Ciaran Mitchell Pt 2
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“Jacob.”
“Just Jacob?”
“That’s all anyone needs to know.”
He smirked. “So why are you here, just Jacob?”
“Holiday.”
He smirked. “Maybe I can show you around whilst you’re here?” He said, slowly dragging his fingers up my leg. Was this guy flirting? If so, his touch was like electricity and was going straight to my d**k.
Fuck.
“S.. Sure that would be cool.”
He leaned closer to my ear. “Do I scare you Jacob?”
I gulped. “No, not at all.”
He smirked. “I can always scare you. If you like.”
I smiled. “I’d like to see if I can scare you, Jacob.” He said, licking my ear.
I shuddered. He smirked. “How about we have a few drinks and get out of here.”
“Sure I have a room in the hotel close by.”
“Perfect.” He purred. Kissing my cheek and sat back down, ordering more drinks.
We laughed and joked as well as did a lot of flirting. He was one big flirt bigger than I was. He pressed his lips on mine, kissing me hungrily.
He moved away, talking into my ear. “Let’s raid this somewhere more private.”
I nodded in agreement.
He took my hand and baid Danny Godnight. We headed outside and slipped into the black Mercedes. The car pulled away. I gave the driver the name of the hotel, then he was on me ravishing my lips and my clothes with his very skilled hands sent shivers through my body. “I can’t wait to have you Jacob. All of you, f*****g you long and hard, thrusting into you making you scream my name over and over again.”
I shivered. No one had ever spoken to me like that before, and it was making me hard as a rock.
Fuck.
The car pulled up at the swagger, a ten-story-high hotel the FBI had generously paid for. It was an expensive hotel herd in Ireland. Its rooms were five stars. Everything you touched was gold. Well, it looked like gold. The bed was a large four-poster bed made of oak. It was my favorite piece in the room.
The car door opened and we both slid out, thanking the driver, who nodded in response. The car door closed. His hand laced with mine shivers went through my entire body. He grinned. “Lead the way, Jacob.”
I cleared my throat.“Right this way.”
His smirk never left his face. I wanted to wipe it off his face as I kissed him with all I had. Snap out of it, Jacob, you’ve got a job to do.
I led him into the hotel, his hand still in mine. I walked casually up to the Reception and asked for my key card.
The receptionist smiled and gave me the key card. “Enjoy your night gentleman.”
“Oh we will.” Ciaran said, winking. Making the receptionist blush.
“Guess I can’t take you anywhere.” I mumbled.
“Guess you can’t. He grinned widely. Winking.
I rolled my eyes. This was going to be one long operation.
We got into the lift and went up to the sixth floor. The lift dinged and the doors opened. We stepped out still hand in hand.
I ignored the heat around my body and the thumping of my heart as it raced out of control.
I needed to continue my bodily functions, or I’d be screwed before this night was over.
I led him down the corridor to the room I was staying in ; 628.
I swiped the key and opened the door. I left him on closing the door before I had a chance to react. He was on me like a Vulture. His lips smashed against mine, nibbling my bottom lip, making me moan. He took this as an opportunity to slide his tongue in and devoured my mouth. I’ve never felt ecstasy like this before. I kissed him with so much padding in me my body responded to his every touch, which sent tingles all over my body. “You taste so good, Jacob, I want to taste all of you and f**k, you and make you c*m so hard. I want my d**k inside you. I want your d**k in me. I want to do everything with you.”
“Then do it.” My mind was fogged. I had no idea what my mouth was saying, but he felt so good. He kissed me harder. Soon our clothes were ripped off our bodies and my legs were around his waist as he f****d me hard. This was the second time I’d gone against the no-bottoming decision. We were both moaning and panting as we both came together.
The s*x didn’t end there. It continued into the wee hours, maybe late morning, early afternoon. Before we both fall into a deep slumber, I’ll give it to him. He sure knew how to f**k senseless.
I woke up to him slipping into his clothes. He looked at me and smirked.
He slid his feet into his shoes. He strode over to the bed and bent down. He looked into my eyes. I could lose myself in his dark irises. “I have to go now Jacob, but I would like to invite you to join me in my boat this weekend. We can spend it together getting to know one another. How does that sound? Good yeah?
“Yeah.”
“I have to go to work now. I’ll pick you up Friday night around seven, okay?”
“Okay.”
He smiled, pressing his lips on mine for a long passionate kiss.
He pulled away. “Bye Jacob, be ready for seven Friday night, okay?”
“Okay.”
He smiled one last time before leaving the room.
Once he was gone, I made sure there were no bug devices in the room so no one could overhear my conversation with the FBI.
I called, and it was picked up in the second ring. “I hope you have good news Jacob.”
“I have met the target.”
“Good keep on it Jacob.”
“We’re meeting on Friday night to “get to know each other”.”
“So he works quicker than we anticipated. He must want something from you. Jacob, keep it up. Make sure he learns to trust you.”
“I will.”
“Keep us informed.”
“I will.” I said, ending the call.
Now all I had to do was wait and hope he wouldn’t see straight through me.
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