Psylons 5: Rising in the Morning.
Chastity woke naked, spooned against Slade’s warm, toned body. A phone somewhere was ringing an alarm.
In our last episode, Chastity met Slade, her CIA partner and handler. Today, they set off on their first mission together.
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Slade hit something on his watch to stop the chiming. “Good morning, beautiful.” His deep sexy voice sent a thrill rippling through her core.
She flipped to face him and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. “Good morning yourself.” She ran her finger along his bottom lip.
“We have an hour before the car picks us up for the airport,” he warned.
Chastity felt for any pangs of the sexual hunger that always built inside her and found only a slight twinge. Last night with him had taken care of all her pent-up need— the sexual cravings that built up in Psylons over time. Nothing really needed assuaging. Still, Slade was so damn hot.
“We have time for a quickie, don’t we?” she asked.
Slade’s hand slid to her breast, where he thumbed her already pebbled nipple. “We most certainly do.”
His lips crushed hers and his cock sprung to life against her hip.
She gripped his shaft, jacking him even harder. Then she slipped into his mind and stimulated his libido the way she’d learned last night that he liked.
“Oh, God. The things you do to me.” He ran a finger along her folds as he manipulated her clit with his thumb.
Two fingers slid inside her damp folds, probing, exploring. At the same time, his lips grazed her breast and locked onto a nipple, sucking gently as his tongue flicked the pebbled nub, sending orgasmic jolts throughout her core.
The man had skills.
He released her breast, sighing heavily. “We need to hurry, but I wish to hell we didn’t.”
He pushed inside of her, large, hard, and wonderful. He filled her so completely. With lengthy strokes, he rode her, pushing balls deep with each glorious thrust.
An orgasm coalesced in her core, building to a mighty crescendo as he pounded into her. “Yes…yes!”
Cresting like a wave on rocks, her release rippled through her, and at the peak, he joined her, filling her with his hot seed.
They were both still gasping for air when he rolled off her and out of bed. Bending down, he planted a wet kiss on her forehead. “You can shower first,” he said. “I’ll finish packing.”
He had an incredible ass, and Chastity couldn’t help giving it a slap as she walked past him toward the bathroom. “You could join me.”
He chuckled. “If I did that, we’d never get to the airport.”
It wasn’t love, but it wasn’t bad.
A black SUV picked them up at the front door of the apartment building and transported them to the airport. A private jet awaited them on the tarmac. No hassle, no TSA. “Do we get to travel like this all the time?” she asked.
He chuckled. “I wish. The jet needed to be delivered out west, and it coincided with our mission. Still, this way I can brief you in-flight without anyone overhearing.”
They strapped into large, padded seats in the luxurious main cabin, and the pilots had them in the air in no time.
Slade showed her a picture of a handsome, blond-haired man. Striking blue eyes stared back at her.
“That is Anatoli Korsakov. Ex-KGB, now a member in good standing of the Russian mafia,” Slade said. “He flew into San Diego three days ago, and Langley wants us to find out why he’s here.”
He handed her an envelope. “In there you’ll find business cards, a drivers license, and credit card in the name of Christine Freeman. Use them if you need them. With your powers, you may not even have to approach the subject, but we’re leaving nothing to chance. He’s a player, and he may approach you.”
Chastity had had extensive training in undercover tactics and assuming a different identity. “So, I may interact him?”
Slade nodded. “For the past two nights, he’s spent time in his hotel’s bar, usually drinking alone, but last night he did pick up a woman and take her up to his room. We haven’t been able to locate her to question.”
That didn’t sound good. Movies aside, the CIA rarely lost track of someone they were trailing.
“Okay, so we hit the bar, and I try to get close enough to pick up his thoughts and delve into his memories.” That should be easy enough.
“That’s what you’ll be doing,” he said. “I’m sending you in alone. Make it look like you’ve been stood up for a date. I’ll be outside in a van with some backup if you need it. Will that be close enough for you to communicate with me mentally?”
