Fairchild stopped what she was doing and glared up at the bound Merc.
“Shut up,” she said. “I wasn’t asking you.” She whipped her head back to look at Reece and licked her lips. “Am I doing a good job?” she asked.
Reece’s dick pulsed inside his pants. It felt like a cannon that was ready to go off.
“You’re doing aperfectjob,” he said, noting the way Fairchild’s face pinked at his words of approval. “Now, I want you to lick that shaft. Get the whole thing nice and wet so you can start to suck it.”
Reece was pleased by the way the woman obeyed him. A good Merc knew how to follow orders, and Fairchild was most definitely a good Merc. In fact, she was one of the best Reece had ever seen. He watched in admiration and arousal as she worked the blade of her tongue all up and down his comrade’s erect shaft, until every throbbing inch was glistening with her saliva. For a moment, he almost forgot he was supposed to be giving her directions.
“Don’t forget the balls,” he said.
Fairchild paused her licking and stared at the large sacs hanging down from the base of Nash’s shaft. He had obviously lasered them recently, because the skin was completely smooth and devoid of hair.
“Does that… feel good?” Fairchild asked.
“Oh yeah,” said Reece. “Guys love it when you suck on their balls. Trust me.”
“Mine are pretty big though,” Nash interrupted. “You probably won’t be able to fit one in your mouth completely.”
Reece suppressed a laugh. He had to hand it to Nash, the arrogant bastard certainly knew how to press the female Merc’s buttons. Even with her face turned away from him, Reece could sense her look of raw defiance. “Challenge accepted,” that look seemed to say.
And that wasexactlywhat Nash wanted.
Reece watched, awestruck, as Fairchild lowered her face between the Merc’s legs and placed her lips against his scrotum. She opened her mouth wide and pulled one of his testicles inside. Based on the noises Nash started making, Reece could tell that Fairchild was using her tongue as well. At last, she drew her mouth off of him with a loud, wet pop.
“You weren’t kidding,” she said, smiling. “He really does like that, doesn’t he? Should I give the other side a try?”
She didn’t wait for an answer from Reece. She just dove right in and repeated the maneuver with Nash’s other ball, sucking and licking it at the same time. His dick stiffened even harder than before, until it was jumping with his pulse. Precum leaked outof him in quantities that would have rivaled an ordinary man’s entire load.
“Oh, fuck!” Nash gasped. “Keep that up and you’re gonna make me come…”
Fairchild popped her lips off him again and dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft until his tip was resting right against her chin.
“Not yet,” she said in a voice that made Reece ache. “I want you to do it in my mouth. I want totasteit.”
“Yeah,” Nash panted, his voice ragged with need. “I want that too, baby. I want that too.”
Fairchild bared her teeth and lightly raked them over Nash’s plump, pink tip. Reece hadn’t told her to do that. She was operating all on her own now, teasing her prisoner like a true master. Reece could hardly believe how quickly she had slipped into character.
“Really?” she asked, her voice dripping sugar. “How bad do you want it, Daddy?”
“Bad,” Nash rasped. “So fucking bad.”
He wasn’t acting anymore. Reece was sure of it. Even a pro like Nash couldn’t have faked all those involuntary twitches and shudders. His tip was leaking like crazy.
“Do you need it?” Fairchild asked.
“I need it,” Nash said, sounding like he was almost on the verge of tears. “I need to feel your mouth around me.”
With her lips pressed against his sensitive spot, Fairchild whispered.
“Beg.”
Reece could scarcely believe what happened next. In all the time he and Nash had been together, he’d never once heard the Merc beg a woman for anything. On the contrary, it was always the other way around. But Nash was begging now, shameless and without hesitation.
“Please,” the young Merc blurted. “Please suck on it. I’ll do anything you want.”
“Anything?” Fairchild asked.
