The Assassin and the Girl From the Coffee Shop Page 5

  Scott ran a finger over the curve of her hip, stopping at mid-thigh and then back up again. A soft sigh escaped her lips. She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against his shoulder. The idea occurred to her that if they could just stay there, in the cabin, for the next several weeks that she'd be perfectly fine with that - it wasn't as though she had a job to go back to; she was certain that taking off and leaving the workplace unattended was grounds for dismissal.

  However, considering the circumstances in which she’d left...

  Bah, she didn't want to concern herself with those things now. In her real life - her boring life - she worked at a mediocre job, for a poor wage so she could afford a rundown apartment close to her mediocre job. It hadn't been twenty-four hours yet since Scott swept her into his crazy life, but her usual worries, seemed a distant memory.

  His fingertips ran back down over her hips and to her thigh, and again she shivered and her pussy tingled. She attempted to push her desires to the back of her mind for now, since she still had questions for him.

  She pulled back slightly and looked up. Her eyes immediately caught his as he gazed down adoringly at her. "Can I ask you something?"

  Scott simply shrugged, but the calm - almost serene- expression on his face told her yes.

  "How did get into.... umm... your line of work?"

  Scott's hand stopped at her hip and slipped around to her rear, pulling her tight against him, his semi-hard dick resting between her legs and throwing fuel on the fire that was beginning to grow, yet again, within her pussy.

  "I worked for the government." he replied, his voice husky. He placed a kiss on her shoulder. "They trained me to kill for them, and I'm good at it. I didn't ask questions, just did what I was told. One day I decided I was sick of being their puppet."

  She tried to focus on his voice, but his hand was on the move again pushing her to her back, and then slipping to her inner thigh and slowly working its way to her wet pussy. She spread her legs for him, inviting his hand and fingers to play.

  "And so you work on your own now?"

  "Yes and no." His intense hunger-filled eyes kept locked to hers as his fingers reached the apex between her legs and began to stroke and tease her folds. "I work for a private organization which contracts work out to us... freelancers. They work as a middleman, of sorts."

  "Reminds me of some sort of spy movie," she teased, and then gasped as he plunged two fingers deep into her. Moaning she closed her eyes as he began to stroke the inner wall of her pussy.

  He chuckled and then nudged her legs wider as he settled between them and lowered his body over hers, keeping his weight from crushing her with one hand braced at the side of her head. "Not quite as glamorous I'm afraid."

  Scott began to run the head of his dick along her folds, up and down from her anus to her clit. She squirmed and bucked against him, attempting to impale herself on his massive shaft. Scott caught her eyes again, the head of his cock resting at her entrance. Damn, she wanted him in her so badly her stomach was literally aching.

  "Lily, I want to... my God you have no idea how badly, but I don't..."

  Lily couldn't help but grin wickedly up at him. "I though spies and assassins were supposed to be prepared for all possible situations." She wiggled her hips, taking his cock into her just a portion of an inch.

  His breath caught in his throat and he groaned. "Damn Lily." He returned her mischievous smile. "I've never had a woman here. And it's been three years since I last..." his voice trailed off.

  Her mouth dropped open as she stared up at him. "Three years?" How was it possible? Three years?

  A slight flush touched his face. "Like I said. Not as glamorous as one might think. I'm not in the best occupation to be getting involved with other people."

  Slipping a hand behind his head she brought his lips down to hers. "Good thing I'm protected so we can break that drought of yours." Hell, for all she knew the men who'd shot at them less than a day ago could track them here tonight and kill them both, and so that last thing she wanted was to die without feeling that beautiful, thick shaft of his diving deep into her.

  While she expected him to fuck her fast and hard - he didn't. Instead, he slowly inched himself into her. Slowly, teasing her, causing her to squirm under him and thrust her hips up in an attempt to impale herself fully.

  "Scott please, you're killing me!" she groaned.

  He chuckled then captured her lips with his as he gave one final thrust, sheathing himself to the balls and stretching her pussy to its limits.

