Chapter 4
“We got the courier. He was leaving the office, right before we surrounded you guys,” the lead agent told Mia. She nodded, rubbing her wrists. They had Foday in a secure room, at the building they quickly accessed to use in Freetown. David was brought to her, and Jeff met them out back. Two of Foday’s men had followed, parking in front of the building when they were led in. As was expected, which is why they went out the back. Jeff had collected their things into the car, before they left the hotel for the party. The driver whisked them straight to the airfield, so they could take off and head back to the US. The art was to come in, on a ship, at the end of the week. They would have four days, to pretend all was well, before the second half of their sting. On the plane, Mia kicked off her heels. After takeoff, she stood, stretching her muscles.
“Ma’am,” the stewardess came into the area. Mia looked over as the woman handed her a bag. “Your clothes. There’s a shower in the back, and we’re fully stocked with personal care items Mr. Kennedy said you would need.” Jeff brushed past the stewardess, into the cockpit, where he had been the whole flight to Sierra Leone.
“Thank you,” she turned to David. His look was dark, eyes hooded with lust. Her whole body hummed, vibrating with passion. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed the stewardess had returned to her little area, closing the door between them. There was no way she should be feeling this attraction. Regardless of how he got pulled into this mess, he was a criminal. This man sold blood diamonds, to the mob. He helped launder money. As a Federal Agent, Mia should not be attracted to this man. Should not be thinking of what he would look like naked. Or how his tongue would feel, buried deep inside of her. But after having a gun to her head, fuck it!
“I’ll show you,” David told her, his voice coming out deep, throaty. She followed him to the back of the plane. Sliding a door, he revealed a bedroom. Being on a plane, there wasn’t much room, but there was enough. A large bed took up most of the area, with drawers lining the left wall. To the right, another door, opening to the bathroom, held a small sink, mirror, toilet and shower stall. Mia dropped her bag on the bed, and closed the door, then turning to David. He stiffened, staring at her, she could see his chest rising and falling. Reaching up, she slid the dress straps off her shoulders. Letting it fall to the floor, she stood before David in her bra and thong. Her pulse raced, heart beating against her chest. She panted, nerves a wreck as she waited for him to react. It had been so long, since she was able to be, herself, really. More than entering a room full of armed men, with no weapon, this, baring herself to a man who turned her on, made her more nervous. She reached up, pulling the pins from her hair. Long dark brown locks, fell over her shoulders like a wave. Without speaking, David moved towards her. He reached out, running a hand over her shoulder, brushing the locks behind her shoulder, and down. Down to the strapless bra, over the lace, down her stomach. She shivered, goosebumps covering her skin, but stood still. His fingers kept trailing lower, toying with the black thong she wore. Threading a finger around the strap, he pulled, sliding the material down her legs. As he bent down, she could feel his hot breath on her skin.
She trembled, feeling the moisture between her legs. David placed his free hand on the back of her calf, and she lifted her leg, stepping out of the panties. He tossed them aside, falling completely to his knees before her, as if worshiping at her feet. He slid those strong hands back up her legs, in between her thighs. Mia parted her feet, allowing room for him. His face inched closer, tongue flashing out, to lick at her clit. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back in ecstasy. Her fingers threaded into his hair, as he nuzzled her wet slit, pressing between her legs. He licked her pussy, fingers gripping into her ass. She moaned, emotions swirling through her she hadn’t felt in years. Her whole life the last eight years, had been one undercover role after another. Pulling away, David looked up at her, his lips glistening with her juices. He rose, and her breath caught. She watched as he peeled off the jacket and dress shirt from his tuxedo. His bare chest, gave credit to her calling him Adonis, back at the Costello home. His body looked like it was cut from rock, chiseled, every muscle, defined to perfection. She reached out, tracing a finger along his chest. He allowed the touch, as he undid the pants. Leaving them on, he undid the zipper, freeing his hardened cock. It sprang up, revealing a long, thick shaft. Mia’s mouth watered, a throaty groan rumbling from between her lips. His eyes jumped up to meet hers. She licked her lips, watching him. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Muscles flexed as he lifted, backing up until she fell onto the bed. On her back, she looked up at him, as he crawled along her body. He stopped atop her, holding himself up with one arm, as his other hand plunged two fingers, deep into her core.
She held eye contact with him, lips parted, as she panted her excitement. Her body heated, as flames of passion licked at her every nerve. She spread her legs, making room for David in between them. He leaned down, capturing her mouth with his. Tongue plunging and plundering, tasting and melting together passionately. His thumb began to flick her nub, while fingers twirled and danced a rhythm inside of her. Muscles tensed as her struggle for control slipped, her orgasm exploding. David quieted her cries, kissing her harder, with a fierce passion. She shook, closing her eyes, hands gripping at the sheets. Her hips bucked beneath him, though relishing her orgasmic glow, her body wanted more. He shoved his pants down slightly off his ass, allowing his cock more room. David then threaded fingers into her hair. She felt them press into her scalp, and her body heated to an unbearable temperature, body flaming, passion seeping from every pore. Finally, as if he knew, her body was begging for it, he poised his cock at her entrance. She shifted her hips, moaning, opening her eyes. She looked into his, smiling.
