Thresh: Alpha One Security: Book 2 (27 page)

“Oh, you’re teasing me, all right.”
 

She glided her fist up my length without looking away from me, then stroked back down. “You know I won’t leave you hanging, right?”

I nodded. “Of course. Besides, even if you did leave me hanging, just feeling your touch is pleasure enough, Lola. For real, I’m the lucky one here. You, naked, in my arms, touching me? I don’t think it could get any better.”
 

She smiled up at me, that small, secret, intimate smile I’d come to crave. “You don’t, hmmm?”

“Gonna prove me wrong?” I asked.

“So wrong.” She clutched my shaft with both hands and stroked me slow. “So very, very wrong. I can make it so,
so
much better.”
 

I strained to sound casual. “Oh yeah? How?”
 

She held her hand up to my mouth. “Spit.”
 

I spat into her hand, and then she put her hand to her own mouth and her spit joined mine, and then she smeared it all on my cock, rubbing it over the head and spreading it down, using both hands now, and holy motherfucking shit, she wasn’t kidding. It did get better. So much better. I closed my eyes and just threw myself into the sensation, her hands sliding up and down my slick length, her fists pressed together and gliding in unison from root to tip and back down, so slowly, agonizing slow, and when I finally opened my eyes, she was smirking up at me, pleased with herself.

“Better?”
 

“God, yes. That feels incredible, Lola.”

She rolled onto her back, pulling me to my knees, straddling her, staring up at me with those wide brown eyes so full of emotion, so full of desire, so full of affection and…

I wasn’t quite ready to go there yet, but it was present. I saw it.

I felt it—

Love.

The way she touched me said it all.
 

She continued the slow caresses of my length, up and down, up and down, torturously slow. And then she tugged my cock down and fit me between her tits, crushed them together around me, and I couldn’t help thrusting between them, feeling the softness of them around me, and as I pushed through, she licked my tip, flicking her tongue against me

She glances up at me. “I’m gonna make you come, now.” She stroked my length faster, both hands, sliding and gliding. “But you have to promise me something.”
 

“What’s that, babe?”

“Never hold back, not ever again. The way you were at the end? That’s what I want all the time. Give me crazy, Thresh. Whatever you want, do it. Take me, however, wherever, whenever.”

“What if I want to pull your hair as I fuck you from behind? What if I want to spank that juicy ass of yours until it’s raw?”
 

She moaned. “Are you promising?”

My turn to groan. “Fuck—your hands, Lola, how can just your hands feel so fucking good?”
 

She was fisting my length hand over hand, adding more saliva now and then, keeping me slick and warm in her hands, and then, when I asked that question, she started pumping my length, root to tip, harder and faster.
 

“Promise me, Thresh.”

“I promise.”

“Promise what? Say it? Promise me everything you’ll do.”
 

“I won’t hold back. I’ll give you everything I’ve got, every time.”
 

Faster, faster, both hands still, sliding my whole length so fast her hands were a blur and I felt my orgasm rising. I couldn’t help fucking into her hands, couldn’t help grunting.

 
“Fuck yes, Thresh, be the animal, fuck my hands, give me your come.” She stared up at me, dirty words on her lips, tits huge and heavy and beautiful and dark. “Come on me, baby, right now.”
 

She let go with one hand, used it to cup my balls and press a finger underneath to massage my taint, and even inched closer to my asshole, pressing her finger there. I hissed and thrust into her fist. One hand pumping me with blazing speed, our spit lubricating me so her fist slid slick and easy up and down my length, rolling her finger against me back there, massaging my balls, staring up at me with those eyes, god, it was too much. I was lost, I was gone.

“Promise me you’ll spank me and fuck me from behind. Promise me you’ll pull my hair and fuck my mouth and finger my ass.”

“All that and more.”

“Promise me you’ll make love to me, slow and soft?”

It was hard to talk, the way she was touching me, bringing me closer and closer, her hand a blur along my length. “Promise…so soft, so sweet, so slow. I’ll love you all night long, until dawn. All day.”