  "You have no idea how good it feels inside of you Lily," he groaned against her mouth.

  Oh my God! Oh, she knew; did she ever know! His cock felt like heaven in her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held tight, both wanting him to pound mercilessly into her and also wanting him to remained buried deep inside of her; nestled in her hot, wet pussy. He filled her so perfectly full that she could have sworn his cock was made just for her and only her.

  After keeping himself buried for a half-minute, he slowly withdrew and thrust back in. For several thrusts his speed was slow, intimate and intense - and the most torturous couple of minutes of her life. Scott had her whole body feeling like an inferno of pent up sexual energy, urgently begging to be released.

  Just when she didn't think she could take his sweet torment a second longer he sped up, instead of slow, teasing movements his thrusts became hard and fast, making her cry out each time he rammed himself into her - balls deep. She clung to him, her legs holding tighter around his waist and her nails digging into his back, leaving angry red gashes along the length of him.

  "Oh God, yes. Fuck me hard!" She cried out between whimpers and moans.

  Everything about him felt so good. The feel of his thick shaft slamming deep into her, the feel of her warm juices as they seeped from her core and down her ass and the feel of his lips and teeth against the sensitive flesh of her neck; it was all bringing her rapidly to the brink.

  "You're making me come already, Scott," she gasped.

  He pulled his lips from her neck and kissed her soundly, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. She moaned against his mouth. Close, so close. Moments away!

  A sudden heat rushed through her body and exploded within her pussy, rocking her body with the power of a mind-numbing orgasm. As she cried out his name, her pussy gripped to his cock, enticing him to fill her.

  "Oh fuck, Lily." He buried his face in her neck, thrusting several more times while she held tight to him, before he rammed his throbbing cock into her a final time, releasing a flood of his cum into her needy pussy. "My God!"

  Lily was still basking in the aftermath of her own glorious orgasm when Scott slipped an arm around her lower back, held her tight and flipped to his back, taking her with him while keeping his exhausted cock buried deep inside of her.

  Stretching out over him, the feel of their mixed juices filling and slowly seeping from her pussy, fanned her desire yet again despite her recent orgasm. She rocked her hips slowly, but was stopped immediately by two large, strong hands grasping her hips in their palms.

  Moving her eyes up along his chest, she caught his eyes and he smiled warmly down at her. "Just... stay put for a minute or two." He reached up and tucked a loose strand of golden hair that had fallen into her face back behind her ear. "A few minutes and you can ride me for as long as your heart desires." He gave her a slightly embarrassed chuckle. "Just need a second to recuperate."

  A soft teasing growl came from her, as she flattened herself against him and kissed her way up the side of his neck to his earlobe. Nipping at his lobe she felt his cock jump inside of her and she groaned. Damn, he knew how to torment her so wonderfully.

  Sitting up on him she brought her hands to her breasts and began to caress them, tweaking her nipples as she looked down at him.

  "Oh, now I think I'm really going to enjoy the halftime show." Grinning, Scott laced his fingers behind his head and his eyes slowly worked their way up and down the
length of her.

  His dick jumped a second time and she felt it beginning to slowly rise within her. It was taking all of her willpower not to move on him. Patience had never been her strong suit, especially when her desire was kicking into overdrive.

  Slipping one hand from her breast, she parted the lips of her pussy and exposed to him her quivering clit. His eyes immediately jumped to her pussy and he lay under her, eyes transfixed on her hand as she began to stroke herself.

  Lily closed her eyes, arched her back and increased the speed of her strokes. By the time he was at half-mast she was rapidly moving towards a second orgasm.

  "Damn, you're sexy Lily. Stunning."

  His words sounded vague as she found herself being swept up in the waves of pleasure rushing through her. She felt his hands grabbing her hips and then him press her down tight onto him as his cock became rock solid inside of her. She began moving her hips in circular motions, the head of his shaft sweeping across her g-spot with each rotation of her hips.

