Spy Games: Lethal Limits (13 page)

“Did I do okay, Husband?” She ran a finger along the length of his cock, from shaft to tip, and he jumped.

“Your mouth should be illegal,” he said with awe and slapped her ass. “Come here, so I can kiss you.”

Tia climbed off and turned obediently but couldn’t resist kissing the tip of his cock one last time. How odd that she hadn’t ever wanted to suck a man like this, but Jake made her want to pleasure him until he came.

He grabbed her gently by the hair and pulled, and she went. He shoved her shoulders to the bed and rolled over her, his mouth finding hers in a hot, wet kiss that tasted of her musk. He pressed her downward, his hips in contact with hers, his cock nudging where his fingers and mouth had just played. And then she realized what he was about to do and closed her eyes.

“Oh, no, open them. You need to look into my eyes, wife.”

She obeyed and was met with turbulent blue, filled with lust. He gave a small thrust, the head of his cock sliding between her pussy lips and into her core. He had never felt bigger inside her, thicker. He was silken heat, his shaft warm, hard, soft in all the right ways.

He slid into her pussy slowly, inch by inch, opening her in a way he’d never taken her before. Usually, it was fast, hard, urgent. This slowness gave her the shivers, her skin tingling with shocks of electricity that sparked deeper shocks in her core, into an area that felt strangely like her heart. That first slow stroke beckoned to her orgasm, called it to come out and play.

Jake gave a small shudder, his gaze still intent but filled with something foreign, new. He closed his eyes and lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her slowly as he began to rock, his thrusts gentle, deep, sensual. His pubic bone ground into her clit, giving her delicious friction that stroked at her growing orgasm. Who knew plain old missionary position could be so wonderful? That it could indeed hurt emotionally, just a little, appeasing the side of her that liked pain? She sure as hell didn’t.

He increased the tempo of his thrusts, using his palms for leverage, his biceps straining under the pressure. Tia drew in a deep breath, needing air, and wrapped a sweat-dampened leg around his waist, trying to gain position to hold him deeper. He kissed her harder, wetter, hotter and held her leg in place, his hand on her ass, his arm against her thigh.

“Come for me, wife. I know you’re close.”

She was close, the upward spiral swirling faster, the pleasure sweeter, hotter, the ache in her heart so divine. She clenched her pussy walls in time with his thrusts so her channel sucked him on the out part, welcomed him on the upstroke. Panting, she kept up with his tempo, wanting him harder, deeper, faster, worried she wouldn’t come, the same as every other time.

And just when she thought it wouldn’t happen, he breathed in her ear, “Come, wife. Now.”

She shattered, coming apart with the deepest pleasure as he stroked hard into her pussy. Shocks so strong ripped through her core and raced to her toes, curling them. She cried out against his neck, and another shock took her higher. She felt as if she couldn’t hold him deep enough, hard enough. The spasms rocked her core, tingled her skin, and if someone had told her angels had sung, she would have believed them.

Jake shuddered, his mouth hard against her neck, and then he groaned and pumped faster, his cum jetting in a hot rush, flooding her pussy. A strange sensation, one that made her feel claimed. His.

She’d never been claimed before, not like this. Just claimed like chattel that would be cast aside one day. A strange feeling began to swirl in her chest, as if he’d taken out the role of bondage tape in her bag and placed a single piece on her heart. She held him, wrapping both legs around his waist, hugging him closer, harder than she’d ever hugged anyone.

He’d done it. She’d come. Smugness embraced Jake, and he didn’t want to roll off and leave the comfort of Tia’s arms, her pussy just as tightly wrapped around him as her legs. And with a jolt, he realized he didn’t have to roll off—there was no condom. He relaxed even more and basked in being one with her. Everything felt so much better without latex. She’d never been tighter, wetter, hotter. So perfect.

Another jolt went through him as he realized this was what married sex was about. This was what Chase got every night of the week if Kate was speaking to him. Hell, she might even put out not speaking. He would if it were him. This was too good to pass up.

He kissed Tia’s neck, nuzzling, and pulled back enough to tug at the nightgown they’d never gotten around to removing. She leaned, lifted, and then she was naked in his arms. So fucking good. So hot. His.