“Promise me you’ll fuck me so hard I can’t breathe? Promise me you’ll fuck me so hard I can’t walk the next day?”

“Ohhh fuck, Lola, god, I’m—”

“What, Thresh? Tell me.”
 

“I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.”
 

She slowed, then. “How close?”

I ground into her fist, groaning as she twisted her fist around me, ran her fingers over my tip on the way back down, returning to the slow deliberate strokes. “Fuck—”

“You want it hard or slow, Thresh? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

I gasped, hips pivoting back and forth, fucking her hand, arching and bowing. “This…this, don’t stop, Lola, just like this.”

She kept up the slow twisting gliding strokes, not hurrying even as I became more and more desperate.
 

And then it was roaring through me, blood rushing in my ears, heart hammering, skin tingling, balls clenching, cock throbbing as my orgasm ripped through me, so hard and so fast I had no time to warn her.

She moaned as I came, still going slow, smearing my come over my cock and rubbing her thumb over the tip between spurts. “God yeah, baby, just like that. So beautiful, Thresh, you’re so fucking beautiful when you come, you big perfect man. Give it to me, let me feel you come on my tits.”
 

I wrenched open my eyes and watched her stroke my cock with slow loving caresses, watched my come shoot out of me and hit her skin, white against her dark flesh, and she just kept stroking me as I came again and again, until my come was a white pool on her tits, dribbling down her nipples and between her tits and sluicing down the inner slopes, and when I was done coming she was still stroking me, until I flopped off her and to my back, shuddering…

And that was when she bent over me and took my still-hard length in her mouth and sucked, then licked the side, fit me sideways in her mouth and licked, then sucked me into her mouth again, sucking another few drops out of me and making me jerk and shudder, until my spine left the platform and I was paralyzed by it, left breathless and trembling.

“Jesus—Lola,” I gasped. “Jesus.”
 

She gazed at me, lifted her hand to watch my come dripping through her fingers. She licked it away.
 

I couldn’t move for a few moments, unable to do anything but fight for breath and marvel at what Lola had just done for me.
 

“That was—” I tried to sit up, and failed, flopped back down. “Fuck, Lola. Just….
fuck
.”
 

She curled up in the sheltering nook of my arm, a pleased smile on her beautiful face. “So?”

“I will never look at a hand job the same way ever again.” I angled my arm over her shoulder, across her breasts, threading my fingers in hers. “Or these hands.”
 

She tucked her face into the side of my neck again, a shy but giddy gesture I was very swiftly coming to love.

Shit, did I just think that?

Maybe I was still denying my feelings a little.

Understandable, though, right? It had been less than a week. How was this possible? I always rolled my eyes at how fast things happened in the books I read in secret. Pssshhh, right. Nobody falls in love that fast.

Um…guess I was wrong, huh?

“Tell me what you’re thinking right now, no hesitation, no bullshit.” She was staring up at me, I realized, examining me closely, trying to read my thoughts.

I let out a nervous breath, forcing my rambling thoughts into words. “I was thinking about how I love it when you put your face in my neck like that, all shy and happy at the same time, and then I realized I’d thought—out loud in my own head, if you know what I mean—that I
loved
that, and it sort of freaked me out, like a lot. Because I’ve known you less than a week, and it’s crazy to think that, to think I could feel that.” I blinked up into the darkness, nerves and even fear shooting through me in a way they didn’t even during a firefight. “That’s…that’s what I was thinking.”

She kissed the edge of my jawline, midway between chin and ear. “It is crazy. It’s totally nuts.”
 

I laughed. “Thanks?”
 

She laughed with me. “No, I mean, it’s crazy, because I was thinking the same thing. Or…similar, at least. I was thinking how much I love it here, with you. How you make me feel more alive and more…more like my old self, except even better. I’m not afraid anymore. I have myself back, my sexuality back. And I have you to thank for that. You just—you just erased all my concerns, and I’m not even sure how you did it, or how you made it seem so easy and effortless.”
 

She paused to kiss my jaw again, then my cheek, then just beneath my eye, and it made everything inside me just…twist, and shiver, the way she kissed me like that. “I don’t ever want to go back to that.”
 

