Covert Lessons Page 9

  “Is that right?” she asked.

  “Yep, quite something really. You know, I bet a man could lose himself between those breasts and never be found again.”

  “Sounds dangerous,” she teased.

  “No need to worry there. After all, I am a cop. My specialty is finding missing persons.”

  “Well, in that case, why don’t you come on up?”

  His eyes grew dark and serious at her invitation as he pushed her back onto the bed. He leaned forward and kissed her long and deep, his tongue exploring everything it encountered inside her mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair, loving the feeling of its soft texture against her skin. A girl could seriously spend a lifetime wandering around in the thick, wavy mass, she thought.

  Soon his kisses drifted across her cheek and down her neck and she felt the sensual nuzzling down to her toes. Her neck was a big erogenous zone and Mac had uncovered that fact quickly the first night they spent making out on the couch at her house.

  “I love it when you kiss me there,” she murmured.

  “Mmm. How do you feel when I kiss you here?” he asked as his lips traveled toward the top of her breast.

  She groaned and felt his grin against the sensitive nub. “That’s not so bad either,” she teased.

  He looked up at her and raised his eyebrows. “Not bad?”

  “Pretty good,” she offered, feigning ignorance at his question.

  “Pretty good?” His question was laced with false offense. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to do a bit better then, won’t I?”

  “You’re certainly welcome to try,” she invited.

  His eyes darkened with desire and he ran his tongue around her peaked nipples provocatively. He spent ages teasing and tormenting them until she finally relented.

  “Okay, I admit it. It’s amazing, brilliant, great! Just please, Mac.”

  “Please what?”

  “Give me more,” she said breathlessly.

  “I’m going to put my cock between your breasts, Kelly. I want you to hold them against me and I want to come on you. Mark you as mine.”

  She struggled to answer, her body going into overdrive at the sound of his rough voice and words.

  “Do it,” she whispered.

  “Are you mine, Kelly?” he asked and her heart skipped a beat. Dear God, if only the sentiment behind his question was true. She considered what she would give to truly belong to him. However, if she had one failing, it was that her feet were both planted firmly in reality. And the reality of this moment told her that his words, though sweet, were merely bedroom chatter. The sort of things lovers said all the time in the heat of the moment. No doubt the morning would bring a clearer head and the return of their casual friendship.

  “Answer me,” he insisted.

  She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the dream. “Yes, Mac. Yes, I’m yours. Always.”

  She felt a padlock with his initials secure itself immovably to her heart.

  Fuck.

  She would never survive this. He had only mentioned a casual relationship at the end of this case and Miss Too-Romantic-for-Her-Own-Good had gone and fallen head over heels for the man.

  Figures.

  Mac, obviously pleased with her answer, stole her breath as well as her distressing thoughts with his mouth, kissing her as if their lips had never touched before.

  Drawing his tongue down her chin and along her throat, he continued to lick her until he reached the valley between her breasts. Taking his time, he covered every inch of the area with sweet, wet kisses until she felt as if she would explode from the surfeit of sensation.

  She felt him rise above her and she lightly took her breasts in her own hands, engulfing his hard cock with her soft flesh.

  “Jesus,” he muttered. “You look sexy as hell like that, Kelly. Play with yourself.”

  As he began to thrust his cock between her breasts, she pinched her nipples, playing with them as she had on many lonely nights in the past.

  “Harder,” he cried, his movements growing faster, his gaze never leaving her hands as she worked herself into a frenzy of need.

  “God,” she gasped as she felt him nearing the end. “Give it to me, Mac. Mark me. Make me yours.”

  Her words catapulted him over the edge and she felt hot jets of come spraying against the sensitive flesh of her chest. For several moments, his eyes followed the trail of seed as it slid down her sides and he reached down to draw pictures with the sticky fluid.

  “Beautiful,” he said at last.

  She grinned, pleased by the sincerity in that solitary word and the adoration that filled his eyes.

