His lips pressed against mine in a painful crush but I didn’t mind. I had been waiting for this moment for almost two years and nothing was going to make me turn away from the sweet taste of Derek Windfall’s lips. I felt a thrumming in my body that echoed all the wanton thoughts I had had of this muscular creature pushing his hips into my belly. I could feel his cock, hard and erect rubbing my navel in dizzying promises of what was to come.

You can’t let this happen, Alison, that inner voice chided. I hated that voice, hated the way it made me the cool professional when I wanted to feel heat running through my veins. The business I had with Derek seemed miles away and for just a moment I could forget what had brought me to his shabby little hotel room. His tongue flashed across my closed lips and I groaned inwardly at the heat that rushed to my breasts. My brain cursing at me for my weakness and I tried to shut it all off and enjoy the moment.

I had known Derek for two years, strike that, had known who he was for two years. We had never really met although I had seen him across a crowded room. I had wanted to seduce him that first night, had needed to feel his cock penetrating my moist cunt as we panted away the night in a steamy broom closet but I had walked away and he hadn’t even noticed me.

I was good at that; not being noticed. I was so good that I had made a career out of it. No one noticed me until it was too late and usually it was only a brush of recognition.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t beautiful. I had the build of an athlete with my long firm legs and my small breasts. My long brown hair was silky and full and my eyes were a brilliant green. I could have been a model, had actually been on my way to that life when I stumbled on my current career choice. Suddenly, I wasn’t noticed anymore and that night 2 years ago, Derek hadn’t noticed me with his ice blue eyes.

Maybe that was why I was here in this hotel room with its drab green curtains, and bed cover that had a puke splatter motif. I had finally wanted to be seen and not just by anyone but by Derek himself. And if the hard on pressing almost painfully into me was any indication, he had noticed.

The last few days that I had spent with him had been leading up to this. A part of me wanted to tell him every little detail of the last two years spent watching him but I was scared that his eyes would glaze over in distaste and his strong hands that were moving slowly down to my breasts would clench in anger. How would he feel if he knew? He probably wouldn’t feel as turned on as he was. And how would mother feel if she knew I was here with him?

Damn, where had that thought come from? Part of me was standing here with Derek because I wanted to prove to mother that I could be noticed, that I wasn’t a little prude that wouldn’t know a good fuck no matter what happened. Would she be happy that I had chosen Derek to prove to me what a good fuck was?

A nip at my shoulder brought my focus back to Derek and his blue eyes cutting through me. I had let my attention slip and he had noticed, shit. Squelching all the thoughts of mother, I ran my fingers through his ink black hair. His tanned face was perfect with hard edges and a faint trace of five o’clock shadow. He was what wet dreams were made of and it was time to dive in, forget responsibility, forget the rules and forget mother.

“Do you want to do this,” he asked and I couldn’t keep the smile off my lips. God, yes, I thought but instead of saying it, I brought his head towards me and caught his lips in my mouth. I sucked the lower one, my teeth gently grazing the soft skin like they would a grape. Sweetness filled my mouth as he groaned and his arms tightened around my waist, pulling me into him.

My hands moved down his neck as his tongue plunged into my mouth, filling me with a longing to feel him completely inside me. His kisses pressed hungrily to my lips and my hands grasped his firm shoulders. I could feel the tension in his muscles under the soft white cotton of his t-shirt.

I longed to feel his naked skin and my hands moved of their own volition, spiralling down his back until they hit the edge of his shirt. I shuddered in anticipation as my cool hands met the warm flesh under the shirt and I sank my nails into his back.

Derek groaned and his kisses stilled as he said, “God, Alexis, I want to fuck you so bad,” his hot breath whispering into my ear to send a tide of fire straight to my pussy. I didn’t trust my voice to answer the unspoken question. Instead I gently nibbled at his neck as I pulled his tight shirt up his chest. My mouth broke from his skin for only a moment as I pulled it off. Derek’s fingers wound themselves in my hair as I resumed my slow torture, moving to his chest and finally circling his nipple with the tip of my tongue before I took the hard peak into my mouth.

The groan that swirled around us was a mingled sound from both him and me. A wet gush of fluid soaked my panties and I rocked towards his leg in an effort to ease the tension growing between my legs. Derek watched me with half closed eyes, a smile playing on his lips as I circled first one nipple and then the next. My hands paved a path that my tongue followed over his chest and down his navel.

