The instant he hears the sound of a lock snicking open, Casey’s awake
and fully alert. His hand reaches out and grips hold of his weapon, but after
listening for a second he smiles knowingly and replaces it in the nightstand
drawer. Sitting up, he tugs off his tee shirt and shoves it under the pillow
then lies down and pulls the sheet back over him. Naked except for a pair of
shorts he waits, his heart beating faster with excitement, pumping blood into
his cock until it begins to stiffen up without any encouragement needed from
his hand.
When two shadowy figures appear at the bedroom doorway, Casey suppresses another smile and closes his eyes, listening to the stifled drunken giggling as he breathes slow and steady, faking deep sleep. He hears footsteps approach the bed and the distinctive sound of clothing being shucked off, interspersed by soft kissing, makes his cock firm up ready for action.
“Our big boy’s sleeping like a baby,” whispers Sarah as the sheet is pulled free. “Look, Carina. He’s dreaming about us already.” She giggles again and Casey can feel fingertips stroking his hard on through the thin material of his underwear. He loves it when they want to play with him.
The lamp clicks on, illuminating the room in a low wattage glow, and he opens his eyes blearily. He should win an Oscar for these acting skills.
“Go back to sleep, Johnny,” murmurs Carina as she strokes his forehead with a gentle palm and even that tiny gesture ups his arousal a notch or two.
“I want him to wake up now,” says Sarah, the alcohol making her uncharacteristically petulant. Casey forces back a grin because a drunk Sarah is incredibly impatient and also very dirty.
“Not just yet, baby,” comes the placatory response and he can hear more of that making out which is steadily driving him insane.
They stop kissing and start whispering to each other and Casey may not be able to pick out the words but he can tell from the volume of the girls’ voices that Carina is closest to him. She must be the one tugging at the waistband of his boxers and sliding them down over his legs.
“He has such a pretty cock.” Sarah’s voice is slightly slurred and Casey wonders exactly how much they had to drink tonight.
Fingers slither up and down him and he’s really getting into it when there’s a sharp slapping noise and the hand job ends abruptly. Seething a little, he daydreams about how much fun he’s going to have punishing them later.
“I said not yet,” hisses Carina and her voice is accompanied by the sound of ripping.
“We’ll have to buy him another pair of lucky shorts now,” sniggers Sarah.
“I think he’s had enough luck in these to last a full lifetime.” There’s a second dirtier laugh and Casey has to work hard not to join in because it’s all true. He’s got laid more times than he can count wearing the joke present the girls bought him last year.
Both his arms are unexpectedly raised above his head and he squints a little and catches a glimpse of Carina who’s leaning over him, her breasts pushing out of the top of the sexiest piece of underwear Casey’s ever seen. The girl secures his wrists to the wrought iron bars using what must be strips of his shredded boxers and as the material twists around his ankles Casey thanks God he chose this particular bed. It’s built for some serious fun.
“Hey, Johnny, it’s playtime,” whispers Carina as she blows gently in his ear.
Half-opening his eyes, he does his best impression of a man woken from sleep by two gorgeous drunken women. “Wha’?” he mumbles as he looks groggily around him.
Carina’s lying next to him, lifting one leg after the other as she sheds her sheer lacy-topped stockings like snake-skin. Sarah snatches them out of her hands and straddles Casey, folding the nylon and inserting it between his lips.
“Lift up,” she says and he obeys, rearing against her, almost close enough to bury his face between her cleavage. The makeshift gag is tied tightly and as she moves back a little he lunges for her, but is restrained by the bindings.
Carina watches the play as she runs a finger in sensuous circles over the tiny triangle of emerald green that’s covering her bush. She’s dressed like a French whore in a tight satin corset and Casey has a serious fetish for that look. Maybe he’s mentioned it in the past or maybe, once again, he’s just lucked out.
In complete contrast Sarah is wearing a simple black lace bra and panties but, hell, she has a body worth dying over, worth killing over and Casey wants her now. Her arse is nuzzling the tip of his cock and if she’d just wriggle back and slide down onto him he’d be in fucking heaven.
