braced herself for his
entry.

“That’s good, sweetheart, real good.”
Matt’s breath was hot against the back of her neck and she could feel the heat
from his big body as he covered her. Something moist and hard bumped against
the back of her thigh and she realized it was his cock, finally free of its
leather sheath and ready to fuck her.

“
God
,” she whispered, more to
herself than him as he positioned himself at her entrance. She could feel the
moist, blunt head of his cock rubbing against her open pussy, not to enter her,
not yet, but to get wet enough so that he could slide into her. Had she thought
she felt vulnerable before? Had she really? Well the feeling of being helpless
and open was a hundred times worse now, a thousand times worse.
And just how
big is he, really?
she wondered, wishing she had gotten a chance to see
him, to touch him before she had assumed the position. Was this going to hurt?
She felt her inner muscles clenching at the idea and bit her lower lip until
blood came.

“Hey, sweetheart, relax. Just relax.”
One large warm hand was stroking the bare, trembling skin of her back
soothingly as Matt whispered in her ear. “I know you’re scared,” he murmured
softly. “But we’re gonna go slow, I promise.”

“All…all right,” Andi forced herself to
say and then he was pressing into her, entering her, and she couldn’t think to
say anything else.

Matt was as good as his word. The slow
press of his thick shaft into her open pussy made Andi bite her lip again but
this time with impatience. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him
but after the first shock when she’d felt the broad head of his cock press
inside her, it didn’t hurt. She wanted to tell Matt to hurry up, to put it all
inside her, but the words wouldn’t come. And anyway, she sensed from the way he
was guiding himself into her that he wouldn’t comply with any request to hurry
even if she was able to make it. He was like a gourmand with a fine meal and he
wanted to make it last.

“God, Andi, you’re so tight,” he
murmured hoarsely as he pressed slowly inside her. “So tight and hot and wet. I
can’t believe how good you feel wrapped around my cock.”

Andi opened her mouth to answer and
could only pant. God, he was
huge.
And there kept being more of him. As
he entered her slowly, inch after thick inch, she began to wonder if it would
ever end. But at last it did. She felt the broad head of his cock pressed hard
against the end of her channel and at the same time, his lean hips met her
buttocks.

“There we go, sweetheart,” Matt
murmured, caressing her hips and waist. “All the way in you now. Can you feel
it?” He drew back about an inch and thrust forward, drawing a gasp from her
throat.

“I…I feel it. I feel you,” Andi managed
to make herself say. She had never felt so full, so thoroughly opened and she
was grateful now that he had insisted on going slow. It had been a long time
since she’d made love with anyone and she’d never had a lover as big as Matt.
If he had been the animalistic killer she’d imagined on her way over he really
might have hurt her, might have torn her in half. As it was she felt stretched
to the limit by his girth.

“That’s good, Andi. Good because I’m
going to fuck you now. I’ll try to take it slow but I don’t know…don’t know if
I can. I’ve been holding back all night because I didn’t want to hurt you but
this damn conditioning…”

Andi understood what he was saying at
once. The Agency conditioned their agents to be ruthless in all things—in sex
as well as killing. It was probably the reason why the girls were in the repair
shop so often. That Matt was able to hold back and keep from ripping her apart
as he fucked her said a lot about his inner strength. For the first time she
was glad that he had apparently overcome his conditioning—if he hadn’t, she
might not still be alive. But now she was used to having him inside her, used
to feeling his thick cock deep in her pussy and she felt like she could handle
a little rough treatment.

“It’s all right,” she murmured,
pressing back against him to let him know she meant it. “It’s all right, Matt. Just…just
do it. Just fuck me.”

Her words seemed to release something
inside him, something long pent up and fiercely controlled. With a sound that
was like a low roar, he pulled almost all the way out of her and slammed back
in, thrusting the entire thick length of his cock deep into her tight cunt.

Andi gasped and then moaned at the
pleasure of his rough entry. She’d never really liked this position before—with
any other man she’d tried it with it always seemed silly and demeaning somehow.
But she didn’t feel like that with Matt. As he gripped her hips hard enough to
leave ten finger shaped bruises and plowed into her she felt hot and
animalistic in a way she’d never experienced before. She found that she was
gripping the leather armrest of the couch and backing to meet him, spreading
her thighs even more to get every last inch inside her as he fucked her with a
savage intensity she’d never dreamed of.