“You don’t have to,” I said.

She sighed. “But we can’t stay out here forever. Dad’s gonna want his
fale
back, for one thing, and there are people out there hunting us, and your friends, for another. We both have jobs. We can’t just hide out in the Everglades forever.”

“We’ll figure something out.”
 

“Will we? I went into this not expecting anything from you. I knew we had sexual chemistry, and I was really hoping you’d be able to help me past my fucked-up psychological-slash-sexual hang-ups, but I wasn’t expecting more than that.”
 

“We’ve talked about this already, Lola.” I shifted so she was lying on my chest, so I could look into her eyes. “I don’t know how things will work out, but we’ll figure it out. This wasn’t just sex, Lola, and we both know it. It’s all happening fucking crazy fast, but I’ve never backed down from a challenge in my life and I’m not about to do it now. I don’t know what ‘our thing’ is going to look like, but I’ve got no problem not labeling things if it’ll make it easier for both of us.”
 

She nuzzled into me. “I guess I’m freaked out by how this got so intense so fast.”

“You and me both, babe, that’s what I’m saying. But it feels right, though.”

A nod. “It does.” She let the silence hang for a while, and then she sat up. “Bath time.”
 

I gave her a quizzical look. “There’s a bath around here?”

She grinned. “Sort of.” Standing up, she took my hand and pulled until I stood up. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
 

Lola led me by the hand through the mangrove forest, both of us still naked. The moon was bright overhead, filtering through the branches in silver glints. I lost track of where we were, but Lola seemed to know exactly where she was going.
 

Eventually, we came across a decent sized stream trickling through the forest, and Lola followed this for a while, until the ground sloped downward toward a clearing, where it plunged over an abrupt edge toward a pool. At first, I thought I was seeing a natural waterfall with a pond at the bottom, but then I looked more closely and realized this was more of Tai’s clever handiwork. The slope of the earth was natural, but Tai had carved away part of the hillside and built a rock wall, and then had dug a pool some ten feet across and probably five or so feet deep. On the side of the pool opposite the short waterfall, Tai had allowed the stream to carry on through the forest on its way out to the rest of the waterway. The constant flow of water kept the pool fresh and clean, and even though Tai had artificially created the waterfall and pool, he’d done it in such a way that it looked and felt totally natural. Most importantly, because he’d also cleared away the underbrush around the pool, he’d left no hiding places for snakes. I knew enough about the Everglades to know that cottonmouths, also known as water moccasins, were a problem, one major reason to never enter the water in the ’Glades, especially at night, when the predatory nocturnal snakes were most active.
 

I grinned at Lola. “Let me guess, another summer project?”

She feigned a dramatic eye-roll. “Actually we did this one over Christmas break.” A laugh. “I didn’t complain about doing this project at all, because until we created this we had to take baths the hard way, by carting buckets of water across the island by hand, heating them up, and squatting in this tiny little tub, which was actually just a livestock watering tank. It was a super difficult pain in the ass, and I totally understand why people in the olden days didn’t bathe very often, if that was the only way to do it.”
 

I eyed her with renewed respect. “So you really did grow up out here, didn’t you?”

She nodded. “I spent half my life out here, no plumbing, no electricity. Shit, there weren’t even walls. I can hunt, fish with a bow and arrow, I can tell you which plants are edible, and I know how to treat a cottonmouth bite. When I’d go back for the first day of school I went through culture shock all over again.”
 

I nodded at the pool. “So there aren’t any snakes in there, right?”

“That’s why we built it, for cottonmouth-free bathing.”
 

She picked her way down the hill to the side of the pool, sat down on the edge, and then slipped in. The water was deep enough to cover her breasts, which meant it would probably hit me at waist height, maybe a little higher. I slid in after her, pleasantly surprised to find the water cool enough to be refreshing but not cold enough to make my balls retract.
 

There are moments in life that you just know you’ll never forget. Events that get burned into your mind, good or bad, and you are aware even as it’s happening that you’ll always be able to recall every detail with perfect clarity for as long as you live.