She begins to move exactly the way he’s hoping for, but then slithers further down his body until she’s resting on his thighs. Now Carina joins in with the game, sitting astride his abdomen and facing away from him, her fingers stroking the hair on his belly. They’re both painfully close to his cock which lies throbbing and slippery with pre-come in between them, begging for attention.
“You look so pretty, baby,” says Carina as she pulls Sarah toward her and when their lips make contact Casey can hear a delicious soft sucking that’s a dynamite kick to his arousal. Filled with a mixture of fascination and frustration, he watches Carina move lower and as her mouth kisses a path over glassy smooth skin, Sarah stretches her neck gracefully and throws her head back in pleasure.
Fighting against the silk ties, Casey snarls around a mouthful of nylon stocking. He’s hosting this damn party so he should at least get to have some of the fun.
Sarah moans excitedly and Casey knows that Carina is teasing her nipples, he also has a feeling from the way the muscles in her arm are moving that Carina has a hand inside Sarah’s panties.
Apparently forgetting that he’s even in the bedroom with them, the girls wrap themselves up in each other and roll over sideways. Sarah ends up on top and nuzzles at Carina’s breasts then kisses downwards, parting the girl’s slim thighs before extending her pink tongue and licking at the satin panel of those panties.
Casey’s eyes darken along with the green material and once again he fights to get free. Sarah looks up and reaches out a hand to caress him. “Be patient, John,” she whispers in this sultry voice that doesn’t improve Casey’s resilience in the slightest.
Raising Carina’s thighs a little, Sarah settles herself between the girl’s legs, mouthing at the gusset then pushing the material to one side and kissing every inch of pussy with gentle swipes of tongue and lips.
The moans from Carina and Casey are simultaneous. Sarah gives a contented sigh then goes to work, making Carina thrash and thrust and churn out these filthy, dirty words of encouragement that have Casey flushing and near enough coming without the aid of any stimulation.
He’s gonna get them for this. He’s gonna get them so hard they won’t be able to walk for a week.
When Carina cries out from climax, Casey becomes so furiously frustrated that he manages to rip a hand clear of its bindings. Reaching out his free arm, he grabs Sarah and pulls her up the bed until she’s on top of him. She smiles and leans in, running the tip of her tongue over his gagged mouth until the taste of girl come and wine drives him to distraction, but then all that aggravation suddenly seeps away when his cock is enveloped in warm drenched velvet. He peers through the curtain of blonde hair to see Carina kneeling astride him, her body arched like the statue of a fallen angel as she rides him hard.
“Hey!” retorts Sarah as she looks over her shoulder and while she’s distracted, Casey unties his other wrist and pulls the gag away from his mouth.
“I’m sorry, baby.” Carina blinks her cat’s eyes innocently. “I needed him.”
She squeezes every muscle to full contraction and rides Casey so athletically that he has to use all known tricks in the book not to come. Her body trembles around him as she cries out more softly this time and then, spent, she collapses forward, draping herself over her friend’s back.
“What would you like first?” murmurs Casey as Sarah is propelled towards him, so close that their lips are almost touching. “My mouth or my cock?”
Obviously surprised to see him free, she gazes down, wide-eyed and gorgeous, and it’s so unsettling that Casey has to force himself to look away. He needs to stop thinking about how perfect she is. You don’t have feelings in this business, you just have sex. As Sarah wriggles away from him, he watches her crawl down the bed like an exotic sex kitten, and, hell, he can’t stop himself from wanting all of her. He wishes he could.
Angered from his lack of self-control he loses his temper. “Untie me,” he demands and Carina frowns at the sudden attack of grouchiness, but she obliges, freeing his ankles so that he can sit up and build a tower of pillows to lean back on.
Sarah kneels on all fours between his spread legs and kisses the tip of his cock. Just that tiny sensation causes a stream of pre-come to trickle out and she smiles and glosses her lips with it.
“Have you got any toys, baby?” asks Carina.
“In my purse,” replies Sarah and Casey’s relieved that she fielded that question. There are some things a man likes to keep personal.