“Please,” she begged. “I need you.” David still, said nothing. She didn’t know if it was not wanting the stewardess to know what they were doing, or he could just tell that she wasn’t one for dirty talk, but it certainly made it more erotic for her. The only sound in the room, their breathing, their heartbeats, and soon, their bodies joining together.
David gave her what she wanted, sliding in slowly, an agonizing tease. She felt her walls expand, allowing him to fit. He filled her completely, pressing his hips into hers. She lifted her hips from the mattress, to meet his. He pressed harder, crushing her to the mattress.
“Give me a second,” he said through clenched teeth. She stilled, allowing him to regain control of his body. As he began to move, he pulled out, stilling again. Without warning, he slammed, deep into her body, and she cried out loudly. He pressed his mouth to hers again, silencing her. His body slamming into her filled the silent space around them. She found his pace and matched it, rising to meet his rough movement. She wrapped her legs around his waist, still shifting her hips. David braced himself on an elbow, moving his other hand, he gripped her ass, holding her to him, as his thrusts quickened. His pace grew more fierce and Mia felt another orgasm climbing inside of her, reaching its apex. Her head tilted back, eyes slammed shut again. She felt his lips on her neck. He grunted, hot breath, moist against her skin. She was close, so close. One. Two. Three more thrusts and she was done. Her whole body shook as her orgasm racked throughout her body. As her insides clamped down around his cock, Mia felt him stiffen, as he exploded into his own. She felt his shaft twitch, could feel every movement.
David collapsed on top of her, and she tried to slow her heart as it thumped loudly against her rib cage. He rolled to the side, and off of her, laying on his back so as not to crush her.
“Well, shit. Does gun play get you hot too?” she asked. They both laughed. She tilted her head to look at him.
“Apparently so,” he shifted, looking in her eyes. “Back when I was a SEAL, I got real horny, after battle, or a mission.” She smiled. In all of this, she still hadn’t had time to figure out who he was.
“So, you were a SEAL, before a mercenary?” He nodded. “That will be helpful. I’ll certainly make sure you’re armed for the second deal.”
“Thank you. You have no clue, how hard that was tonight. Seeing him point a gun at your head. I knew you could take care of yourself. But the masculine part of me, wanted to shoot that asshole, in the head. Drop him where he stood, for daring to touch what was mine.”
“Yours?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He stared back sheepishly.
“Sorry, a slip of the tongue.”
Mia sat up, turning from him. She felt him touch her, his finger sliding down her back, along the spine. Standing, she removed the bra, dropping it on the bed, and went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, exhaling loudly. Having spent so many years undercover, she didn’t know how to react. She wasn’t chaste. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been having sex. But she didn’t know who she was anymore. Who was Mia Chavez? She turned to the mirror. Without all the makeup and big Jersey hair, she felt better. Somewhat back to normal. David pressed up behind her, the small room beginning to steam up. He kissed her neck, wrapping arms around her waist. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he looked at their reflection.
“I felt the same way. After each mission. I didn’t know who I was.” She stared at him in disbelief. It was as if he was reading her mind. “I can see it, in your eyes. The haunted look on your face.” She focused on the tattoo he had, on his right bicep. It was a military logo, she had seen so many of them, over the years. But it was just another turn on for her. She squeezed her legs together, applying pressure to her throbbing clit. There was no way, her shaky legs, could handle another orgasm, but her body was begging for it. She turned in his grasp. Her naked body pressed against his. He had lost the pants between the bed and bathroom. Moving his arm aside, she stepped under the hot spray, leaving the glass door open. David joined her.
He pulled the door shut behind him. There was not much room. He took her wrists, pressing them into the wall, above her head. She felt him, his cock hard again, against her ass. With his free hand, he pulled her ass back, arching her back, and his foot, kicked her legs apart. He rubbed his hand, along her slit, and then held his cock head against it. She wiggled her hips slightly, anticipating him being inside of her body again. He did not make her wait. He plunged his cock inside of her body. This time, there was no slow movements. It was hard, it was rough. His fingers dug into her hip, where he held her. Each time he slammed into her body, she was pressed up against the wall, water fell over their heads. This time, her orgasm came quick and with a force. Her legs shook, threatening to give out. She felt him pull out, his warm cum landing on her ass. He trembled against her. He moved, allowing her space, letting go of her wrists. She took the shampoo from the shelf, quickly lathering up her hair. David’s hands spread soap on her body. Her energy sapped, she felt satisfied. As they rinsed off in silence, Mia thought about what this was. It had been so long since she experienced being with someone other than a night of stranger sex, it confused her. How could she go back to being with Mickey, to pretending, when every bit of her, wanted to curl up in David’s arms and never leave.
David stepped out first, grabbing a towel and handing it to her. She wrapped herself in the luxurious fluffy cotton and stepped out. He dried off, and then followed her to the bed. Next to it, on a small shelf on the wall, was a glass of scotch. The stewardess must have brought it in when they were in the shower. Which sort of creeped her out. He picked it up, taking a large sip. Mia held her hand out, indicating she wanted some. She drank the rest, allowing the burn to slide down her throat, enjoying the way it warmed her stomach. After pulling the blanket back, he flopped onto the mattress, and held it up, waiting for her. She dropped the towel, sliding in between the sheets. He pulled her to his side. She rested her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her. With the other, he stroked the damp locks. She felt his lips press against her forehead, as she drifted off to sleep.