Psylons 1: Lakeside Rendezvous
Where had he come from?
Psylons — Sexy super-spies with Psychic powers. Created in a secret government lab, the Psylons fight international criminals and their ever present hunger for sex. Follow their adventures here on Tantalizing Tales, with a new episode every Thursday.
Shit! Joanne slid lower in the water, covering her breasts as best she could with her hands. Still, she was sure the stranger would have no problem seeing everything through the crystal-clear waters of the lake.
“Hello,” he said, a tantalizing tremor in his deep baritone.
She measured the distance between him, and sized the man up. He didn’t appear to be armed, but dangerous? With her special forces training, she could probably take him. Still, it would probably be better to keep her distance and try to talk him into leaving.
“This is private property,” she warned. “You’re trespassing.” The cabin had been in her family for years, and she’d often used the property without seeing a soul for days at a time.
“Am I? Then it appears I’ve trespassed at a convenient time.” He didn’t appear threatening, though his eyes danced with mischief.
Still, the ruggedly handsome man coming upon her as she skinny-dipped, put her instantly on guard. “Go on about your business and leave me alone.”
He shrugged. “And what if you are my business, Joanne?”
Then it clicked. He’d had a dense five-o’clock shadow in his dossier picture. “Nick?”
A smirk spread across his now cleanly shaven face. “Guilty.”
“Your timing sucks.”
“Not from where I’m standing.” But he did turn his back to her.
Joanne trudged from the water toward the beach. It didn’t matter now if he saw her naked anyway. Still, he did keep his back to her. “You weren’t due until tomorrow.”
“The mission has been moved up. The countess’ plane landed two hours ago. She’s early and she’s already obtained the device.”
Joanne grabbed her robe but didn’t bother slipping it on. He’d more than likely be seeing her naked later, if their mission ran the way she expected it to. “Come on in. How much time do we have to get ready?”
“We’ve got time. The countess hasn’t requested her playthings yet.” He kept his focus on her house. “She’s obtained the device and is on her way to the casino as we speak.”
“Oh, turn around. I’m not shy and you’re probably going to see it all later anyway if the countess runs true to form,” she chided, leading him toward the cabin. If the countess had already obtained the device she’d be leaving in the morning, so it would have to be tonight.
He followed toward the cabin. “Nice ass.”
She chuckled. “Thanks, I try to keep it in shape.”
She wondered what his ass would look like.
“You’ll have to judge for yourself in a few hours,” he said startling her.
Nick was the first of the CIA’s new psychically enhanced super agents. Psylons they were calling them.
She’d be the first agent to work with one of them. “So, you really can read people’s minds?”
Most of the time. His voice echoed in her head, though he hadn’t uttered a word.
Then he switched back to speech. “I can teach you how to block. It’s something we’re all going to eventually need. The Russians are working on their own program, though I understand they’re having more problems than we are.”
Of course, they would be. Secret ops were almost impossible to keep secret nowadays. “And are we having problems with you guys?”
“I’m handling mine,” he said. “Some of the others…not so much.”
She entered the house and headed for her bedroom. Nick followed. All the way, she could feel his eyes on her naked form.
“I’m Nick, by the way. Nick Salvatore.”
She knew that of course. She’d seen his dossier. She hung the robe on the hook by her bedroom door, glad she hadn’t gone all timid and put it on, then turned and offered her hand. “Joanne Simmons.”
His gaze swept up and down her nude body. “The countess is going to love you.”
The countess was a Russian spy who was in Vegas to pick up a small electronic device stolen from one of the U.S. Government’s contractors. Their mission was to retrieve that device by any means necessary. Luckily, the woman was known to have some sexual peculiarities and would often order up special prostitutes from an exclusive agency when she was in town. The CIA had intercepted the woman’s order this time and was sending Joanne and Nick in instead.
What they’d be required to do was a mystery, but the agency did know that on many occasions her playthings had been returned damaged. Still, definitely something sexual would be taking place.
“You know…” Joanne nibbled her bottom lip. “We have some time, and we really should be more familiar with each other if we’re going to work this mission together. I wouldn’t mind getting a gander at your ass right now.”
Nick’s eyes widened as his gaze once again traveled over her nude body. “I like the way you think.”
Actually, I like a hell of a lot more about you than that. His voice resounded soundly in her mind.
“If you can communicate with me like that during the mission, it will be an incredible advantage.” Can you hear me if I think really hard at you?
“Loud and clear,” he replied.
“Good.” She sauntered toward him. “Now, I’d like a good look at your ass, if you don’t mind.”
It was only fair. He’d been ogling her from the time he’d arrived.
As he pulled his polo shirt over his head, she unbuckled his belt. There was a sizable bulge in his pants that she couldn’t help brushing up against as she worked.
God, the contact felt so good.
Nick’s breath caught as she rubbed against his cock. The release would do him good before tonight’s mission. He’d lied a bit when he’d said he had his issues handled. His overactive libido had been kicking his ass lately. It was the same with all the Psylons.
It was a side effect of the Psylon treatments. They called it the hunger. A sexual need that built up over time. As his new psychic powers increased, so had his desires. All the Psylons were requiring sex more frequently to keep the hunger at bay. Agency scientists were working on ways to reduce the hunger’s effects.