  Of course, he ruined the effect almost immediately.

  “Damn,” he said, gripping her breasts firmly. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I laid eyes on these beauties.”

  “Shit. Could you sound like a bigger male chauvinist pig?” She laughed as she spoke.

  “Do you really want me to answer that?”

  “No answer necessary.” She grinned as she considered all the emotions this man evoked in her. One minute he held her heart in the palm of his hand and the next he had her laughing hysterically, teasing her relentlessly.

  “That was amazing, Mac,” she said, a bit surprised by her confession.

  “But not quite so stimulating for you, I suspect.”

  She frowned and shook her head. “Mac, that was sexy as hell. I loved it—really.”

  He ignored her words, reaching down to draw his fingers through the juices pouring from her pussy.

  “Seems to me something was missing from that little game, Kell.”

  The breath whooshed from her lungs as he pushed first one, then two fingers inside her, curling them and finding the perfect spot within. Rubbing gently against it, he sent her spiraling into the blissful world of disco lights and blaring rock music and she screamed as her orgasm overtook her.

  When she felt recovered enough to speak, she turned to look into his gorgeous face.

  “How can you do that to me?” she asked. “I’ve never been able to come so quickly or so often.”

  He smiled. “You inspire me to great acts,” he answered and she was shocked by the seriousness of his tone. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Kelly Finch.”

  She let his words wash over her like a soft waterfall and floated blissfully in the intense emotions he created inside her.

  * * * * *

  “Mmm, that feels good,” Kelly mumbled, sprawled out on her stomach with her face buried in a soft pillow.

  “It’s about time you woke up.” Mac’s lips were working their way around the back of her neck, while his hand had dipped south of the equator and was tunneling its way in to work its sunny magic on her pussy.

  “I was afraid this was a dream,” she confessed as she spread her legs apart for his roaming fingers. “Didn’t want it to end.”

  “Not going to happen. I have way too much left to do with you.”

  “With me?” she asked.

  “With you, to you. Oh baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

  After he’d cleaned her up with a washcloth last night—an ice-cold one that had her squirming and squealing—they’d both fallen into a deep sleep. Now she could just see the sun peeking through the blinds at the window and the alarm clock was flashing the wrong time at her. At least the power was back on and, given the sunshine, apparently the snow had stopped falling.

  Mac’s finger dipped lightly inside her, gathering up the copious juices pooling there before moving forward to rub her clit—and suddenly she didn’t give a shit what time it was.

  “Oh!” she groaned. “That feels like heaven.”

  “You can say that again. Now be a good little girl, Kelly, and give me one of those sexy orgasms of yours.”

  She started to protest that she’d just woken up, but he chose that exact moment to increase the pressure against her clit. He leaned closer to her, his lips resting against the shell of her ear, and di
d the one thing certain to evoke a response—he whispered naughty words to her. Words that illustrated in no uncertain terms exactly what he planned to do with and to her.

  “You’re mine,” he said, repeating the words he’d gifted her with during the previous night.

  “Yours?”

  “You promised last night.”

  “So I did,” she admitted. His fingers continued to weave a spell on her body, alternating between fast, hard thrusts into her hot pussy and slow caresses to her clit. Soon her hips were working in time with the rhythm he set. When his tongue flicked against her earlobe, she bit back a scream.

  “Come, Kelly. Come now or I’ll turn you over my knee and beat your ass.”

  “Mac!” she cried. “So good. Oh God, it feels so good!”

  “Show me how much you like it. Come on my hand, baby.”

  His words, combined with the sudden hard thrust of three fingers inside her cunt, pushed her over the edge. She felt her inner muscles clenching down in delight and silently she wished it was his cock inside her.

  “I want you inside me,” she said breathlessly as soon as her orgasm passed. She rolled over onto her back to face him.

  “No condoms, sweetheart. Remember?”