His jeans opened under my probing fingers and I slowly slid them down his muscular thighs, taking his underwear with them. His cock bounced free of the cloth and slid across my breasts as I helped Derek free his legs from his pants. I longed to feel his dick stroking along my breasts and I quickly pulled off the pink t-shirt that I had been wearing, the soft fabric catching for a second on my clunky wristwatch.

Derek smiled in appreciation and his hands stroked the small mounds of my breasts, raising them into painful peaks that needed to be stroked and pinched until I was shuddering from an orgasm. I pushed into them and stared up into his beautiful eyes, my knees pressing into the thin carpet of the room as my hand pumped Derek’s cock.

I could feel the shaft, so long and hard, searing into my palm with the heat of desire. I traced my fingers up its length and cupped the head, rubbing it with the heel of my hand. Derek drew in a sharp breath and his eyes closed in ecstasy. A smile spread across my face and I stared up at all the desire flashing across Derek’s as I pumped his shaft.

My tongue darted out and I tasted the salty tip of his shaft, Derek jerking towards me at the first unexpected caress. I could feel a mischievous smile replace the one before and I nipped and licked the head of his cock. Derek’s hands snaked through my hair and I felt him pressing my head onto his cock.

I dropped my hands to his balls and caressed them as he drew my head towards his groan, his dick filling my mouth slowly, my teeth gently grazing the skin as his length moved further down my throat.

Loosening my throat, I took Derek’s entire length in my mouth, his fingers pressing almost painfully into the back of my head. I sat there for a second, completely still as my throat adjusted to the length and width of him. I could taste his seed at the back of my mouth and I fought the moan that was lodged in my throat along with his thick cock.

I could feel Derek shaking in ecstasy and I slowly drew half of his shaft out of my mouth. I gazed up into his eyes before sliding my mouth back down his length until I had swallowed it completely again. Derek’s eyes fluttered closed and a soft moan issued from his lips. My hand played with his balls as I began to move back and forth, sucking his sweet cock.

Derek’s moans picked up to match the speed of his dick sliding in and out of my mouth. I dropped his balls and grabbed his hips with my hands, coaxing him forward to ram his dick into the back of my mouth.

Desire bit at my flesh like a thousand flies, each part needing to be swatted and licked until I was left gasping for air. Moisture pooled between my legs, and I ached to be free of my jeans so I could slide my hands over the hard bud and finish the climax that was building.

“Alexis,” Derek groaned as his cock pulsed in my mouth, “Let me fuck you.”

With one final lick, I jumped to my feet and shed my jeans. My black panties felt wet and Derek slid his hand into them, his thumb caressed my clit as his fingers delved into the wet depths of my cunt. I shuddered in delight and leaned against him, riding his thigh as his fingers pumped inside me. My teeth nipped at his nipples and my nails dug into his back.

“Ugh,” I gasped when Derek’s strong hands tore my panties from me. I could feel a line of pain from where the panties had bit into my skin before the fabric had ripped. It created a dizzying effect of both pain and passion and I longed to feel even more of it.

Derek lifted me up by the hips and settled me onto his thighs. I could feel the hard tip of his cock pressing against my hot pussy and I wrapped my legs around his waist as my arms wrapped around his shoulders. His mouth pressed into mine and his tongue delved my mouth as he slid his cock into me. I gasped at the sensation, overwhelmed with both the need and the act of being filled.

“Oh God, Derek,” I gasped, my breath coming in short pants as Derek drove himself into me. The muscles in his arms and back tensing in an effort to keep me up and I was surprised when my back hit the wall with a teeth jarring impact. His dick slid even deeper in me and I was left pinned on it, unable to move to his rhythm.

Derek didn’t pause, but continued pounding into me, biting at my mouth, as his fingers dug into my ass. I screamed in ecstasy as my back slammed into the wall, my desire overriding any pain that my back and ass were experiencing.

