Free Operation: Thrustmaster (Rock Hardin: Agent of A.S.S. Book 1) by Alana Melos Page B

he’d held in his arms. The thought of Petite dampened his ardor somewhat, and he shook his head, forcing the memory away.  
          When her pussy had stopped twitching around his shaft, he began pumping into her again. Although Cindy had come twice, it took little time at all to hear those soft moans coming from her once more. Whether she did it for his benefit or because she wanted a third climax he didn’t know, nor did he care. Each sound spurred him on, and her hands stroked the skin of his shoulders and neck until she brushed her fingers against his cheek. He turned to kiss them, working all out to bring himself back up to that frenzy. Losing himself in her flesh, Rock closed his eyes again. The pleasure rolled through his body until it was the only thing left once more. He began to thrust harder and harder. The ache in his arms from holding himself up, the pain from the lash marks in his side… everything else was blotted out by her, and the passion between them. When he opened his eyes, they locked gazes, making the moment even more intimate. They shared this between them, an energy which moved and grew, taking him higher and higher with every second. He saw the fire dance in her eyes, and something clicked. The orgasm ripped through him, leaving him weak, helpless as he buried himself in her once more, holding himself there. Unable to even cry out, Hardin became perfectly motionless, a streak of lightning caught in a picture for all time. The moment seemed to stretch out forever....  
          ...and then it was over. As he came down off of the sexual high, she panted with him. Their ragged breaths mingled as they kissed, hard and long. Rock lowered her legs so she was more comfortable, and rocked within her, the last ebb and flow of their passion milking him dry. He brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek, and she broke the kiss, instinctively turning into his touch. He kissed her lips, her chin, her neck… everywhere he could reach. Even though he was spent, he still wanted more.  
          They lay together for a short while, exploring each other’s bodies slowly, going back to the step they had skipped until the cold set in. They dressed, and when they eventually slept, it was in each other’s arms, sharing heat in another, and perhaps even more intimate, way.  
     
     

Chapter Six
     
          The next day, Lady Luck smiled down upon the pair. A friendly Brit picked up the bedraggled and somewhat disreputable looking pair and took them further along the road to London. In truth, it was Cynthia’s good looks which caused the driver to pull over, even though he was an older man. Rock sat in the back of the car, amused by the flirtatiousness of the married man. He even blushed when Cindy complimented him, cooing over his mustache and all other silly things.  
          Even though the mission had been somewhat sloppy and full of unseen complications, Rock had a good feeling. They were just about done, and soon they’d be on a jet, headed to New York, and then Washington. He hadn’t gotten the information requested, but it wasn’t for lack of trying… and he had a lead to follow up on: Petite’s sister, Jasmine. If they tracked her down, then maybe they’d get some answers about this ‘Society’.  
          The driver dropped them at a hotel, at Rock’s request: the rendezvous point. As they walked into the lobby of the relatively nice hotel, they drew stares from the results of their adventures. When Rock heard a wolf-whistle, he turned, knowing instantly who it was. “What cat dragged you through the mud?” Burt asked, getting up out of his chair and setting his paper aside. “I’ve been waiting for you for forever.”  
         “ We took a detour,” Rock said. “She wanted to see the English Channel, and who am I to argue?”  
         “ I di…” she started to say, then stopped and shook her head, looking all too relieved to be in the depths