He angled downward to suck a neglected nipple, rolling the peak in his mouth with his tongue, enjoying the slight tang of salt on her skin. He had expected his cock to eventually give out, too pooped to party, but it lengthened, grew, and was again a force to be reckoned with.

“I want you again,” he whispered as he directed his attention to the other nipple. “Married sex is awesome. Will you have me?”

“Do I have a choice?”

He inhaled sharply and raised his head. “You always have a choice, Tia. I would never force you.”

“My husband is testy,” she said, a serene smile on her lips. “I’ll always agree with your wishes.”

But something had changed. He felt it with his sixth sense, the one that had kept him alive all these years out in the field. “Your husband thinks you’re unhappy with your choices.”

“You are my only choice. It was a weak joke, Jake. Nothing more.”

“Green?” he asked, giving her the chance to safeword out. They often used colors—red for stop, green was go, yellow was slow down or wrong path. Something wasn’t right. He stared down at her, but her face was serene. Too calm, in fact. He had the same feeling he had before, when she had faked an orgasm. A suspicion that she wasn’t as happy as she pretended to be. But he didn’t know her that well. He could be wrong.

“Green.” And as if to prove it, she arched against him, sliding his shaft deeper. “Very green.”

Hell, if she was very green, his cock wanted to run with that thought.

“You deserve to be punished for that.” And the thought of married disciplinary sex made his cock go from hard to raging, wanting to spill over again, deep inside her pussy. He stared down into beautiful brown eyes, the shape exotic, so sexy. He gave a thrust, delighted in how her slickness made him glide that much easier. “How shall I punish you?”

She frowned, but passion glazed over her face as she realized what he was offering. Her fingernails bit into his ass as she urged him faster. “I did what you wanted. You wanted a wedding. I wanted Vegas. You should be happy with that.”

He kissed her quick and wet, and his hips pistoned faster. “Yeah, but I saw you look at my best man. You’ve fucked him, haven’t you? You’re mine, now. Those wild ways will have to stop.”

“I never!”

She turned her head, and he grabbed her chin and held her firmly, so she had to face his accusation. God, she was hot, caught up in their roles, looking every inch the cheating wife. “You did. I saw how he looked at you. Like you were a treat he’d sampled before and wanted again. You fucked him. Hard. Fast. Didn’t you?”

A look crossed her eyes, her face, one he didn’t know, and she whispered, “Yes, I fucked him. Ages ago.”

A shock of jealousy raced through him as he realized role-play had just gone confessional. He drew in a sharp breath and stilled his hips. His best man would always be Chase, and if she fucked his best man… “When? How?”

“The club. Right after his divorce. It was…bad.” She swallowed and bucked against him, trying to get him to thrust again. “I’m sorry, Husband. Please fuck me.”

The image of Chase’s long form between her thighs, his skin lighter, hers a shade creamier, both of them dark and dangerous, sparked the jealousy higher. But it also ignited lust. He resumed thrusting, pounding, at the images that danced in his head.

“What did you play?” He took both of her hands in one fist and held them over her head, bearing down, holding her captive.

She breathed harder. “Married/mistress. It wasn’t that good. Not like with you.”

Alarms went off in his head, and he stilled between her thighs again. No one walked from Chase saying it wasn’t good. No woman. Hell, he liked threesomes because he was with Chase. The man was sexy as hell, and Jake didn’t even go bi. “Liar.”

“I’m not lying. We didn’t play like you and I play. He was intense, and I pushed him to places I wanted him to go. Harder into the S/m stuff. Because I thought I deserved that. Places I’ll never go again.”

Jake couldn’t see Chase going there, but Kate had said once he’d been in a dark, sexual place. “Will you fuck him again?”

“Only if you command it, Husband. Please,” she said on a sob.

He didn’t want her to cry, not because he was getting jealous, overstepping the boundaries. “Red, yellow, green?”

“Green. Fuck me.” Her nails bit into his ass, and she arched again in invitation.

“Do you deserve to be punished?” he asked as he kissed her neck, his hips still. She loved to be spanked as much as he loved doing it. If she didn’t come for him this time, she’d probably never come again.

“Yes. Punish me for fucking Chase.”

He withdrew. “On your knees.”

She rose on shaky knees, avoiding his gaze like a good submissive. His submissive. His wife.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

Lust burned in her eyes, as did something else, something unnamable.

