Body Count: Fairchild & Reece

Reece spun her, then shoved her down onto the briefing room table, bending her body over for his use. Fairchild was grateful he was going to do it from behind. It would be easier for her that way, less personal. The man obviously knew what he was doing.

His strong hand grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled hard. The fabric bit into Fairchild’s skin for a fraction of a second, then it gave way with a sound of ripping cloth. The pain was minor, far less that the wounds she’d experienced during her career as a Merc, but it made her gasp just the same.

She was completely naked now, save for her socks and boots, and she was bent over the side of the briefing room table, about to be fucked by the closest thing she had left to a friend. Her heart was slamming faster than it ever had on any mission.

“Spread your legs,” Reece ordered, shoving her feet apart with his own. “That’s better.”

His powerful hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks apart, and Fairchild knew he could see all of her, not just her pussy, but her other hole too.

“Fuck, that’s gorgeous,” he growled.

Fairchild knew it was only an act, but damned if it wasn’t convincing. His words of admiration sent a sudden impulse of lust slithering up her spine. This was met with an immediate counterattack of shame. She was a Merc, a warrior. She shouldn’t enjoy being bent over and examined like this.

Lean into it, she told herself. For the mission...

She wriggled seductively on the table. At least she hoped it was seductive. She wasn’t used to this kind of behavior. It wasn’t her style at all.

“Oh God, I’m so horny,” she whined, channeling her inner porn star. “I need you so bad.”

She could hear Reece undressing behind her, quickly stripping off his hooded vest before working on his pants. Every sound sent a fresh shiver of anticipation rippling through her body. The clank of his belt buckle coming undone. The metallic purr of his zipper.

“Is this what you need, sweetheart?”

He slapped his hard cock against her bare ass, and she gasped a second time. The damn thing felt like a steel club sheathed in smooth skin. She didn’t dare glance back at it for fear she might lose her nerve.

“Yes,” she said, masking her concern. “Put it in me. Please, put it in me.”

She could feel his tip brushing between her folds, seeking her entrance. She was slippery back there, partly with saliva, but more so with her own hot arousal. She hadn’t even realized how wet she was until his tip was inside her. Her pussy was throbbing with need, aching to be filled. She braced against the table as he slowly pushed deeper.

At last, he bottomed out inside her, his tip kissing the very deepest part of her, raw and unprotected. She could feel his heartbeat pulsing inside her, and when he groaned aloud with pleasure, she could feel that too.

“Fuck,” he said. “You feel good. So fucking good...”

He drew back slowly, and she could feel every perfect detail of him sliding across her inner walls, every vein in his thick shaft, the ridged crown encircling his tip. When only the head of it was still inside her, he stopped...

Then he drove into her again, hard and deep, scooting the heavy table a few inches across the floor...

TO BE CONTINUED! (evil grin)