  She groaned and forcibly bit back the words struggling to escape. She desperately wanted to tell him “to hell with the condoms”, but she knew once the heat of the moment passed, she’d be left with nothing but regret and fear of pregnancy. He must have sensed her inner turmoil.

  “When we get back home, I want you to make a doctor’s appointment. Get the birth control shot. The Pill takes too long.”

  “I thought we were going to be professional about this and restrain from having sex until after your case was over.”

  “Oh no, Kelly-girl. The time for professionalism is well past. I’m not about to leave your bed, case or not.”

  “I’ll go to the doctor,” she agreed, as anxious as Mac to dispose of condoms. “Of course that doesn’t help us now.”

  “Actually, I was hoping to show you how much I’ve learned in English class.”

  Confused, she asked, “My English class?”

  “Yep, I’m ready to present my persuasive speech,” he said, leaning up on one elbow.

  For a moment, she felt a tremor of unease run through her. If he planned to persuade her to take a foolish risk, just this one time, she feared she wouldn’t be able to deny him. Her body and mind were definitely waging a battle and one night in his arms proved she had no willpower where her hunky undercover cop was concerned. She had to admit he certainly did seem to be extremely talented under covers.

  “Mac.” She thought it best to cut him off at the pass. The last thing either of them could deal with right now was an unplanned pregnancy.

  “Do you trust me, Kelly?”

  “Of course I do, but—”

  “Then hear me out, Ms. Finch.” He followed his request with a charming grin that had her ready to rip her heart out of her chest and hand it to him.

  “Fine,” she relented.

  “The subject of my speech is anal sex.”

  She sucked in a breath at his words. “Oh,” she breathed out.

  “I take it from your response you aren’t familiar with this?”

  “Not personally, no,” she confessed.

  “Well then, perhaps I should begin by saying I am definitely in favor of it and I hope to persuade you to try it with me.” He was grinning and he certainly was doing a good job of imitating the students in her class who’d been trying to persuade their peers to their way of thinking on everything from abortion to gun control to the legalization of marijuana.

  Unfortunately, her heart was suddenly pounding loudly, overcome by a combination of fear of the unknown and utter excitement. She wasn’t certain she’d hear the rest of his speech over the ear-piercing ba-boom, ba-boom emanating from her chest.

  A crease formed between his brows. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said quickly, no doubt alarmed by the panicked expression she was failing to mask. “I just want to talk about it. We won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I promise.”

  “Sorry,” she said quickly. “You just took me by surprise. Please, by all means, proceed.”

  He nodded solemnly though she detected a distinct glimmer of humor in his eye. Clearly, Lt. McNally was just arrogant enough to suspect he’d get his way on this. Of course, she hadn’t heard a single word of his argument yet she was already pretty sure he’d win too.

  “I think this speech would work better if it was accompanied by a hands-on demonstration. Roll over, Kell.”

  She paused for a moment.

  “You said you trusted me.” His words, along with the concern in his eyes, put Kelly at ease.

  “I do,” she reassured him.

  “Then turn over,” he repeated.

  Flipping onto her stomach, she looked over her shoulder as he studied her naked back. He reached down to run his hand softly from nape to buttocks.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he said and she grinned at the compliment.

  “Is this part of the speech or are you fishing for a better grade?” she teased.

  “Both,” he answered as he reached for a pillow. “Lift your hips.”

  She complied as Mac placed it beneath her.

  “Open your legs.” Once again, she followed his command, loving his controlling manner. She knew he could see the evidence of her arousal the second her thighs parted. His finger ran through the juices and he murmured his approval.

  “There are several reasons why I think you and I should engage in anal sex.” His words were husky and deep.

  “First of all, there is nothing I want more than to take your ass, to know I’m the first man to claim you there.” As he spoke, he gathered her moisture, rubbing it lightly around the entrance to her dark portal.