Sarah looks up, smiling as if she knows his secrets, then runs her tongue lazily round the head of his cock. She’s great at blow jobs--has exactly the right balance of gentle power--and Casey stares at her mouth which is sliding in slow motion up and down his shaft. Carding his fingers through her hair, he keeps it brushed back away from her face so he can see everything and commit it to memory, then, all of a sudden she gasps a little, throating him deeply and, startled by the surprise sensation, Casey looks up to see Carina crouching at the foot of the bed, her mouth busy licking Sarah’s pussy.
They settle into a comfortably slow sex session. It won’t stay this relaxed, it never does, but for now this leisurely fuck suits Casey’s mood. Locking fingers together around the back of his neck, he gives Sarah free rein to do exactly what she wants with him.
Her fingers rub at his shaft and tug at his balls as she drives him to the edge of orgasm over and over again, then the hum of a vibrator ups the level of play and when Sarah cries out around a mouthful of him, his arms are ready to hold her as she crawls back up the bed and sinks down onto his cock, seating herself in his lap.
She’s like a spring coiled tightly around him and as she begins to rock and writhe, he struggles to keep control. Her face is flushed from sex, eyes shining bright, and when he wraps an arm around her waist and bends his head to kiss each swollen nipple she comes with a cry of delight.
Summoning up the remains of his will power, he lays her down on the bed, positioning himself then pushing in with one sudden jerk of his hips. Five or six thrusts later he gives in and comes hard and afterwards, when the muscles in his arms are shaking too much to hold him up, he slumps down, curling around her slender body and nestling into the side of her neck as he falls asleep.
~~~
The next time Casey opens his eyes it’s to a very pretty vision. Both girls are naked, entwined together with Carina on top, and as they undulate against each other he can see the tip of the vibrator peeking out from between downy pubic hair as they share the toy. It looks almost as if they’re having penetrative sex and, as he strokes himself to erection, Casey wonders how much he’d pay to see that -- Sarah wearing a strap on, up on her knees as she takes Carina like a bitch. Hell, he’s almost coming at the thought.
To take his mind off the sudden urge to bring himself off all over them, he reaches an arm under the bed and pulls out a plastic storage box. It contains all kinds of fun stuff--the type that can keep a federal agent occupied on lonely missions--and he looks thoughtfully at the items, but restrains himself and takes out just a couple of things.
As he stows the box safely back under the bed, the look on Sarah’s face when sex toys were mentioned insinuates its way into Casey’s head and he knows without a doubt that she’s been snooping. Fuck! That girl’s gonna pay. His face twists into a wicked smirk as leans up on an elbow and pumps out a trickle of lube onto his cock.
Placing the dispenser back on the nightstand Casey works the slick over his erection then wraps a fist around the fat shaft, pulling at himself languorously as he watches the girls kiss deeply and grind those gorgeous bodies together. He knows them well, can see how absolutely absorbed they are in each other, and he bides his time waiting for that ideal moment.
A few strokes of his cock later the perfect time arrives. Kneeling up, he wraps his arms around Carina’s slight body and lifts her away from Sarah, dropping her down onto all fours and cuffing her hands behind her back in one sleek movement. She fights like a wildcat, attacking him with a flurry of kicks, and it’s hard work restraining her with his hands all slippery from lube, but eventually he wins out and pushes her down onto the pillows. She’s so ferociously sexy that he can’t resist sinking his cock straight into her.
“Casey, you big fuck, get off me,” she screams, but with his fingers teasing her swollen clit and his cock pounding into her she gives in, whimpering though gritted teeth and then letting out these little cries of pleasure that work a path straight to Casey’s tightening balls.
The hum of the vibrator changes in pitch and he glances over at Sarah who is sprawled across the sheet, all silky pale skin and blonde tousled hair. As she watches the action she runs the head of that dildo over her pussy and Casey can’t for the life of him figure out how the girl can make such an erotic act seem so innocent. Upping the tempo of the fuck, he pushes Carina until she’s on the point of coming and then he withdraws both cock and fingers, eliciting a grumble of frustration from the girl.
“Turnabout equals fair play in my world,” he says with a smirk as he spanks her hard on her raised bottom.
The answer is muffled by pillows, but he has a feeling the words are mostly expletives and smiles in satisfaction when the girl sulkily turns away from him
“Your turn now, C.I.A..” He grins and snatches the vibrator away then picks Sarah up in his arms. “Wanna play?” he asks as she clings on tight, making him feel stronger than ever.
