Bane: Elite Operatives (Bad Boys of X-Ops Book 4) (9 page)

“Who is it?” Kiki pulled up at a stop sign.

“Walker.” I muffled the phone on my shoulder. “Wants to commiserate about bullet wounds or some shit. He probably hit the pain killers pretty hard.”

Back on the burner, I gripped it in a tight fist. “Still kicking. How about you?” I bluffed.

“We need the KIA confirmation for Kiki Damage this week, or we bring in outside operatives to make the hit.”

The line went dead.

I glanced at Kiki.

Her time was up.

Backlash

WE PICKED UP SOME street food on the way to our safe house, but my appetite had disappeared. I barely touched any of the spicy burrito, downing another bottle of water followed by several neat shots of tequila while Kiki and I juggled plates on our knees.

“You got your head back on straight after the coke?” Kiki finished eating her tamales, and relaxed back on the couch to nurse her drink.

I grunted in reply.

“You must be. Back to your old ways, I see.” She drizzled more alcohol into her throat.

I watched her swallow, wishing the liquid coating her tongue was my come.

Things to like about Kiki Damage:

Her slamming body.

Her
takes no shit
’tude.

Her smarts.

Those crystal clear eyes.

Check to all those things.

Things not to like?

I still didn’t know for certain she hadn’t sold out Walker’s op.

And I had to kill her.

She swirled the glass between her tattooed hands. “You were funny though. And I’m pretty sure it wasn’t just the blow.”

“You want funny?” I stood slowly and tried not to limp as I made my way toward her.

Her slim eyebrows arching, she looked up at me. Her wet lips parted, her tongue stroking the glossy surface. Her gaze skimmed down from my hard face to my broad chest, to my black jeans. To my groin, where the solid roll of flesh distorted the fabric.

“That doesn’t look funny.” Her voice dropped to a sexy, husky tone. “Looks like some serious business.”

“Why don’t you take care of it?”

“How’s the leg?”

“I think if you wanted to give me head I’d feel a whole lot better.” Reaching for her face, I traced the slant of her cheekbone with one finger.

“Is that what you were thinking about the whole time you were watching me eat?” She grasped my wrist, drawing my finger to her mouth. “My lips on your cock?”

“Yeah.”
Small lie.

She sucked and bit the pad of my finger before enveloping it to the knuckles in the warm wetness of her mouth. The sensation fisted a tight knot right up under my balls, bringing me to full hardness.

She slid the digit from her mouth with a wet, luxurious slurp. Placing a palm flat on my belly, she pushed me back. Kiki rose to her feet.

“Come with me, baby.” She took my hand in hers, leading me up the stairs.

I stumbled for a second, cursing the fucking leg wound.

Kiki pushed her shoulder under mine. “You can lean on me, you know? I won’t crumble.”

“Thought I got enough of the naughty nurse treatment last night.” I gruffly accepted her help.

“And I wasn’t even wearing the slutty uniform,” she quipped.

Damn woman. She pulled another smile from me. “Now, that I’d like to see.”

She pouted, trailing a finger down the center of my chest. “Didn’t bring one to Mexico.”

We made it to the bedroom we’d staked out the night before, and Kiki turned on the light beside the bed. With her bent over, her ass looked nice and ripe in her tight jeans, but I needed her naked.

“Strip,” I ordered, my voice coming from deep in my chest.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, glancing at me. “Sexy striptease?”

“Don’t care. Just show me you.” Arousal dug deep into my groin, an almost stabbing pain heightened by the desire to have her beneath me, parted by my cock in her cunt.

Kiki started slow, swaying her shoulders, swinging her hips, and I watched, my eyes drawn to the sight. The shirt rolled up above her breasts, and she slung it aside. It only took a quick twist behind her back and her bra slipped from her shoulders, hanging for just a tantalizing second from her puffed-up nipples.