“God! Oh, God, Matt, please…please…”
Andi didn’t know if she was begging him to stop or begging him to never stop. She
only knew that she couldn’t help moaning, couldn’t help pleading as he
continued to open her, to take her harder and faster and farther than she’d
ever been taken before.

“That’s right, Andi. Say my name. And
tell me how it feels when I fuck you.” Matt’s voice was hoarse and commanding
but in no way out of breath. It occurred to Andi that with his superb physical
condition he could probably do this all night. She wasn’t sure if she could
take that much of his rough love but she was prepared to find out.

“Matt,” she moaned as he thrust into
her. “God, Matt, it feels so good. Feels so right to have you in me like this.
Feels right to have you
fuck
me. Please fuck me, don’t stop!”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to,” he murmured,
speeding up his rhythm. “Love you, Andi. Been loving you for so long…wanting
you for so long…”

Even in the heat of passion his words
gave Andi pause. He loved her? He’d admitted to fantasizing about her but…love?
It’s just something people shout out when they’re fucking,
she told
herself.
No big deal.
But if it was no big deal, why did it make her
heart skip a beat? She felt one of his large hands slip from her hip down to
the area where they were joined and she lost her train of thought abruptly.

“Come for me, Andi,” he growled in her
ear. “Come while I’m fucking you. Want to feel your sweet pussy squeezing my
cock while I get deep inside you.”

Oh, God, no more…I can’t take any more,
she thought
as he began caressing her clit, rubbing her in time with his thrusts inside her
body.
I can’t…I can’t…
But even as she had the thought, she was. An
orgasm so deep it felt like a tidal wave was rushing through her, making her
see stars before her eyes.

“Matt,” she gasped. “Oh, Matt, I
can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” he growled back. “I can
feel you, coming all around me. God, it feels so good—have to fill you up now.
Have to fill your sweet little pussy with my cum.”

“Yes…yes, please…” His words as much as
the relentless hammering of his shaft inside her made her inner muscles spasm
around him. Plainly Matt felt her reaction because he pulled her in close and
thrust hard, getting as deeply into her cunt as he could. And then Andi felt
him flooding her sex, coming deep inside her open pussy, claiming her, owning
her completely.

“Oh, God…” she whispered and then the intensity of the sensations
flowing through her body was too much. The room began to go gray and her
fingers felt numb, unable to grip the armrest of the couch anymore. And then
everything went black.

Chapter Three

“Andi? You okay? Andi, talk to me.” A warm hand was patting her
cheek and a deep voice was speaking anxiously in her ear. Where was she? She
hadn’t had anyone touch her like this, speak to her like this in, well, in
years. Was she dreaming of her life before the Agency had swallowed her whole?

Andi’s eyelids fluttered and she looked up to see a pair of
piercing blue eyes staring down at her in concern. Suddenly it all came rushing
back to her…Agent Alpha’s stress readings, Central’s demands that she go and
relieve him herself, the meeting in his darkened apartment and the way he had
touched her and tasted her and taken her… Absurdly she felt herself blushing. God,
she had really been begging for it there at the end, calling his name, pleading
with him to fuck her…She couldn’t ever remember losing control so completely,
not even during sex. Especially not during sex. But there was something about
him, something about the way he demanded her total submission and did what he
wanted to her body that made her feel weak. Apparently weak enough to faint.

“How…how long have I been out?” she asked groggily, looking up at
him.

He shrugged. “Only about five minutes. I was, uh, just finishing
when you collapsed under me. Thought for a minute I’d killed you.” The worry on
his dark face and the gentle way he stroked her forehead belied his casual
tone.

“Sorry.” Andi struggled to sit up and he helped her, keeping one
large hand at the small of her back for support. Then she looked at him
curiously. “But you kill lots of people. It’s your job.”

“I told you, not anymore.” Matt frowned. From out of nowhere he
suddenly produced a large, sharp knife with a thin silver blade.

Abruptly, Andi was wide awake. She could feel all the blood
draining from her face and her hands started to shake.
Oh, God, he’s finally snapped. The last of the conditioning is gone and
he’s going to go berserk. This time next week the police are going to be
calling him a serial killer and I’ll be known as his first victim.

“Matt,” she pleaded, holding out a trembling hand. “Matt,
please…please don’t do this.”

“Do what?” He frowned and then looked down at the knife in his
hand and laughed. “Hey, don’t worry sweetheart. This isn’t for you, it’s for
me. I can’t take this life anymore so I’m getting out the only way I know how.”

Oh, no—he’s suicidal!
For some reason this bothered her
even more than the idea of her own death.