I look down at his twitching cock and add with a smile, “And good morning to you, too.”
I run one hand from the base of his cock up to the engorged head, tracing the silver markings on his length with my fingertips. They’re more prominent when he’s hard, and I love the texture of them. I lean down to leave open-mouthed kisses along his shaft, starting at the base and working my way up. My lips drag against his skin, my tongue darting out to taste him. I kiss down the other side, taking my time, and his cock twitches and jerks under my attention. The silver markings become even more engorged as I lick over them, and I hear him groan above me. I continue for several minutes, and Zeth watches me with hooded eyes, his breathing getting heavier. I can feel him struggling to stay still.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and guide the head to my lips. I open my mouth as wide as I can and take him in slowly, inch by inch. The girth stretches my jaw, fills my mouth, and I can barely take half his length before my gag reflex threatens. I pause there, breathing through my nose. Then I begin moving. My hand strokes the inches I can’t fit in my mouth while I hollow my cheeks and create suction as I pull back. My tongue works against the underside of his shaft, and I focus on the head, swirling my tongue around the tip. I taste the dark precum beading there, and I take him deeper, relaxing my throat. My hand and mouth work in tandem, and I vary the pressure and speed, paying attention to his reactions.
Zeth sinks his hand into my hair, his fingers tangling in the loose strands. He guides me slowly, setting a rhythm, and his hips jerk, pushing deeper into my mouth. But he doesn’t force me and doesn’t take control completely. He lets me lead, just guiding gently, and I can feel his thighs tense. His breathing becomes ragged, punctuated by low groans.
His muscles coil tighter, his cock swells even more in my mouth, and I know he’s close. I prepare myself, breathing steadily through my nose. I maintain the suction, the stroke of my hand, and the movement of my tongue as best as I can.
He lets out a deep grunt and whispers, “Fuck, you’re so good to me, fuck, fuck.”
He spills down my throat in hot pulses, and I swallow, but there’s so much black cum flooding my mouth, thick and abundant, that it gathers at the corners despite my best efforts. Some leaks down my chin, but I keep my mouth on him through it, swallowing each pulse. His hand tightens in my hair, his hips jerking with aftershocks.
I release him and lick my lips. I use my fingers to wipe the black seed from my chin and lick them clean while maintaining eye contact. Then I climb up his body and take his face between my hands. I kiss him passionately, letting him taste himself on my tongue.
I break the kiss just enough to whisper against his lips.
“And that’s breakfast.”
Zeth flips our positions. He pushes me onto my back and pins me under his weight. I gasp, then laugh at the sudden movement.
“Time for my breakfast now.”
His hands run over my body through the silk nightdress, then he rolls the fabric up my thighs and over my hips, bunching it at my waist. I’m so wet for him, and I laugh again, this time breathless with anticipation. I look down at him as he buries his head between my legs without hesitation. I feel his breath against my sensitive skin, then his tongue dives into me, and my eyes roll in my head.
As I lie there, his mouth exploring me, I think to myself that I’m the luckiest girl alive.
Epilogue
Zeth
I walk down the corridor on the third floor of the FBI building with a cup of coffee in my hand. Through the glass window of conference room 3-B, I see Rhea sitting with her back to the door. Captain Holt sits across from her, talking animatedly and gesturing with his hands. I can’t see her face to tell how she’s taking the news, but that also means she can’t see me, which means the surprise is going to be impactful.
I wait in the corridor for a few moments longer. Captain Holt looks up, catches my eye, and gives me a small nod. I open the door and step inside.
“I’m sure you’ll get used to working with a partner quickly enough,” Holt is saying. “You’ve been a lone wolf for too long. Here he is, now.” He gives me a bright smile.
Rhea sighs and turns in her chair toward me. The moment she sees me, her jaw drops. She stares at me for a full minute, her mouth open, but no words come out. I can’t help myself. I chuckle and walk forward, placing the coffee cup on the table in front of her.
“Just as you like it,” I say.
I wink at her and pull out the chair next to hers. I sit down and turn to face her.
“Ready for our next mission, partner?”
“No. No!” She looks between me and Holt. “But how? Zeth, you work for Monster Security Agency!”
Captain Holt grins. “Zeth applied with the FBI a month ago, and we thought, why not? He’s a great asset and he’s already proven himself.”
Rhea’s bewilderment transforms into a wide smile that spreads across her face. She looks at me with gratefulness but also hunger. It’s subtle, just a flash in her eyes, but I knowher well enough now to catch it. I know exactly what that look means.
Captain Holt clears his throat and stands up.
“I’ll let you two talk.”
He walks out of the conference room and closes the door behind him.
Rhea and I stare at each other for a moment, then she laughs and punches me playfully in the shoulder.
