Lovers and Lies 4 - NC-17
Lovers and Lies (4/?)
NC-17
Dom/Emilie (including Billy most of the other Lost and LoTR casts)
Sequel to Secrets and Spies.
Previous Chapters
"I don't need a babysitter." Hannah said testily, watching her newly appointed partner stow his gear in the cargo hold of the private plane.
Sala sighed and pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head. "Good, because that's not what I am."
Hannah scoffed. "Exactly how much is Fox paying you to tag along?"
He flipped the hatch shut and offered her a grin. "Loads."
His smile was infectious and she found herself wondering how someone with so much natural charm ended up as one of Fox's minions. She looked up to find Sala staring down at her. As she started to say something he stopped her with a shake of his head. "Listen, I'm not going to get in your way. Matthew just wants to keep an eye on you. He's got too much tied up in the deaths of those three and your little investigation in London got him spooked." He looked away from her for a moment, eyes scanning the deserted landing strip. "Just think of me as back up, okay?"
Hannah nodded and made her way up the steep steps outside the plane, pondering why exactly Sala had called his boss 'Matthew' instead of Fox like everyone else. "Why do you really think he's paying you loads of money anyway?" She mused aloud.
She could feel his voice rumble in his chest as he pressed behind her inside the cramped quarters of the cabin's entrance way. His tone made her shiver. "Oh, I'm worth it."
*****
"Why won't you let me do this?!"
"Because you're too wound up for a start." The General answered, the perfectly calm opposition to Ian's frantic desperation. "And let's not mention the fact that these marks know you and would recognize your face a mile away."
Ian slumped, defeated, against the lush cushions of the couch, one of the many fine furnishings in The General's office. "Like it would matter. They'd be dead before they could do anything about it."
The General gave him a hard look. "That's not the point and you know it."
Ian leaned his head against the back of the couch and let his eyes fall shut. He let out a frustrated sigh. "You're letting me head up the tact team, though, right?" He heard some papers shuffle on the desk, the General clearing his throat, and a most definite avoiding of his question. "Right?" He pressed, sitting up to glare at the older man.
"Yes, Ian. Yes, you're heading up the tact team." He answered shortly. "What more do you want me to say? I refuse to let your emotions cloud your judgment on this job and that means you're not going anywhere near the op and that is the last thing I'll-"
A buzzing sounded from the intercom on the desk, and the secretary in the lobby announced they had visitors.
The General stood up and ran a hand down his tie, smoothing it out. "It's the mercenaries I hired. Try not to be petty about all of this." He warned.
Ian stood, pasting a smile on his face. "I'm a professional." He assured him.
The doors swung open and as soon as they did a young girl with brown hair, not more than Ian's own age, rushed into the room and launched herself into the General's arms.
"It's good to see you, Dad." She mumbled, face buried against the General's shoulder.
Ian was too stunned to say anything but the other man who'd entered the room didn't seem to have a problem finding the right words.
"Huh. Well doesn't that just beat all."
*****
Billy woke up to the most pleasant sensation.
Emilie was kissing the soft skin of his belly, he could feel the silken trail of her hair all across his chest, and...Christ he was already hard. He pushed his hips up against Emilie's and felt more than heard her gasp in response. She pushed against his shoulder, rolling him onto his back and then, with the most graceful movement, swung her leg over his thighs to straddle him.
"Fuck me, Billy." She said breathlessly and dropped down onto his stiff cock.
He couldn't even breathe for a moment and as his head lolled on the pillow his eyes locked with Dom's. "Good morning, Bills." The lad murmured before capturing his mouth in a kiss. Emilie was shifting against him, leaning down to nuzzle at the back of Dom's neck.
Billy threaded his fingers through Dom's hair and tugged, pulling him away. "Get behind her, Dommie." He growled.
Dom pushed the blankets away from his waist, away from all three of them, causing the soft, white sheets to flutter to the floor. He slid behind Emilie, gripping her hips and lifting her up and down to meet Billy's every thrust.
"C'mon, Billy. I know you're close." Dom mumbled against Emilie's neck. "This is all about you. God...you look so fucking perfect in our bed."
Emilie emitted a stuttered groan and rolled her hips at Dom's words. She was taking. Taking her pleasure from him and forcing him to keep up. He was being driven to the very edge and he'd barely gotten his eyes to open all the way.
Dom pushed Emilie's shoulder, bending her over a bit and he felt his hips snap up at the new angle. A whimper was the only sound he made when he came and as he managed to hold his eyes open long enough to watch their captivated.
