Page 5 of More Tricks

My lips caught hers, and I took my time with her mouth tasting, exploring, and making her sag in my arms as she trusted me to keep her from drowning. When I released her, I reached down and slid her panties to the side, lifted her, my hand gripping her ass, and slid inside her. Her sigh of relief was like air to my soul, knowing that she felt this as strongly as I did. Now wasn’t the time for words. It was a time for action.

Letting her hold herself to me with her legs, I slid my hands to the middle of her back and laid her on top of the water as I slowly pulled all the way back and slammed into her time and time again. The water around us undulated, making it clear what was happening, but I knew no one would say a goddamn word about it. If they did, there was no telling which of us would come after them.

“Look at you taking my cock like the goddess of war that you are, loba. You look just as stunning here in my arms as you do covered in the blood of our enemies,” I whispered as I kissed up her body, my thrusts shorter and faster, using my grip to pull her down on me as my hips shot forward. “I know you think there will be a day that you go too far, that your darkness will win, and it will scare us off. Only, you’re forgetting we aren’t the heroes in this tale either. We have souls just as black as you do. Some of us just hide it better than others.”

I needed her to hear me, feel me, and know that what I was saying was the God's honest truth. None of us were free from blood on our hands. Each of us had chosen time and time again to survive in this criminal world, and we’d come out on top. That didn’t happen and leave you innocent and in rose-colored glasses. It pulled away the façade of the world and revealed to you the underbelly we all choose to ignore.

“Your soul captured us the moment we found you at that party,” I shared, letting my mind wander back to that moment she was grinding on my leg, taking what she wanted from our interactions. Unashamed of her need and ignorant of the eyes that watched her filled with jealousy and lust. "Let’s be honest. You marked me as yours right there on the dance floor, rubbing that weeping pussy all over my leg.”

“Oh God, shut up and fuck me,” Dax growled, her heels digging into my ass, urging me on.

“I’m sorry, was I getting too emotional for you?” I asked as I pulled her back up against my chest. “Forgive me. I forget how that makes you all squirrely.”

Walking us over to the steps, I pulled out of her, turned her around, and bent her over in front of the railing. “You’re gonna want to hold on for this,” I warned.

Without question, she grabbed the railing with both hands as I ripped out the crotch of her underwear. “What—”

She didn’t get to finish her question as I slammed balls deep into her, shoving her forward with the power behind it. Slapping her ass, she moaned. “Pay attention,” I chided as I took a firm hold of her hips and hammered into her, grunting with the effort along with how good it felt.

Once she got the gist of things, she was shoving back on me, the sound of slapping skin, moaning, and churning water filled the night air. “Yes, fuck, just like that,” Dax shouted as I slipped a finger in her ass, teasing at the tight bud.

We all knew how much she loved her ass being played with, and it was erotic. Not many women embraced that part of sex or didn’t enjoy it, but our woman couldn’t get enough of it.

“What do you think, loba? Should we see if we can fill you up with a cock back here too? Or maybe two cocks filling this needy hole of yours? I’m sure I can talk one of the guys into sharing space with me to make you scream,” I taunted as I spat on her ass and worked another finger in. “Just think of how full you’d feel, one in your dripping pussy and two of us in your ass, maybe another in your mouth?”

Her pussy clenched around me as I talked, letting me know she liked the idea as much as I did. Just picturing the scene in my head had me almost coming. Taking my free hand, I reached under and pinched her clit. “I asked you a question, loba. How am I to make things happen if you don’t tell me you want them?”

“Fuck yes, I want all my holes filled with as much cock as they can take,” she managed to get out between breaths as I could feel her climax building.

“That’s a good girl,” I praised. “Remember what I said good girls get?”

“We get to come,” she cried as I thrust into her and pinched her clit once more.

The walls of her pussy clamped down on me. There was no way I could resist my own finish. She milked me until I had nothing left to give, filling her with every drop of my cum as I slumped over her back, wrapping my arms around her. “Fuck, loba, the things you do to me are inhuman.”

She let out a huff of laughter as we both took a moment to catch our breath. “You're not so bad at this yourself.”

“Feel ready to go back in and deal with the bitchy agent?” I asked, kissing her neck.

With a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of her body, she nodded. “Yeah, better to just get this over with. Picasso and I still need to catch Eagle up on things too. I’m sure he’s screaming at everyone, mad we haven’t called yet.”

I eased out of her and the smug satisfaction of seeing my cum covering her pussy was immense. “God, now I have to know all night that only your shorts are keeping everyone from knowing what I just did to you.”

She looked over her shoulder with an exasperated look. “Right, and the fact that both of us were grunting like pigs and yelling, fuck yes, wouldn’t clue them in.”

Shrugging, I smiled as I followed her out of the water, slapping her ass playfully just to watch it jiggle before she put her clothes back on. “At least they’ll know I did a damn good job.”

“I can’t with you,” Dax said with a laugh echoing in her words. “You are such a cocky bastard.”

“Yes, yes I am and one that you just so happen to love to fuck,” I pointed out, booping her on the nose.

There was a plastic cabinet that we kept towels in since many of us jumped into the pool at random times without thinking to bring one with us. Shaking one out, I wrapped up my woman and secured another around my waist, leaving my shirt off. I caught her hand, and we headed back to the house, ignoring the eyes of the agents who were waiting for orders in the center of the compound.

Oops, guess I forgot about them.

True to who Dax was, her shoulders were back, head held high, and she gestured to the world to fuck off when one guy dared to whistle at her.

“Thanks for the entertainment,” one guy taunted.