When the scrap of blue lace fell to the floor, I rubbed a hand across my watering mouth. A beautiful handful, her breasts stood proud and firm on her chest, the areolas a nice sucking size—pink and peaked.

Crooking a finger at her, I beckoned her toward me.

She slinked forward—swinging her hips, adding a little dip and roll to her step.

The woman was nonstop sex in combat boots.

Jesus.

“These tits.” I grasped both mounds in a firm grip.

I practically mauled her, running a strong arm around her back to make sure her knees didn’t give out when she immediately started moaning.

Using my mouth, my hands, I bent her farther back. Tweaking. Twisting. Twirling the tight pink buds, shaping her breasts, licking and pulling them into my mouth.

I kissed from one tit to the other, abrading them with my stubbled chin. Keeping them hot and taut while her body arched further over my arm.

“I thought you wanted me to undress?” She asked, breathy, nearly voiceless.

“Got distracted.” I ran my hand from her neck to the center of her chest down her belly.

Then I shoved my fingers into the front of her pants. Slipping beneath panties, I found her smooth slit and slid two fingers into her wet sheath.

Her fingers bit into my forearm. “Oh, fuck . . .”

Kiki’s hair fell over the arm I latched around her back. She swiveled in my grasp, rising to meet the mouth hungrily pulsing on her tits, dipping to drive my fingers even deeper inside where she quivered and clutched.

She came in a silent scream of an orgasm, her eyes slammed shut, her mouth ovaled open. She weaved on my hand, the sucking wet warmth taking my digits ever deeper.

Inhaling with a trembling breath, she drew up and clasped my shoulders. She buried her face against my neck—licking, sucking, kissing.

“My legs are about to give out.” She laughed, a sultry quiver to the sound.

“Good. That’s exactly where I want you. Down on your knees.”

The crystalline blue of her eyes flipped to mine seconds before a smoky smile crossed her lips. She shucked the rest of her clothes—no more teasing. Wrangling my shirt off my arms and over my head, she threw it aside.

“Sit.” She pointed to the bed. “It’s all well and good if I fall over, but no way in hell could I lift you up again.”

She winked, and I grinned, taking her orders.

“Spread ’em.” She tugged at my knees from her place on the floor in front of me.

No problem with that.

Her hands roamed from my inked shoulders, down my torso, to my belt.

I bucked and groaned, an involuntary reaction to her proximity to my aching dick.

An unwholesome smile slid across her lips as she lashed my belt free and sent it sailing in an arc across the room. “Patience,
papi
. We’ll get to that.”

I growled at her, my hands coiling in her hair pulling her up to my lips.

After driving my tongue into her mouth, catching her purring whimpers with each sleek entry and retreat, I broke back.

With her face buried against the dark brown trail of hair coiling from my belly button down, Kiki freed the buttons on my jeans.

I grunted with each twist and tug, and she wasn’t even touching my cock yet.

The cock in question came into view.

Swollen hard and thick as a wrist.

Kiki gasped. “Fuck. Look at that.”

Her heated breath—little gasps—wound me up while she eased the pants down, making sure she didn’t knock the wound.

Wouldn’t matter anyway. My cock was so rigid it throbbed, drilling straight up into the air.

Kiki’s crazy hair fell to my lap, and she didn’t start soft. Hell no. She pursed her lips around the engorged head—tickled the piercing with her tongue—then slurped as far down my length as she could go.

She held me by the root in one hand, fisting me. Wetness spread up and down my cock, her little moans and vibrating hums almost making me nut. Raspy breaths chugged out of my chest, and my muscles quaked with each heated ingress.

Braced back on my hands, I lifted my hips, slightly thrusting into her mouth. I hit the back of her throat, and saliva foamed around the stretched circle of her lips spinning up and down my cock.

“So hot, seeing you with my cock in your mouth, girl.” I held her by the back her neck, my thumb rubbing, my balls churning.

She lifted off me, a dangling thread connecting her lips to my cockhead. Pumping her hand up and down, she ducked farther between my open thighs.