  “Secondly, you’re a wildcat in bed, Kelly, and I have no doubt you would love this.” He pushed a single finger completely inside her, slowly, and she moaned at the forbidden, glorious feeling of it. “You’ll learn to crave this as much as I do. Imagine how tight it’ll feel when I fill you with my cock here.”

  He pulled his finger out and replaced it with two. She hissed at the pleasure-pain the tightness produced. Part of her wanted to protest that it hurt too much, but the fact was his thrusting motions were sending the most amazing tingling feelings to her clit and pussy. The sensation was unusual and absolutely irresistible.

  “Do you like that?” His lips were resting at her ear and his request was whispered so low, she could barely make out the words.

  “God yes,” she replied breathlessly and he chuckled.

  “Finally, Ms. Finch,” he began, his speech voice returning. “I want to come inside you with nothing between us. I want to fuck you deep and hard and I want to fill you with my come, so you’ll never forget exactly who you belong to.”

  He spread his two fingers apart and she knew he was stretching her, trying to prepare her for his invasion.

  “Who do you belong to, Kelly?”

  His voice was dark and demanding and her entire body answered the call.

  “You!” she cried as her body began to shake. “God, Mac, I need you now. Fuck my ass.”

  He growled at her words as he roughly pulled her hips up until she landed on her knees.

  “Keep your head down,” he ordered as she felt the tip of his erection poised at the tight entrance. She sucked in a breath, expecting him to enter her all at once. To her surprise, he retreated a bit and when he returned, his cock entered not her ass, but her pussy.

  “Mac?”

  “Lubrication, Kelly. We don’t have any and I don’t want to hurt you. I’m going to coat my cock with your body’s juices. God, you’re so wet and hot, baby. I can’t tell you how incredible it feels to be inside your pussy like this.”

  He pushed his cock inside her a couple of times and she felt herself shoving back, even though she knew it was wrong. It felt heavenly to have him insid
e her with nothing between them.

  She shrieked when his hand slapped her ass. “Damn you, Kelly, hold still! I’m only human, for God’s sake.”

  After a couple more thrusts, he left her pussy and she felt like crying at the emptiness left in his wake. She wanted to demand he finish what he’d started—until his cock returned, this time pushing into her virgin ass. He entered her slowly and she felt him stop moving several times, as if gauging her body’s response. He’d only penetrated a few inches when she felt her control slip.

  “Dammit, Mac, stop torturing me. Fuck me now—hard and fast!”

  His reply came only in body language. He retreated less than an inch before coming fully into her with a slamming blow that triggered an orgasm in Kelly that had her gasping for air.

  The pain and pleasure of his hard, relentless thrusting fired one fast climax after another. She was mindless and only somewhat cognizant of the fact she was screaming when she felt him reach the peak as well. Hot, thick jets of semen filled her ass as he bent forward, locking her in his strong arms, back to chest. Both of them were panting and trembling—and she realized she wanted to stay lost in this moment for the rest of her life.

  Chapter Nine

  “Hey Ms. Finch, where were you and Mr. Mac on Friday? Playing hooky?” Ryan Baxter was sprawled in a desk, sipping from a fluorescent yellow can.

  “Put that drink away, Ryan. You know you aren’t allowed to have drinks in school. What is that anyway?” she asked.

  “It’s one of those energy drinks, Ms. Finch. I worked until eleven last night at the movie theater. I need a boost.”

  “Energy drink, ha!” She knew that can of chemicals would wreak havoc on her ninety minutes of teaching time once it hit Ryan’s system. The boy needed a boost to his overactive body like she needed a root canal. He merely bounced off the walls on the best of days. The other days, well…she tried not to think about those. “What’s in that thing? Do you even know?”

  “It’s seven thousand Pixy Stixs dissolved in water,” Neesha replied from the back of the room, her voice so deadpan Kelly couldn’t restrain her loud laughter.

  “Oh, that sounds healthy. Throw it away, Ryan, and let’s get started.”