Page 44 of Kept By The Agents

He shrugged. "Anyone who knows about me."

My frown deepened as I thought that over. "How many people know about you?"

He chuckled softly. "Not many."

I didn't bother to respond. My throat was dry and my stomach roiled. "I'm going back to sleep." He nodded absentmindedly as I went back to the bed and crawled under the covers. There was nothing I could do to help right now and staying awake just meant I'd worry the entire time he worked. Better to lose myself in oblivion.

I didn't know how long I slept, but when the bed dipped beside me, I woke up. Turning toward Weaver, I asked sleepily, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah. Go back to sleep."

"Can't," I sighed, half asleep already. "Need a hug."

I wasn't normally so cuddly, but I'd been touch deprived for a long time and this was one of the few men I'd been near who I could actually stand. A smile formed on my face as his arms went around me, tugging me closer to his body. I all but purred and stretched against the warmth of his body. He was hard where I was soft and it felt good. My hands moved on their own, burrowing under his shirt and running over smooth muscle.

"What are you doing, Cat?"

"Nothing," I replied. The sleep fog had lifted from my mind and my body was fully awake. I'd never finished giving myself that orgasm from before and I could feel every heartbeat pounding away in my clit. It had been so long since someone other than myself had gotten me off.

His hands tensed on my back and I knew he was about to let me go. That wasn't what I wanted at all. I wanted him to touch me, make me forget everything but him for a little while. It wasn't playing fair. We were in bed. Wrapped up together. And I knew he wanted me. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. He was just worried about pissing Suave off. Well, fuck Suave. He'd given up on us a long time ago. I wasn't his anymore, so he had no say in who I slept with.

Weaver lips were warm and soft under mine. He didn't respond at first, but when I nipped his lower lip, he growled low in his throat. "Shit," he hissed, his hands tunneling through my hair and gripping me tight. His tongue swept into my mouth and I moaned as he took control of the kiss.

My hands moved down his back, skimming along the waistband of his pants before dipping under them to cup his ass. He was hard everywhere and I couldn't get enough of touching him. My fingers danced along his back, loving the way his muscles flexed as he shifted until he was lying over me.

He broke the kiss, both of us panting hard. "Are you sure?" he asked, staring down at me with eyes that were almost glowing in the dim light. The computer was still shining, but he must have lowered the brightness of the screen.

"Yes," I whispered, arching up into him. "I need this."

His lips crashed down on mine again and I moaned as my legs parted so he could settle between them. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him down so I could feel all of his body against mine. His cock was hard as steel where it was pressed against me through our clothes and I rocked my hips, trying to get more friction.

Weaver broke the kiss long enough to pull off my shirt, then his own. My fingers traced over his abs, loving the way they jumped under my touch. His hands went to my breasts, squeezing them gently before pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I gasped at the sharp bite of pain that morphed into pleasure as he soothed it with gentle strokes. He bent his head, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard before biting down gently.

The sensation went straight to my clit and I moaned as I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him. I hadn't bothered to wear a bra, or panties, to bed and now I was extra glad for that fact as one of his hands delved beneath my sleep shorts. His fingers were warm against my pussy and he groaned when he found me already wet and ready for him. He stroked through my folds, teasing me as he avoided touching my clit. I whimpered as he pulled his hand away, but then watched as he brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean. "Fuck," he groaned. "You taste so good."

My hips bucked against him and I hissed out a breath as he moved back down my body, pulling my shorts with him. Suave was the only man I'd ever slept with, so it was a little strange to have someone else's lips trailing down over the swell of my belly. But when Weaver's eyes met mine, the doubts that started to rise splintered and fell away. He wasn't going to hurt me. And I deserved a little stress relief.

He settled between my legs, draping them over his shoulders as he pressed kisses along my inner thighs. His tongue darted out, tracing over my skin until he reached my pussy. He blew gently over me and I shivered as goosebumps rose all over my body. Then he leaned in and licked my core in one long stroke before sucking my clit into his mouth. I moaned loudly as pleasure shot through me and he chuckled, the vibration making me gasp. His tongue flicked over my clit before dipping down to tease at my entrance. One of his hands went to my mouth, covering it as he began eating me out.

I moaned against his palm and he groaned as I sucked one of his fingers into my mouth. He continued licking and sucking on me, driving me higher and higher until I was right on the edge, then backing off again. My hips were bucking against him and I whimpered as he continued to tease me.

Finally, when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he thrust two fingers inside my body and latched onto my clit again. I screamed against his hand as my orgasm washed over me, my pussy clenching down hard around his fingers. His hand clamped harder over my mouth, and for some reason that just increased the pleasure I was feeling. He wasn't like Suave and Brandon. He seemed kinder, but in bed? He was taking control in a way I never thought he would. In the back of my mind, I realized it was because he didn't want the other two to hear what we were doing, but I didn't mind so much.

Weaver continued to lick me through my orgasm, drawing it out until I was a boneless heap beneath him. He rose over me, settling between my splayed thighs. "It can end here," he offered.

I could see the concern on his face thanks to the soft glow of the computer screen. My heart melted. He was worried about taking advantage of me. I'd been an emotional wreck when he came into the room and he didn't want me to feel obligated to see this through now that he'd taken the edge off my desire. I was pretty sure I was the one who'd taken advantage of him, though. And I wasn't finished yet.

My hands went to his pants and I quickly shoved them down his hips as far as I could. His cock sprang free and my mouth watered at the sight of it. It was long and thick, with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I licked my lips as I reached for him and he groaned, covering my hand with his own before I could touch him.

"I won't last if you do that," he warned.

I smiled up at him, pulling my hand from beneath his. "Then don't." My hand closed around his dick and he groaned again, louder this time. He was rock hard and so hot against my palm that I shivered. I pumped him a few times, then guided him to my entrance. "Take me," I whispered. "Please. I need this so badly." And I did. He was making me feel alive. And with all the uncertainty around the Raleka, I didn't want to leave this safe little bubble we were in.

He didn't need any further encouragement. His cock nudged against me and I spread my legs wider for him. We both moaned as he pushed inside me slowly, inch by delicious inch. It had been so long since I'd had sex, I could feel myself stretching around him. When he bottomed out inside me, I gasped. He felt so good, filling me up completely.

His eyes met mine and I smiled at the pleasure on his face. He looked almost pained as he began to move, pulling out of me before thrusting back inside. My head fell back against the pillow and my eyes fluttered shut as he began to pick up speed. My hands gripped his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he pounded into me. The bed creaked beneath us, but I didn't care if we woke up the others. This wasn't any of their business.

I moaned as Weaver's cock hit all the right spots inside me. My orgasm was building again, faster this time. I was so close. I could feel it just out of reach. I needed something more to push me over the edge.

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