It had eased a bit as he’d left the Psylon compound to be flown here, but the pressure to have sex was still there, pressing in on him constantly. He wouldn’t have forced himself on her, but he was happy as hell she’d volunteered. “Am I going to need a condom?”
She shook her head. “I’ve been on birth control from the time I joined the agency. You never know what will be required out in the field. I assume you’ve had all the standard medical exams and immunizations.”
He nodded. “Psylons are tested daily.”
“Last week,” she said. “But I haven’t been with anyone since.”
She was one of the CIA’s top field agents, often working deep under cover. He was lucky to be paired up with her.
And she was gorgeous. God! Shoulder-length honey-blonde hair, big blue eyes, high, perfect breasts, and legs that went on for miles.
As she slid down the zipper of his jeans, his cock popped out. Free of restraints, it pulsed hard, a drop of precum already seeping from its tip.
Squatting in front of him, she wrapped her long, elegant fingers around his shaft and slid them up and down as she squeezed.
“That feels so fucking good.” He resisted the urge to mentally touch her receptors and guide her mind. She was doing just fine on her own.
She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, then sucked him in, laving the head with her tongue as she took him deeper. Yanking his pants and underwear down further, she took his sac in her hand, gently fondling it as she sucked his cock.
“You’re killing me.” His mind was whirling. “I swear, you’re killing me…but don’t stop.”
He could feel her smile as she continued to work him.
When she came up for air, he pulled her to her feet, toed off his shoes, and removed the rest of his clothing. He spun to show her his ass. “Well? You wanted to see it.”
She gasped. “God, I love butt dimples.” Grabbing on with both hands, she directed him toward the bed.
He turned at the last moment and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down on the soft bedding, rolling her under him. “My turn.”
His turn. Joanne liked the sound of that. She smiled up at him. “Is there anything in your new mental powers that might throw me for a loop?”
She’d received his dossier, but details of his abilities had been sketchy.
“Would you like to hear my thoughts?”
His gaze lingered on her breasts. Perfect, soft, pliable. Your nipples stand at rigid attention begging me to suck them. He took the rigid pebble into his mouth, sucking and licking as he molded the soft mound with his hands. So sweet. So irresistible.
“I can hear you!”
But can you feel me?
A tingle started where his mouth connected to her nipple, spreading across her chest. His finger grazed the side of her breast, causing a blaze of sensation to cascade through her.
“What are you doing?” It was as if he was touching her from inside her skin.
I’ve connected with your parietal lobe. Connecting what we both feel. So, you’re feeling what I feel when I touch you. And at the same time you internally feel the touch.
His hand glided down to the apex of her thighs, sliding through the soft curls, to plumb the depths of her core.
He circled her clitoris, and whatever he was doing amplified the touch beyond anything she’d ever felt.
“Oh, God…Nick!” she cried to the heavens.
Nick released her nipple long enough to reply, “Feel free to call me either one.”
Sacrilegious? Perhaps. He didn’t care, as he was probably going to hell anyway. But at that moment he was in heaven, and he intended to make the most of it.
Tapping into her had also allowed him to feel what she was feeling. He used that to guide his fingers as he manipulated her sex. He could have explored like this for hours but his body was so tight, his cock so engorged, he needed to seal this deal soon. “You’re sure you’re good with this?” He gave her clit a final squeeze.
She threw her head back and howled, “Nick, if you don’t put that cock in me right now, I will hurt you.”
He took that for a “yes.”
Positioning himself between her legs, he dragged the tip of his cock along her slick folds, then plunged balls deep into her moist channel.
“Yes, oh, yes…oh God yes!” she cried.
Her head exploded with sensual stimuli. She’d never experienced anything like this. He was so big, touching all the right spots, and she could swear she experienced what he was feeling, his cock, throbbing with urgent desire, causing him to increase his pace.
Who was this guy? What had they done to him?
You don’t want to know.
Gritting her teeth, Joanne grasped bed-covering and cried out as an orgasm swept through her. Wave after wave of intense sensual pleasure washed over her, leaving her panting and writhing beneath him.
Nick pushed to the hilt once again, filling her so exquisitely. His cock grew impossibly large inside her and he grunted as his seed jetted inside her. So intense, so incredibly powerful.
As he collapsed on top of her, she felt his connection to her sever. Her body pulsed in the wonderful afterglow of their lovemaking.
Nick’s cock, still semi-hard, slid from her. Even though they were no longer connected, physically or mentally, she experienced a resonance with the body lying next to her. Their pulsing heartbeats seemed in tune.
“That was incredible,” she managed to gasp between breaths.
“Yes, it was,” Nick agreed. He couldn’t resist reaching over to run his finger down the soft skin on her arm.
It was the first time he’d been with a non-Psylon in months. And it had been so satisfying. His hunger was completely sated, yet he wouldn’t mind another round with her.
Still, they had the mission to discuss and get ready for. “I should shower,” he said.
“Me too,” she agreed. “Together?”
A smile crept across Nick’s face as warmth radiated through him causing his cock to come back to attention. “Yes, please.”
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Marc
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