She was completely naked now, save for her socks and boots, and she was bent over the side of the briefing room table, about to be fucked by the closest thing she had left to a friend. Her heart was slamming faster than it ever had on any mission she could remember.
“Spread your legs,” Reece ordered, shoving her feet apart with his own. “That’s better.”
His powerful hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks apart, and Fairchild knew he could see all of her, not just her pussy, but her other hole too.
“Fuck, that’s gorgeous,” Reece growled.
Fairchild knew it was only an act, but damned if it wasn’t convincing. His words of admiration sent a sudden impulse of lust slithering up her spine. This was met with an immediate counterattack of shame. She was a Merc. A warrior. She shouldn’t enjoy being bent over and examined in such a manner.
Lean into it, she told herself.For the mission…
She wriggled seductively on the table. At least she hoped it was seductive. She wasn’t used to this kind of behavior. It wasn’t her style at all.
“Oh God, I’m so horny,” she whined, channeling her inner porn star again. “I need you so bad.”
She could hear Reece undressing behind her, quickly stripping off his hooded vest before shoving his compression shorts down. Every sound sent a fresh shiver of anticipation rippling through her body.
“Is this what you need, sweetheart?”
He slapped his hard cock against her bare ass, and Fairchild gasped a second time. The damn thing felt like a steel club sheathed in smooth skin. She didn’t dare glance back at it for fear she might lose her nerve.
“Yes,” she said, masking her apprehension. “Put it in me.Please, put it in me.”
She could feel his tip brushing between her folds, seeking her entrance. She was slippery back there, partly from Nash’s saliva, but more so with her own hot arousal. She hadn’t even realized how wet she was until Reece’s tip was inside. Her pussy was throbbing with need, aching to be filled. She braced against the table as he slowly pushed deeper.
At last, he bottomed out inside her, his tip kissing the very deepest part of her, raw and unprotected. She could feel his heartbeat pulsing within her, and when he groaned aloud with pleasure, she could feel that too.
“Fuck,” he said. “You feel good, woman.Sofucking good…”
He drew back slowly, and she could feel every perfect detail of him sliding across her inner walls, every vein in his thick shaft, the ridged crown encircling his tip. When only the head of it was still inside her, he stopped…
Then he drove into her again, hard and deep.
The thrust was so forceful, it scooted the table several inches across the floor. Fairchild cried out in shock at that unexpected onslaught.
His girth strained her to the point of hurting, but she was grateful for the pain. It made her feel like she had earned the intense pleasure that came with it.
Reece pulled back and slammed into her again, scooting the table a few more inches with his thrust. He did it again, and again, his hard muscles clapping against the softer tissue of Fairchild’s ass. She moaned, and the sound was so convincing, even she believed it.
“Take it,” Reece said as he continued to pound her. “Take that cock like a good girl.”
Fairchild was pushing back into him now, meeting each thrust with a thrust of her own.
“Fuck me!” she said, her mind racing for snatches of dialogue from the few pornvids she had watched long ago. “Fuck me like a slut!”
Reece went rigid behind her. Not just his cock, but the rest of him too. His hand seized her hair again and gave her a hard, disciplinary tug.
“You’re nobody’s slut but mine,” he growled. “Mine and my comrades’.”
Fairchild’s pussy clenched in response.
The intervox buzzed.
“Negative on the possessiveness,” Lennox’s voice said. “Remember, you’re supposed to be anopenpolycule.”
Reece started thrusting again.
“Of course,” he said softly. Then, in a louder voice: “That’s right. You’re our dirty little free-use slut. Hey Nash, why don’t you jump in and give her mouth something to do?”
