URMURING OVER MY shoulder in a purr, “I’d never find another man like you,” it was all that I could tell him. All I could say without abandoning myself to open up to him completely. I was still too afraid to do that.
I couldn’t ever be sure where I stood with him. That was exciting, no question, but we got into some dangerous corners together, and there were more on the way for sure.
I could barely speak as his tongue and his lips and his breath drove me, propelled me, lifted and spun my insides through tingling cascades of electric sensation. He savored me with his tongue, on me and in me. His mobile lips teased and spread mine and played all along my opening. My knees shuddered and rivulets of trembling wetness snaked down my thighs.
Then he rose up. Moved close behind me. His big hand reached to take my breast. As he squeezed, my hard, sore nipples stung.
My breath rushed out and my feet left the floor as he entered me. No waiting this time. His cock split me, rammed me like a hot torpedo. He reamed into me, hard and fast and my thighs shook.
I moaned helplessly. My knees turned to water. Sagging forward onto the bed, all I could do was to grip him with the walls of my pussy and hold on. He was thicker than ever, or I was tighter. And he was rock hard and impossibly long. His thighs slapped against my ass and I felt like a whirlpool started inside me, spinning first slow, then quicker.
Helplessly I burst along his massive cock, then dipped as he rode me on, up to the next plateau. The animal scent of him filled my head and I shook, throwing back my hair. The bursts of ecstasy were almost agonizing and my thoughts blew away like smoke.
His rod sawed deeper and higher into me and my legs were about ready to give way. He tweaked my nipples as he moved closer to push his fat pole into me at a steeper angle. Rubbing harder against the top of my slit, my hood was tugged at every stroke, rubbing my clit each time.
I clutched and clawed at the bed sheets, now rumpled and getting wet and I moaned, with low and long sighs.
The roiling sea inside me swelled and rose in yet another set of waves, set off by his voice as he rasped, ”Come on. Grip my cock and ride it. Fuck me Vesper. Come for me. Now.”
He crouched deeper to pinion longer, faster strokes. The roll of his hips sent me over this time, like a tsunami, crashing through my core and splashing out through my nipples and my shaking limbs. My face streamed wet and I shook all over. His arm around my waist was all that stopped me from falling as I crested, fell, splashed and gushed.
I was hot. Wet all over. My pussy and my nipples were sore. So were the backs of my thighs and my ass. He hardly waited a minute before he yanked my pants and my panties off. My shoes clattered to the floor. He spun me around, pulled me up and licked his lips at the shock on my face. With one hand he hoisted my leg onto his shoulder and he pierced me again.
My pussy was drenched but he still stretched me almost painfully wide. His hands went to my breast and my neck. His mouth took mine. His massive shaft bored in, driving up while his pelvis rocked, forward and back and at the same time, slowly around and round to slam him all the way through my swollen lips and my worn and weary walls.
Being split so wide, being so open and exposed, I felt an awful, tender, vulnerable need. I pressed back against him. My back stretched, tipping my head back and opening my throat. A brimming, boiling stirred from my center and out until, like the drop of a waterfall it cascaded all the way through me and splashed like a massive wave, falling to wipe out a wide, moonlit bay.
I hugged him with all the uncoordinated parts of my body that could reach him and I shouted his name as I felt him thrust harder. Faster. I was lost when his cock swelled from the base and pulsing rings ran the length of it. He gripped my hair hard and pulled as hot, thick bolts of cum fountained into me, drenching me. Filling me. Completing me. Exhausting me.
“Oh, Horse,” I pushed back with my hips, but the gush of the torrents inside me made uncoordinated. Pumping long and deep, he held my throat tight. I came again as he squeezed. I so wanted to trust this huge, impossible rogue. My fingers dragged wildly down his back and clawed at the rolling engines of his ass.
Wetness and heat bathed my body and my mind and he held me while I shuddered.
I don’t remember us getting into the bed, or sleeping, but we did. I did, at least. I heard him dial the phone. He made the call to El Guapo and I slipped into the bathroom. He didn’t look up or catch my eye and I tried not to let him see me take the burner phone with me.
As quietly as I could I put my little extra part of the plan into operation. I dialed agent Schultz’s private cell phone number.
“Girl, you’re in some trouble.”
“I know, right? And I need a favor.”
“Why do I have a sense of impending doom right now?”
“Please. I really need this. I’m going to give you the number of a cell phone. I need you to trace the location of the number that it’s connected to, right now.”
“Baby, you know I’d love to help.”
“I need this, Schultz. It’s life and death.” I whispered, almost hissed the words. I was desperate.
“Yeah. Mine.”
I gave him the number. After a few moments he said, “That number is calling an unregistered cell phone that is presently located… hmm. In this building.”
The Bureau Anti-Corruption office was in an anonymous office building that covered a city block on Madison and 53rd Street.
“How close? Can you see exactly where in the building?”
“The GPS doesn’t give the elevation, but it looks like it’s near the corner.”
“Which corner?”
“They hung up now.”
I couldn’t let him go. And I knew Horse had hung up. “But could you see which corner, Schultz?”
“Yeah, it’s the Northeast corner. So it was either directly above or directly below where the SAC’s office is.”
Or directly in the SAC’s office. My heart plunged. Schultz was getting ready to hang up when I asked him, “Where’s the SAC now, Schultz?”
“He’s in his office. There’s been someone with him all morning, but I could interrupt him, if you want to talk to him.”
“No. No, don’t do that. Don’t tell him we spoke, okay.”
“This call never happened.”
I looked up. Horse was in the bathroom doorway.
“Couldn’t hold from giving your mom a call off any longer?”
“I…” But he already knew that wasn’t who I’d been calling.