“Uh huh,” Sarah nods and licks those rosy lips of hers.
Straddling his knees she leans in closer to kiss him, the heady taste of sex driving him crazy. They swipe tongues together until he’s completely lost in her then all of a sudden she twists viciously to the right and flattens him with a forearm.
“No you don’t,” he growls, his heart thumping hard making the blood sing in his veins as he grabs hold of her and pulls her down, subduing her with his strength. They lie on their sides facing each other, their breath coming in furious excitable gasps then Sarah hooks a leg over him and shimmies down, taking his cock deep inside her.
“No more tricks?” he murmurs and the girl shakes her head then, canting her hips, she drags him closer.
They screw slowly and Casey watches the way her eyes flutter as his fingers wander over her body, gently pinching her nipples and rubbing at her clit in these lazy feather-light movements that have her panting for more. Then, when she’s least expecting it, he grabs a wrist and cuffs her right arm to the bars of the headboard.
“Fuck you, Casey,” she yells, her voice loud enough to wake the Bartowskis.
“Shit,” he shouts as Carina savages his triceps and he frowns when Sarah’s lips curl up into a smile.
The sudden pain coming from the back of his arm almost makes him twist around to extricate himself from the mouth of the little D.E.A. bitch, but he if he does that then he’ll be in real trouble. No way is he falling for their combined wiles; two women working together are dangerous enough but two female agents are a lethal proposition.
With Carina’s teeth still sunk into his muscle he snaps the second bracelet around Sarah’s wrist until she’s lying immobilised on her stomach, her arms outstretched. Her arse is cute enough to be distracting and Casey allows himself a lingering look at the view before tackling Carina.
Evading those wildcat jaws, he manoeuvres the girl until she’s lying butted up to Sarah with her hands still cuffed behind her, then picks up the paddle from the nightstand and whacks her once on the swell of both cheeks. A new string of curse words escape those pretty lips but Casey knows from the wiggle of her bottom and the slight spreading of her thighs that she’s waiting for more. The girl is so easy to play.
He kneels up astride her legs and spanks her again and again, his whole body shaking with excitement as she lets out this sudden gasp of excitement. Her head is turned and she’s looking at Sarah and the way they’re drooling over each other makes Casey’s cock throb and trickle out droplets of fluid onto Carina’s thigh.
Leaning forward and bracing himself on a hand, he nudges his hips just enough to ease his hard on between the cleft of Carina’s rosy pink butt cheeks. She sucks in a breath as the tip of his cock presses against her hole and he slinks his hips from side to side, teasing her relentlessly with the temptation of getting some good hard butt sex. She adores it and he does too, but she’s not getting any tonight. Not after biting him the way she did.
Leaving Carina alone with her pent up frustration, Casey lays on his back and lifts Sarah until she’s sitting on his face, his mouth working oh so slowly at her pussy until she whining and rubbing her clit against his lips. Each slip of his tongue winds her up more until she’s riding his mouth so hard he’s almost suffocating. It’s more pleasurable than it should be and his cock fills to painful hardness. The clanking of the metal cuffs excites him further and when Carina snarls with frustrated anger and seats herself on his erection Casey’s hips buck up involuntarily and he stops thinking and gives in to the sex.
This second fuck is hard and dirty. The time for teasing Sarah is over, and quitting the gentle play he slaps her pretty arse and begins licking her with slow precision until she’s coming into his mouth, his fingers pushing deep inside and bringing her off. The feel of her body fluttering around him is enough to trigger the start of his orgasm and he bucks up into Carina’s body, fucking her hard and feeling her tighten around him as her own climax builds.
Afterwards, as soon as he's recovered enough to think, he slides clear of the girls and uncuffs them then collapses back down into the pile of warm bodies, pulling a comforter around the three of them. The only time he sleeps deeply is after a bout of seriously strenuous sex. It’s a dangerous pastime in his line of work, but the release it gives him makes it worthwhile and he slides into oblivion, able to relax and forget everything for the remains of the night.
~~~
Morning brings with it the inevitability of a lonely bed and as he escapes to the shower Casey wonders how much longer he can keep doing this. It hurts more every time.
DONE