“We can test it to be sure, but I should have a two-to-three-mile radius now that we’re attuned to each other.”
She’d spent a lot of time in his head over the past day. “I have to warn you, it’s getting easier to pick up your surface thoughts, even when I’m not trying.” Did he know what he’d signed up for as her handler?
“I’d say I’ve got nothing to hide, but I’d bet everyone has a few dark secrets they’d probably not want exposed.”
Jennifer.
The name and image popped so pervasively into his consciousness, Chastity couldn’t have ignored it if she’d tried.
“Do you want to talk about her?”
Slade’s cheeks turned red. “You’ll probably find out about her anyway. I think about her all the time.”
She didn’t press, but he continued anyway.
“She’s an ex-KGB agent who defected last year. I was sent in to extract her. The mission went south, and we were forced to spend a lot of time together.”
Infatuation, fondness, and yes…love. “Doesn’t it bother you to have to sleep with me instead of the woman you love?”
Psylons needed sex on a regular basis to stave off the hunger, which was a byproduct of the process that created them. Handlers, like Slade, had been set up to service the sexual needs of the Psylons and partner them on missions.
“Once I got Jennifer back to the States, she went directly into protective custody. I haven’t seen her in over a year, and well…a guy has needs. This mission seemed to fit the bill.”
“So, when you’re having sex with me, you’re thinking of her.” She’d felt it a couple of times.
“I hope you’re not offended. I’ve become very fond of you, in the short time we’ve been together, but I can’t help how I feel about Jennifer.”
Chastity wasn’t hurt. In fact, she was grateful. A Psylon didn’t dare get to close to any one lover because most would need multiple partners and regular sex to stave off the hunger. A tiff that resulted in a week without sex, could be deadly. Slade fit her needs perfectly for now. It was a relief that they wouldn’t have to worry about emotions seeping in. They could keep things professional, as well as fun.
Only moments later, Slade’s mind began to wonder down some erotic pathways. Visions so front and center in his mind, Chastity couldn’t ignore the images. He was remembering Jennifer giving him a blow job somewhere in a forest. He’d been injured. The image suddenly cut off. “Shit,” he said. “Sorry. You got me thinking about her.”
He was hard.
“Don’t stop,” she encouraged. “Enjoy the memory. Let me help.”
They were alone in the cabin, with no one to see them. She unbuckled her seat belt and slid to the floor in front of him. Unzipping his fly, she pulled out his cock.
The image flashed back into his mind. Jennifer sucking him deep.
A droplet of precum seeped from the spongy head of his cock, and Chastity licked it off.
“Oh!” he groaned.
“Would you like me to enhance the experience?” She’d never do this without consent.
Slade nodded. “We do need to test your new powers.”
Slade’s vision clouded. The sound of the jet engines diminished. The fresh scents of pine and decaying leaves invaded his nostrils and he was once again in that forest near Prague. His shoulder twinged in pain, but not so much as he didn’t feel those lips encircling his shaft. Her lips. “Jennifer.”
Her beautiful eyes looked up into his as she pulled up off his cock. “Is this helping?”
Her warm hand still gripped him firmly, pulling up and down.
Orgasm threatened. “What did I do to deserve you?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Must have been pretty damn amazing though.”
She dipped back down, taking his cock back into her mouth, taking him deep.
“Oh…Fuck, baby.” He was so close to coming. But he wanted to hold out for more. It felt so good.
She increased the pressure of her lips and the intensity and speed as she bobbed and lashed his cock with her tongue. The woman was just so good!
“I’m going to…going to…”
The orgasm rocked him to his balls. Utterly consuming, the stark wave of passion swept through him as he spilled his seed into her mouth.
Pump after glorious pump, he emptied himself into her.
Then the world around him spun, and he was back on the jet.
Chastity sat on her haunches, a dribble of cum, sliding down the side of her mouth toward her chin. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”
“Incredible,” he answered, and remembered that was the same word he’d used so many months ago, in a forest near Prague.
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