I expelled a harsh shout as she fed my heavy balls into her wet searing mouth.

She was a master at working my nads with her tongue. One testicle then the other, she basically teabagged my sac. Just for the visual alone I would’ve stood over her face if my bum leg could’ve held me.

Every part of my body shook, tethered to her mouth, her hand.

“Kiki . . .” I lay back and beat my head against the bed.

That didn’t last long, because the next thing I knew she’d sandwiched my shaft between her tits.

“Fuck!” I shot up to sitting, hunching over her.

Gripping her breasts, I slid my thumbs across her bright nipples. Kiki gave me the tit fuck of my life, slurping the broad head inside every time my tip touched her mouth. Fucking with more than my arousal.

I pulled her from my dick, drawing her up to my lap. She quickly resituated herself, straddling my stomach where her drenched pussy melted against me.

“Thought you wanted to come in my mouth.” Her hair curtained around our faces.

Flipping her over, I draped her thighs over my arms. “I changed my mind,” I growled at her ear before lowering between her legs.

Fuck.

With those legs thrown high, her cunt was nothing short of a pink-hot and flowered-open feast.

Her bare pussy all but pulled me down and I licked. Outside. Inside. Through the soaked center. I thumbed her open, all those furls and frills and feminine flesh—alive. Wanting. Wanton.

I dipped my mouth to her, rotating around her hole, tripping inside.

Kiki pushed up, angling her hips, writhing beneath me.

Lapping and sucking, I plunged inside, teased out. I tongued up and down, testing the bright dot of her unhooded clit, pulling it between my teeth with tiny little nips.

Fingers, lips, my whole fucking face, I brought her to orgasm over and over. Never letting up. She got wetter and I sucked faster. She beat her heels on my back, and I bracketed her legs down to the mattress. I ate at Kiki’s cunt, listening to her scream, feeling her cream, smiling into the never-ending orgasm that cranked her so high she torqued beneath my hands.

Half an hour later, she slapped me away.

I took one last swipe at her clit—a climax twisting through her taut body.

“Son of a bitch!” She smacked her hands to the bed.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth.” I cruised up above her.

“Don’t have one. Remember?”

“Then kiss me with that mouth.” I held her face in my hands, panting against her lips.

Running an arm around my neck—raising her legs over my hips—Kiki guided me down.

We made out, thick wet kisses and hot moans and groans. Rutting against her, I was almost at explosion point.

“Fuck me.” She threw her arms back, bracing them against the head of the bed.

I pushed her thighs high again.

Strong breaths jerked from me. I craned my neck back but never lost sight of my cock, bareback with the Prince Albert, spearing her to a tidemark she made with a gusher of cunt juice.

Halfway inside.

I met her eyes, the hooded look, the up-thrust tits, the arched neck.

Rearing back, I took her ass in both hands. Then I gunned inside, balls deep.

“You’re gonna hurt your leg.” Kiki cried out, “
Oh, yes
!”

“Not gonna hurt anything.” I lashed into her, flexing, grinding, pounding my meat into her.
Except you.

Kiki rode up against me, linking her arms around my neck. She bit at me. Kissed, licked, sucked, and fucked. Hard.

On my knees, I pulled her to me. Roaring with every balls-deep thrust, I held her against me.

My cock erupted.

Kiki hung in my arms, shaking and writhing.

“Goddammit, Kiki!” Maybe my brain burst. Or my stitches popped. Or the world stopped.

But everything spun completely out control in a much better way than the cocaine high.

Sweat trickled between us, but nothing was as wet as the sucking heat inside Kiki’s body.

My groin strained. Another come-shot blasted out.

I tugged her down on top of me as I flipped heavily to my back, completely spun out of my mind.

Kiki, on the other hand, barely blinked.

Until she looked up at me with owlish eyes. “Not going to hurt anything except me?”

“What?” I was barely breathing let alone copacetic.