Her fingers laced through my hair, pressing my mouth harder against her clit. “Just like that,” she begged. “Oh shit, Emory. Just like that.”
I sucked her more, working that clit, my fingers fucking her deeply. She rolled her hips along with me, pressing my face closer against her. I could feel her whole body tensing and relaxing, getting deeper and deeper into it as I kept pushing her, fucking her, and sucking her.
There was nothing sexier than Tara moaning as I ate that pussy. My cock was hard as fuck as I sucked and licked her, and she was moving her hips faster, her body squirming. I could taste her getting hotter and hotter, her pussy soaking wet, my tongue working faster. I sucked her hard and licked her. Then I pressed my fingers deep, fucking her faster, pressing deeper and harder.
“Oh fuck, Emory,” she moaned. “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I’m so close.”
“Not a chance, princess,” I said. “I want you to come for me.”
“Please, fuck me.”
I fucked her with my fingers, pressing them deep, making her whole body tremble. “Not today, princess. Come in my fucking mouth, girl.”
I went back down on her, licking and sucking, working that clit, my fingers fucking her deep. Her hands got tight in my hair, pressing my face harder against her pussy, her hips rolling in circles. Her body moved along with my mouth and fingers, and I could tell she was getting closer and closer.
I moved forward, rolling her legs up, pushing her hips into the air like I was going to fuck her. Instead, I held her legs up like that with one hand while I licked her pussy top to bottom and then pressed my fingers deep inside her. Rolled back like that, I could fuck her pussy hard and deep with my fingers while I sucked and licked her clit, getting a good angle.
That drove her fucking wild. Her moans got louder and she grabbed the sheets, gripping them hard. I kept her legs back like that and kept fucking that tight, wet pussy as I licked her clit.
“Oh god. Oh god, Emory. I’m going to come,” she moaned.
I didn’t let up. I just sucked and licked that clit faster, fucked her harder with my fingers, worked that pussy faster. She moaned loudly as her whole body started to tremble, and I loved it as she fucking came on my mouth and tongue. I worked that pussy, fucking her deeper, licking and sucking that clit as she came. I ate that pussy mercilessly, loving every fucking second of it as she had a fat, trembling orgasm.
Slowly I let her legs down as her orgasm passed. She lay there panting as I stood up, grinning down at her. She had that sexy fucking dazed look on her face, and her cheeks were totally flushed. She looked back at me, her mouth hanging open.
“And how was that, princess?”
“Fuck” was all she could say.
I laughed and leaned forward to kiss her. “Yeah. I thought so.”
Just then there was a knock at the door.
“Shit,” Tara said.
I gave her a look. “Relax. It’s Travis.”
“I don’t want him to know!”
“You think he hasn’t noticed anything yet?” I asked, smirking at her.
She blushed deeper. “I’m not ashamed. I’m just embarrassed.” She stood up. “I’ll be in the bathroom.”
I laughed as she scampered off and then shut the bathroom door behind her. I turned and opened the door.
“Captain,” Travis said.
“Spot anything?”
“Negative,” he said. “I need a couple hours sleep before we go over there, though.”
“Me too,” I said. “Here’s the other key.” I tossed it to him. “I’ll stay in here.”
“I’m sure you will.” He grinned at me.
“Two hours and we’ll go.”
“Got it.” He turned and left.
I shut and locked the door behind him and then collapsed onto the bed.
Exhaustion absolutely overwhelmed my body. I set the little alarm on the bedside table for two hours and then stared up at the ceiling. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept.
I had the vague notion that I should wait up. I wanted Tara to come out, straddle my cock, and slide that wet pussy down along my length.
Instead, I fell asleep before I even realized I was nodding off.
The alarm yanked me back to consciousness.
I reached up fast and shut it off. It took me a second to remember what I was doing and where I was.
Tara was sleeping next to me. She stirred, but the alarm hadn’t woken her up.
I quickly got out of bed, still wearing my clothes. I checked my pistol and my knife and then got a pen and paper from one of the drawers.
Tara, we’re checking on your parents. Do not leave this room. I will be back soon. Emory.
I left the note on the bed next to her and then silently slipped out of the room.
Travis was leaning up against the second-floor railing as I shut the door behind me.
“How’s the girl?” he asked.
“Sleeping like a fucking baby,” I said.
“Good.” He frowned. “Ready?”
I nodded and followed him down the stairs.
We didn’t bother talking. We both knew what was necessary.
Cooper not answering when Travis had called him was very, very bad. There was no reason why Coop would be out of radio range, let alone not calling back.
It meant he was probably compromised. What had happened to him, we couldn’t guess. He might just be injured somewhere, or possibly chasing down Omar and unable to talk, but we were both assuming the worst.
It was a short drive out to Tara’s place. We did a quick sweep in the car of the neighborhood but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
“What do you think?” Travis asked me as we slowed and parked a few houses down.
“I think we go in,” I said. “If it’s a trap, we’ll handle it. Coop might not have much time.”
Travis nodded slowly. “That was my thinking too.”
“Listen, Travis,” I said. “You’ve done a lot already. You don’t need to come with me.”
He snorted. “Fuck you, captain. I’d never abandon a mission.”
I grinned at him. “Yeah, I know. Come on.”
I climbed out of the car, Travis on my heels. We moved together toward the house, trying to keep it casual so as not to draw attention to ourselves. My head was on a swivel as we moved, but I didn’t notice anything unusual at all. As far as I could tell, it was just another normal suburban neighborhood.
We got close to the house and moved up toward the door fast. Travis moved around toward the back of the house, checking the windows as he went. I listened for the signal from him and heard a soft whistle, something that sounded almost like a bird.
I picked the lock in no time and then slowly pushed the door open, moving in.
My gun was out and ready, barrel pointed forward. I stepped into the entryway and shut the door behind me.
Nothing looked different or out of place. Nothing was knocked over or moved at all. The blood in the formal living room was gone, cleaned up by the team Blackfire had sent.
I did a quick sweep of that room and then moved back to the steps and climbed them, staying low and silent. I didn’t hear a single sound from upstairs as I made it to the landing.
I cleared each room, one after the next. Each room looked totally normal, the beds made, everything clean. If something bad had happened in the house, there was no sign of a struggle.