  She was close; so excruciatingly close. She increased the speed of her movements, riding his cock frantically now, aching to get off. His hips started to buck up against her, making slight slapping sounds as their bodied slammed together.

  Taking her breasts in her hands once more, she squeezed her nipples hard, rolling and pinching them adding a slight amount of pain to the pleasurable sensations his cock was giving her. Less than a minute later, her body was overtaken by tremors which started at her head and ended with a throbbing between her legs.

  Lily released her nipples, leaned backwards on him, her hands braced on his thighs and bucked hard, almost violently over him. Her breasts - nipples pointed to the ceiling, jiggled with the forceful movements.

  She was so close, in a suspended moment of intense pleasure and then she felt his fingers between her legs and pinching her clit. His touch threw her over the edge and she screamed out as she came, her nectar washing over his cock and pooling between their bodies.

  Spent, she didn't protest when Scott, grabbed her waist and pulled her from his dick. She collapsed on her back, her eyes hooded and panting hard.

  "You're not done yet, honey."

  The sound of his husky, deep voice had her eyes springing open just as he flipped her to her stomach, grabbed her hips so her ass was in the air, and slammed his dick into her. She whimpered as his cock drove deeper into her than it had before.

  He pounded into her with a vengeance, while his balls slapped against her pussy.

  Oh god! She didn't know how much more she could handle. She fisted the blankets under her and groaned. She was tired and God help her, her need to come again was growing. How many orgasms had she had that day four, five, six? She'd lost count, and she wanted it again, she wanted the rush again.

  "God yeah, fuck me Scott. Give it to me," she cried out.

  Scott grunted his response, ploughing into her harder and faster. When his finger teased the rim of her ass, she yelped and tried to pull away, but he refused to let her. Using her own juices as a lubricant, he slid his finger part way into her back entrance and she groaned.

  "Do you like that, baby?" he asked fucking both her ass and pussy now.

  "Y…yes," she groaned. A thousand times yes! These new sets of sensations were bringing her rapidly to yet another orgasm.

  "Such a pretty ass." he thrust his finger in fully now, pumping it in and out in time with his cock.

  His words came to her in a haze as she found herself helpless in the surge of another orgasm. Just as her body was about to release, she felt his cock become even harder and then heard his loud groan, as he pulled his finger from her ass, grabbed tight to her hips and pulled her roughly back against him.

  As his warm cum released into her throbbing pussy in several fast spurts, she found herself also in the throes of her own orgasm. "Oh God! Oh Scott!" she cried out releasing, mixing her fluids with his. He immediately pulled his cock from her and their fluids came rushing down her thighs and dripping to the blanket as she collapsed, totally spent onto the bed.

  She was now officially exhausted.

  He collapsed beside her, and dragged her limp body over to his. Pressing his lips to her forehead he kissed her gently. "I could get used to this," he whispered into her hair as she snuggled up to him, draping a leg across his.

  Lily sighed and then looked up at him, her blue eyes capturing his contented green ones. "So could I." They were both silent for the span of several minutes, lost in their own respective thoughts as they looked deep into each other’s eyes.

  "You know, my cousin Jessie who used to work at the coffee shop is engaged to Senator Morrow, maybe we could..."

  He cut her off with a kiss. "I know what you're thinking, but this is something I need to take care of on my own."

  "But if we could..."

  Scott let out a loud breath of air and peered up at the ceiling. "You know what the authorities do to people like me?"

  Lily frowned and shook her head.

  He raised his hand for her to see, palm facing her. "See anything unusual?"

  She shook her head. It looked like an average hand to her.

  "I have no prints."

  Her frown deepened and she looked closer, the coming night was taking over the daylight, leaving only minimal light in the room to see so she had to grab his wrist and pull his hand to within a couple of inches of her eyes to see he had no fingerprints.

  "Why?"

