I Spy a Dark Obsession

handsome face.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before, so start singing another tune for me or life is going to get unpleasant for you, Lenny.” Pause. “Shit flows straight downhill, you know that. Get me a lead on this cock-sucker, or I’m going to have to switch to a more reliable snitch.”

“Reliable snitch? Is that an oxymoron?” Katrina whispered in Bastian’s ear.

Michael looked up and saw them standing there. “Listen, I gotta go. Call me soon.” Hanging up, he took in their gloomy expressions. “What?”

Katrina waved a hand at him. “Have you eaten at all today? Something more than a bar of that cardboard granola, I mean.”

“Sure. I had a banana.” His jaw was set stubbornly.

“When?”

“Earlier.”

“Like, yesterday, I’ll bet.” When he didn’t deny the charge, she regarded him with a mixture of love and exasperation written on her face. Walking over to him, she sat in his lap, and his arms went around her. Linking her arms around his neck, she nuzzled his ear. “If you don’t eat right and get some sleep, you’re not going to have any fuel for the fun stuff.”

“I will always have the energy to play, sexy, so don’t worry. But I also want the three of us to feel safe stepping off the property, and in order for that to happen—”

“We know, the asshole has to be caught. Might go faster if you’d let us help,” she pointed out.

Their lover shook his head. “No. I went that route once before and look how it turned out,” he said, gesturing to Bastian. “No way is that happening again.”

Bastian struggled not to take it as a slap against his ability as an agent or an affront to his masculinity, and failed. He knew Michael’s heart was in the right place, but the man’s attitude was tough on his bruised ego. “I’m not a child. I’m a man, a trained agent, and in spite of the last fiasco, I’m damned good at what I do.” Anger crept into his tone. “I’m almost healed, so let me do what I can. What you hired me for.”

“Believe me, I know you’re all man.” When Michael’s teasing didn’t produce the smile he’d hoped for, he relented. “Okay, I’ll compromise. You oversee my office from here, take over this list I’ve got going with leads from some of our contacts. I’ll hit the street and see what I can learn from there. That’s the deal — take it or leave it.”

Bastian returned his arch stare. “That doesn’t sound much like a compromise. But I’ll take it if you take Blaze with you and promise to at least wear a disguise. And if you swear you’ll book it home at the first sign of trouble.”

“Done.”

“When will you go?”

“Tomorrow night. I’ll call Emma and get her to come along and bring some simple things, like street clothing and a wig.”

“That should work. Anything we can do now?” he asked, including Katrina in the question.

“Not at the moment, thanks.”

“Take a break and come to the pool with us?” she asked hopefully.

“Later, okay? I’m going to chase a few more leads and then see what Mrs. Beasley has to eat. I’ll be along as soon as I can.”

She exchanged a knowing look with Bastian. Their guy was running himself into the ground. Sliding off Michael’s lap, she stood and poked a finger in his chest. “You’ve got two hours, or we’re coming to drag you away from here. Got it?”

His lips quirked. “Yes, dear.”

After giving him a slow kiss, she turned and marched out. Bastian smirked at his partner. “Better listen. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of her temper when she’s pissed.”

“We will eventually. We’re guys,” his friend quipped. “But I won’t risk bringing her wrath down on my head any sooner than necessary.”

“Good plan. See you later.” They exchanged a smile that went straight to Bastian’s cock. God, the man was like a piece of chocolate — smooth, tasty, and hard to resist.

“Definitely.” He made the one word seem like a delicious fact.

Bastian sauntered out, his mood much improved with the headway they’d made with their lover. Michael had said he’d share the load and take a break, and he wasn’t a man to go against his word. The day was beginning to improve.

At the pool, he joined his lady, and things took a definite turn for the better. They dove and splashed for a while, chasing each other and generally horsing around. When Katrina decided to swim a few laps, he gave in to the temptation of enjoying the warm day. Venturing onto the patio, he spread his towel in the grass off to one side, and, removing his trunks, sprawled on his back. Gloriously naked, he basked like a lizard for about five minutes before a shadow loomed over him.

“You’re going to sunburn the important bits, and then where will we be?”

Opening his eyes, he squinted at the beautiful redhead. “I don’t suppose you have any suggestions on how to provide me with shade, do you?”

“Oh, I believe I have just the thing.”

Bastian’s cock thickened as Katrina peeled off her bikini bottoms and top, tossing them over his discarded trunks. She stalked him like a graceful cat until she stood over him, one foot on either side of his hips. The position gave him an unrestricted view of everything the woman had been blessed with, which was quite stunning indeed.

“Bring yourself down here, baby.”

She lowered herself to sit straddling his thighs, his turgid cock poking up in front of her insistently. Her fingers found his sac and kneaded. Manipulated his balls with delicious pressure. She moved to crouch between his legs and grasped his aching shaft with her other hand, squeezing. He moaned low in his throat, his shaft throbbing. His entire body was strung tense as a bowstring from wanting this pleasure with her for the past four days.

Fisting him, she pumped his length from head to base. Slow and excruciating. Building the heat of silken friction. Bending, she flicked out her pink tongue and tasted the broad head. Licked a drop of pre-cum, causing mini shocks to zip down his shaft.

Out of the corner of his eye, a movement caught his attention. Turning his head, he got another shock — John, Michael’s hunky security man, standing frozen at the edge of the patio, a big erection tenting the front of his khaki slacks. Katrina followed Bastian’s gaze and smiled invitingly.

“Well, hello. Like what you see?” she purred.

The man nodded in mute fascination, eyes wide.

“Why don’t you pull up a seat and enjoy?”

With that, she took Bastian in her mouth. He was certain he’d die from the sheer ecstasy of her expert sucking, not to mention the arousal they’d caused in their voyeur. He groaned, lifting his hips, granting her better access, and the man a better view. Silently pledged his body to her wishes. Fascinated, he watched his cock disappear between her sensual lips, loving the warm, slick sheath sucking him, her shiny red hair pulled to the side in a way that ensured his view. Did John like what he saw?

A quick glance gave him the answer. John was sitting on a lounger, pants opened and pushed to his hips, and he was fisting his own gorgeous cock with enthusiasm.

“Sexy,” Bastian whispered, and the man groaned.

John was a captive audience, observing Katrina kneeling between his splayed thighs, eating him like a stick of candy. Enjoying the show. The idea torched Bastian from head to toe, and he hissed, grabbing a fistful of the towel underneath him. He nearly lost control, so close to shooting down his lover’s slim throat, and was forced to urge her gently from his sensitized cock.

“Easy. I want to last.” He pointed to the towel. “On your hands and knees?”

“Mmm, with pleasure.” She knelt, ass in the air, making sure John would see everything from his angle.

Bastian inhaled, loving the rich scent of her arousal as she spread her legs. The sun played on her sleek skin, illuminated the pink, glistening slit so wet and ready for his cock. The animal in him snarled, demanding that he fuck her hard and fast in front of the handsome security man, show him what belonged to Bastian.