“On your hands and knees. Only good wives get missionary position.”

She complied, her lithe body trembling, her tight ass in the air. He rammed into her from behind, her pussy still tight but the angle incredible. He pulled out and slapped her ass, and she shuddered. “Do I need to spank you again?”

“Yes, Husband,” she whispered, lowering herself to her elbows, her hands balled in the sheets. She bit back a moan.

“I want to hear you moan, wife. I want to know you enjoy my punishment.” He gave her a few deep thrusts before withdrawing to the tip. He slapped her ass twice, his handprint visible. She rocked back, trying to slide his cock deeper. “Maybe I should fuck your ass. Would that teach you?”

“I’ve never had my ass fucked before, Husband. Maybe you should wait.”

She’d done that plenty—she loved that—but her role-play made him even hotter. He slapped her ass on the opposite cheek then pumped deep into her wet heat. Her pussy sucked the length of his cock as he withdrew to the last inch, and he shuddered.

“I’ll wait, only because I want to come in your tight pussy. I think your punishment should be to come for me and to scream my name. I want you to forget him. I want only my name on your lips. You think you can do that?”

“I’m so close,” she whispered. She’d gone back to supporting her weight on her palms, rocking back in time to his thrusts. “Yes.”

He wrapped a hand around her waist and found her clit. He strummed it and bit her shoulder as her back arched against his chest. And then he felt her stiffen, her pussy contracting around his cock, milking his length. “Moan for me.”

She moaned, and he slapped her ass again. He loved how her skin felt under his warm palm. Hot. Hopefully a delightful pink.

“Come for me. My name, wife. Scream my name.”

“Jake,” she screamed and shuddered, falling to her elbows, pressing her cheek to the bed. Her pussy clenched around him, hugging and releasing in hard spasms, her channel even more slick from the juices she released with her orgasm.

The angle of her hips buried him deeper than ever, and he came, shooting into her, his balls aching, the zings of pleasure racing from his testicles to his shaft. Her pussy milked every ounce of cum from him, and he wrapped himself over her back, panting.

He fell to his side, still inside her spasming pussy, pulling her down with him. He kissed her neck, her cheek and then pulled out so he could turn her to face him. He gave her a wet kiss, one he could feel down in his balls. He shuddered again and lay back, her slightly on top of him.

“That was awesome.” He kissed her again and held her close. “Best. Sex. Ever.”

Now that passion had cooled, Jake didn’t care that she’d slept with Chase. It had been years ago, during Chase’s downward spiral after the divorce, and Tia hadn’t met Jake yet. Hell, she’d be hard-pressed to find women he hadn’t fucked, so who was he to judge? But the idea that it had been dark sex worried him.

“You okay?” he whispered. “I really don’t care that you slept with Chase, you know.”

“I know.”

“Not too rough?”

“Yes, I’m fine. That was perfect.”

Hell, yes, it was perfect. He’d never felt passion like that and had never come that hard before in his life. If she gave him a bit, he could probably find another way to make love to her and feel that intensity. Married sex rocked.

Jake was convinced what Chase had was pretty damned good, and perhaps he could replicate that with Tia. Maybe he wasn’t so in love with Kate, after all, and she was right. He loved what she gave to Chase, how her love had changed him. Maybe he had hope for a normal life. Maybe.

Jake kissed Tia again and allowed himself to enjoy the afterglow, the intense feelings that lingered. She was amazing, and he looked down at her wondering if her world sang like his did.

But Tia didn’t seem as excited. She lay in his arms, compliant. The feeling that something was wrong intensified, and it nagged at him. “You sure you’re okay? Did you enjoy your orgasms? I know you didn’t fake them.”

“They were amazing. Thank you, Husband.” She lifted her lips to be kissed, but the warmth wasn’t there like before.

“Don’t lie to me.” He grasped her chin gently and made her look into his eyes. He studied her and found her emotions as hard to read as Chase’s. She betrayed nothing, hinted at nothing, and it strengthened the notion that he’d done something very wrong, despite the orgasms he’d given her. “What changed?”

She wrapped her arms around him tighter, holding him close, forcing him to break the hold on her chin and her gaze. “Nothing, Jake. It was amazing. But wedding sex is messy, and I’d like to go to the bathroom. May I leave the marriage bed?”