NC-17
Dom/Emilie (including Billy most of the other Lost and LoTR casts)
Sequel to Secrets and Spies.
Previous Chapters
"I don't need a babysitter." Hannah said testily, watching her newly appointed partner stow his gear in the cargo hold of the private plane.
Sala sighed and pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head. "Good, because that's not what I am."
Hannah scoffed. "Exactly how much is Fox paying you to tag along?"
He flipped the hatch shut and offered her a grin. "Loads."
His smile was infectious and she found herself wondering how someone with so much natural charm ended up as one of Fox's minions. She looked up to find Sala staring down at her. As she started to say something he stopped her with a shake of his head. "Listen, I'm not going to get in your way. Matthew just wants to keep an eye on you. He's got too much tied up in the deaths of those three and your little investigation in London got him spooked." He looked away from her for a moment, eyes scanning the deserted landing strip. "Just think of me as back up, okay?"
Hannah nodded and made her way up the steep steps outside the plane, pondering why exactly Sala had called his boss 'Matthew' instead of Fox like everyone else. "Why do you really think he's paying you loads of money anyway?" She mused aloud.
She could feel his voice rumble in his chest as he pressed behind her inside the cramped quarters of the cabin's entrance way. His tone made her shiver. "Oh, I'm worth it."
*****
"Why won't you let me do this?!"
"Because you're too wound up for a start." The General answered, the perfectly calm opposition to Ian's frantic desperation. "And let's not mention the fact that these marks know you and would recognize your face a mile away."
Ian slumped, defeated, against the lush cushions of the couch, one of the many fine furnishings in The General's office. "Like it would matter. They'd be dead before they could do anything about it."
The General gave him a hard look. "That's not the point and you know it."
Ian leaned his head against the back of the couch and let his eyes fall shut. He let out a frustrated sigh. "You're letting me head up the tact team, though, right?" He heard some papers shuffle on the desk, the General clearing his throat, and a most definite avoiding of his question. "Right?" He pressed, sitting up to glare at the older man.
"Yes, Ian. Yes, you're heading up the tact team." He answered shortly. "What more do you want me to say? I refuse to let your emotions cloud your judgment on this job and that means you're not going anywhere near the op and that is the last thing I'll-"
A buzzing sounded from the intercom on the desk, and the secretary in the lobby announced they had visitors.
The General stood up and ran a hand down his tie, smoothing it out. "It's the mercenaries I hired. Try not to be petty about all of this." He warned.
Ian stood, pasting a smile on his face. "I'm a professional." He assured him.
The doors swung open and as soon as they did a young girl with brown hair, not more than Ian's own age, rushed into the room and launched herself into the General's arms.
"It's good to see you, Dad." She mumbled, face buried against the General's shoulder.
Ian was too stunned to say anything but the other man who'd entered the room didn't seem to have a problem finding the right words.
"Huh. Well doesn't that just beat all."
*****
Billy woke up to the most pleasant sensation.
Emilie was kissing the soft skin of his belly, he could feel the silken trail of her hair all across his chest, and...Christ he was already hard. He pushed his hips up against Emilie's and felt more than heard her gasp in response. She pushed against his shoulder, rolling him onto his back and then, with the most graceful movement, swung her leg over his thighs to straddle him.
"Fuck me, Billy." She said breathlessly and dropped down onto his stiff cock.
He couldn't even breathe for a moment and as his head lolled on the pillow his eyes locked with Dom's. "Good morning, Bills." The lad murmured before capturing his mouth in a kiss. Emilie was shifting against him, leaning down to nuzzle at the back of Dom's neck.
Billy threaded his fingers through Dom's hair and tugged, pulling him away. "Get behind her, Dommie." He growled.
Dom pushed the blankets away from his waist, away from all three of them, causing the soft, white sheets to flutter to the floor. He slid behind Emilie, gripping her hips and lifting her up and down to meet Billy's every thrust.
"C'mon, Billy. I know you're close." Dom mumbled against Emilie's neck. "This is all about you. God...you look so fucking perfect in our bed."
Emilie emitted a stuttered groan and rolled her hips at Dom's words. She was taking. Taking her pleasure from him and forcing him to keep up. He was being driven to the very edge and he'd barely gotten his eyes to open all the way.
Dom pushed Emilie's shoulder, bending her over a bit and he felt his hips snap up at the new angle. A whimper was the only sound he made when he came and as he managed to hold his eyes open long enough to watch their captivated.