  "I'm a ghost, Lily. I haven't been the man I was born for so many years that I don't know who that person is anymore." The lonely, haunted look was reflected in his eyes once more and her heart ached for him, but she said nothing only waited for him to continue, scared that if she interrupted it would break the magic of the moment. "You see, people like us - people with no identities - we get taken to places, bad places. And at these bad places men do things too horrible to people like me in an attempt to find out what we know. Things so horrible that you beg for death."

  A cold chill ran through Lily and she clung tighter to him. She didn't want to imagine it. She didn't want to think about the bad places or the bad men. Or assassins, or killing. She just wanted to stay there, with him, wrapped in his protective embrace.

  "So you understand why we can't involve the police or anyone else for that matter? I need to take care of this myself."

  Lily nodded and buried her face in his neck for fear he might see the tears welling up in her eyes. It was going to be alright. She knew she had to keep telling herself that. Scott would make it all okay again, she had faith in that.

  Chapter 6

  Scott couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so 'normal', as he strolled through the woods walking hand in hand with Lily while they checked on the security system. He liked the feeling, the closeness to someone else, both physical and emotional. There were times when what he was becoming scared him. Emotionless. He could kill a man at point blank range and not flinch. That wasn't normal. He knew this and it terrified the shit out of him.

  She'd asked him why he was always calm, even in the face of danger.

  He'd told her that it was his training, but that was only partially it. Another part was the fact he had nothing to live for, other than the assignments he acquired and the money in his bank account. But then again what good was money if he had no one to share it with? There had been no real joy in his life, until now.

  He sighed, as he looked down at her. She caught his eye and smiled, that sweet, serene smile that made his heart beat just a little bit faster.

  Damn it. He barely knew Lily; he couldn't feel this way about her. He couldn't feel this way about anyone. He knew what his future held; men who did his job didn't have long life spans. Even if he wanted to try to establish a relationship with her, how could he leave her for months on end worrying if he'd ever come back to her?

  "Scott?" Lily's voice jolted him from his thoughts and he gave her hand a light squeeze.

  "What? Want a quickie against a tree?" he wiggled
his eyebrows at her and got an elbow to the ribs as a reply.

  "Hey," he pretended to rub his 'sore' ribs. "That almost hurt."

  Her grin widened and she rolled her eyes at him. "Why do you always have to be such an ass?"

  He gave her a mischievous smile and a wink. "Guess you just bring out the best in me, honey."

  She huffed and turned her eyes away from him. "So you think I'm getting better, huh?"

  His brows furrowed. "What?"

  For the second time in five minutes she rolled her eyes at him. "My aim."

  Laughing he gave her hand another light squeeze. "You're doing remarkably well. I'm officially impressed." Giving her a sly grin, he added, "It's surprising what you can do when you keep your eyes open."

  "Jerk."

  He chuckled in response. "Keep up the sauciness and I will be pinning you to a tree and fucking you senseless." His dick did a little dance in his jeans at the idea and he groaned inwardly.

  She stopped suddenly, gave his hand a yank and pulled him back to her. Grabbing the front of his black t-shirt in her fist she backed up a couple of feet until her back was wedged between his hard body and a massive maple tree.

  His cock immediately sprang to attention, realizing that she was about to bring to fruition what he'd been joking about minutes before. Caressing the satiny soft skin of her cheek with the back of his hand and tracing the length of the wound on her cheek, Scott lowered his lips to hers.

  With a soft moan, she parted her lips, inviting his tongue in. He eagerly accepted the invitation, while undoing his pants and pulling out his cock. Pulling back from her, he grabbed her shoulders and twirled her around so her back was to him and pushed her up against the tree, her palms flat against the trunk.

  She'd borrowed a pair of his jogging pants which hung off her. The only thing holding them up was the drawstring. He reached inside the front of her pants gave the string a tug and the pants slid down to her ankles.

  His cock throbbed, begging him to thrust it hard up into her sweet, tight core.

  "Are you wet for me Lily?" he asked, brushing her hair to one shoulder and then kissing and nipping his way down her neck to her collarbone.