Bash concentrated on the face of his watch as he slid his dick into Gretchen. She’d lied, as he predicted, about how tight her pussy was. Still, a mediocre lay was better than jacking himself off.
“Oh yes. Oh god, yes.” Gretchen chanted, her face sliding along the waxed wood of the table. She prided herself on knowing a man’s needs, when to add teeth and when to scream her head off. Bash was a man of control, that much she was certain, and needed constant assurance he remained rooted in it.
Slamming his eyes shut, Bash tried to ignore Gretchen's fake cries, which matched the tits she carried around in her bra, shifting his focus to his slowly building orgasm.
“Harder, Sebastian. Fuck me harder.”
Stopping his thrusts long enough to grip her hips with both hands, Bash sucked his bottom lip between his teeth before slamming into her so hard he felt the side of the desk lift. Glancing down, Bash watched as his dick repeatedly disappeared into Gretchen, his deliberate thrusts bringing about a tingling in his balls and rendering Gretchen gloriously silent. Three monumental thrusts later, Bash slapped Gretchen’s ass as he came hard, stilling long enough to allow the euphoria to wash over him.
Gretchen knew her hips would be black and blue in the morning. However, as she continued to lay on the unforgivingly hard surface, her current orgasm still spasming, she couldn’t give two shits.
Reaching down, Bash gripped the shaft of his cock, keeping the latex intact as he pulled himself out and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
Pushing herself off the desk, Gretchen removed her clothing, ready to convince Sebastian to have another round.
Tossing the condom into the toilet, Bash watched as the tied-off latex swirled the bowl before disappearing into the sewer. He was extraordinarily careful after one of his teammates was saddled with a psychotic client, who had stolen a used condom from his trash and inserted the contents into herself.
Washing his hands, Bash took a look at his reflection in the mirror, combing his wet fingers through his dark locks. He hoped Gretchen had made herself scarce as he wasn’t the type of guy to cuddle after fucking.
As he exited the bathroom, the cellphone in his pocket began to vibrate. Glancing at the screen, he nearly ignored the unknown number until his gaze landed on a naked Gretchen lying haphazardly in his leather chair.
“Hello?”
“I’m looking for Bash Kelly.”
“Yes, how can I help you?”
“Hey, man, it’s Grant Malone. We met at a tactical convention in Los Angeles a few years ago.”
“Yeah, I remember, it’s been a while. Can you give me a second?”
Bash didn’t wait for Grant to answer, laying his hand over the microphone, tipping his head toward the door. “I need to take this, it’s important.”
Staring at Bash through disbelieving eyes, Gretchen opened and closed her mouth several times as she dropped her heeled feet to the floor. She worked hard to look good, her tight body evident of the time and money she’d invested in her appearance. Standing to her full height, flames of frustration began to fan inside her chest. She wanted Sebastian, and what Gretchen Lewis wanted, Gretchen Lewis got. Tossing on her blouse, Gretchen swayed her hips as she made her way toward Bash.
“I’ll come by later. Make sure everything is working properly,” palming Bash’s crotch as she spoke the latter. Pushing up on her tiptoes, Gretchen attempted to press her lips to his.
Jerking his head to the side, Bash avoided Gretchen’s goodbye kiss, sending her an annoyed glare instead.
With more determination than ever, Gretchen returned his glare with a sexy smile, a plan to wear him down solidifying in her head.
“You were saying,” Bash barked into the phone, not bothering to wait for the sound of the closing door.
“If this is a bad time,” Grant started, having heard the female voice in the background.
“Nah, you’re good.” Dropping his body into the chair Gretchen vacated, Bash spun around, taking an admiring look outside the window.
“Sorry to call you out of the blue, but I ran across your security application with the city.”
“Oh?” Sitting up straight in his chair, “Is there a problem?”
“Nah, man, you’re good to go with the city. However, I'm curious as to what kind of security services you’re offering?”
“Oh, you know, alarms, background checks, the occasional bodyguard.” Killing mad men when they get out of hand, he finished inside his head.
“What about cyber-crimes, I recall you were skilled in that area during our training.”
“We do, yes.”