A tight coil wound at the apex of my thighs and I dug my fingers into Derek’s back, my nails leaving fresh scratches down it as I screamed out my orgasm. Derek paused, his blue eyes searching my green ones; I could feel the tension in his shoulders as he fought his own climax.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and tears pricked my eyes. Now, it has to be now, Alexis, the inner voice confirmed, but I tried to ignore it. I was always such a good little soldier, always finishing the job no matter what. I flicked my wrist and a spring exposed the syringe hiding in my wrist watch. For the first time ever, I cursed my job and everything that it involved but instead of swearing I murmured, “Now Derek, cum inside me.”

Derek groaned and began rocking inside of me with a force that left my teeth knocking. Tension built in my stomach and I knew that I was close to cumming again. Now, dammit, the voice screamed in my head and I dug my nails into Derek’s back right before the syringe slid into the back of his neck. Derek groaned in ecstasy and I knew that he had felt nothing before his hot cum exploded into my cunt.

Derek slumped against me and kissed my neck. Tears fell from my eyes and I kissed his ear as he placed me on the bed. Concern filled his face and his fingers wiped the tear from my cheek, “What’s wrong, Alexis?”

I shook my head and pulled him into bed with me, drawing his arms around me as I curled into his embrace. I stared up into his eyes, growing heavy from energy spent, and possibly from something else. I traced the hair on his chest and followed it down to the stomach while Derek’s breathing slowed.

The tears dripped down my cheeks uncontrolled and I could hear the cold voice taunting me, You used to be a lot colder Alexis, get a grip will you.

Derek’s hand drew lazy circles into my shoulder and I could feel them slowing with each stroke. I looked into his face so he could see my sincerity, “Derek,” I whispered.

The soft sound of his voice like a person just falling asleep answered me, “Yes?”

“I want you to know that I really enjoyed being with you. It has meant more to me than you’ll ever know.”

“Mmm-hmm,” he sighed.

I moved out of his warm embrace and felt his eyes following every movement I made as I pulled on my jeans, my panties were a ruined scrap of fabric that I left on the floor. I pulled on my shirt and turned back to him, “I need to tell you,” I paused, “I want you to know that this was never a part of the plan. It was simply retrieval, in and out without us ever meeting.”

Derek’s eyes widened as my words sank into his drugged mind. “I’m usually not seen until the last second, but I needed to touch you, needed to feel your cock inside me before I retrieved the data.” His muscles twitched and I knew that he was fighting the chemical lethargy that had set in. I moved around the room to dresser and began pulling it out. “I knew where the disk was the first day but I stalled so I could be with you,” my hands slid behind the dresser until I found the small disk taped to its back.

Ripping it free, I slid it into my pocket and began sliding my boots on, Derek glared at me from the bed but the drug had silenced anything he would say. I turned towards him, careful not to go near the bed in case the drug hadn’t slowed him down as much as I thought it would, “You know, Mother was really upset with you. Not only did you take this information but you killed the last agent she sent after you. She decided that she needed someone you had no knowledge of, someone that you hadn’t noticed for two years.”

Realization filled Derek’s eyes as I picked up my coat, “She ordered your death and brought in her heavy hitter but,” I paused, taking in his magnificent body, “I just couldn’t bring myself to kill you.”

My hand grasped the doorknob but I couldn’t take my eyes off Derek’s face, “I’m letting you live Derek. The drug I gave you will knock you out for about 8 hours but after that you should disappear. I’m not sure how happy Mother will be if she finds out that your still alive, but maybe she’ll be happy to just have the disk back.”

I turned towards the door, my hand flexing on the knob as my body remembered all the sensations that Derek had filled it with. I spoke to the door as I finished, “You should know, Derek, that no matter how good of a fuck you are, if you come after me, I will finish the job I was sent to do.”

Without turning back, I slipped out the door and closed it. My cell phone was to my ear before I had even made it to the lobby. A cool voice answered the ring, “Yeah?”

“This is Alexis, retrieval’s complete and I’m heading to the rendezvous.”

“And the target,” the crisp tone asked.

I paused briefly. The target was probably passed out in the room behind me. I was sure that he would come after me once the drug wore off and a part of me was thrilled. I wanted him to chase me and hopefully when he caught up, I could pull his cock into my mouth and ravish him until he forgave me.

A small smile played on my lips, yes; I would make him forgive me. My voice was thick with remembered passion as I said, “That’s something between Mother and me.”

THE END