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No. 234
He holds you for a moment as his lips curl into that mischievous smile of his.
“Pardon me, petite…” he says quietly, trailing off a bit as he moves his hand to the nape of your neck, the other to your lower back. You wonder what he’s up to until he begins to lean you back, and you brace yourself for a romantic, movie-style kiss. (It’s not too far-fetched that he’d do such a thing, you think.) You close your eyes and purse your lips a bit, wrapping your arms around him to steady yourself as he lowers you more and more, until you feel the grating of the chicken wire supporting your ass. You squirm a bit, undoubtedly nervous, your upper back against the edge of the hole in the roof.
“Spy, it’s not-“ You begin, quickly stifled by his smooth, direct kiss. He bites your lower lip gently before taking your hands and pinning them to the sides of the roof, seeming to ignore your nervousness over the current positioning. So you continue, a bit aroused and surprised that he didn’t seem to be aware of the danger. You could fall right through, after all – there aren’t exactly a whole bunch of nails keeping the wire firmly in place, and once it begins to fall you imagine you’d go right with it. You try to dig your heels into the roof, regardless, his gloved hands still politely holding you down.
“I won’t let you fall, darling,” He says, sounding strangely American, cocking one of his eyebrows gallantly. He really has been watching romance movies.
“Don’t toy with me, Spy,” you say, smiling slightly, hoping to high heaven that no one happened to pass through the hallway below you. “We’re in broad daylight here. What if someone sees?”
“Then let them,” he replies, letting his usual French accent take over, that low and seductive voice you’re so used to. He seems sure of himself, of course, and it’s as if he’s done this many times before.
He lets go of your wrists and, to your astonishment, removes just one of his gloves. As he runs it through your hair you look at him, impressed and happy that he would do such a thing for you, his smile reminding you that yes, this is a privilege and yes, you’re lucky to have made it this far with him. He’s not a man who just gives people things, you know that much.
He moves his hand down to your chest smoothly, taking his sweet time, his hands much softer than you expected. Gentle and caring, for such a conniving man. He makes it down to the collar of your shirt and unbuttons it, leaning over you and kissing your neck and collarbone softly, sucking on it gently every so often, eliciting a few small moans from you. His lips feel soft and sweet against your skin, experienced, his slight stubble brushing against you. He had forgotten to shave. Had he been that eager to see you?
Before you know it your shirt is unbuttoned, and Spy is running his hand along your stomach to the button of your pants.
“If you don’t mind,” he says politely, whispering it into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel his hot, eager breath against your skin. You’re nervous, but excited, and so is he. You nod anyway, giving him the go-ahead, so he smiles and undoes your pants so quickly you almost can’t remember having them done in the first place. He slides them down abruptly, almost a bit too eagerly, his eyes flitting to the ground below you, maybe looking out for intruders. There’s a business-like quality to him, even now, that you can’t help but admire. The man knows how to get things done.
He traces his hand down further even more, over your panties and to your inner thigh, rubbing it softly with his ungloved hand in a circular pattern, his other back at your neck, cradling you gently as he works his magic with his tongue, slow and deliberate motions, hitting every right spot in your mouth as he moans into it gently, getting a bit worked up. You’ve never seen him get excited about things – especially not like this – and the sight only makes you want him more. You take his hand in yours and move it, gently, closer and closer to your panties. He takes the hint.
He stops the kiss long enough to take a breath, then brings your head up towards his lips for another of his sickeningly sweet movie kisses, as though he couldn’t be bothered to move back down again.
“Ah, so eager, mon ange,” He says, his voice husky and a bit thick with passion. He says something else, something entirely in French, but even that’s enough to turn you on. He’s nice enough to use his ungloved hand to rub you, softly, almost too softly to feel, through your panties. He’s teasing you.
His touch becomes more and more firm, up and down, his lips pressing against your neck, and you feeling satisfied but not quite satisfied at all.
“Spy, come on…” You moan softly, grabbing onto his tie and bringing him closer to you, biting your lower lip pleadingly. He smiles, stopping completely, his hands finally moving to his pants, looking ready to rip them right off himself. Enough teasing, he seems to say silently. He unzips his pants, and as you finally get the chance to see his cock, erect and ready-
“Spah!” Engineer calls from the end of the hallway. “Spah, I need you to check out the other team’s base. Yer the only man that kin do it.”
Spy pauses, pursing his lips a bit angrily, and looks to you. You curse Engineer and the opposing team for even existing. For a while, you forgot that you and Spy weren’t the only ones here. You groan a bit, unhappy at this sudden interference, and look to Spy.
“You’re not really going, are you?” You ask, suddenly very aware of your almost bare ass pressing against the chicken wire. It hurts like hell.
“I must, cherie. Duty calls,” He leans over to kiss you again, a tender kiss, his hardness rubbing against the crotch of your panties for a few precious moments. You sigh, reminding yourself to beat Engineer up for this later on. Spy stands, leaving you sitting there, looking horny and forlorn. You can tell he likes it when you’re left wanting more. That’s just the sort of man he is.
He lights a cigarette, putting the glove back on his slender hand slowly, as though to remind you the special (Albeit unfinished) treatment you got.
“Spah, where in the heck are ya?!” Engineer calls again, his footsteps echoing down the hall towards you.
“Oui, mon ami. I will check their base,” Spy says finally. Before you know it, he has given you a sly wink and has cloaked himself, leaving you there to think about him and fantasize and hope for more, just as he knows you will. You stay there, your pants half-off, your ass pressed against the wire, for a while longer, looking at the sky, biting your lip again.
“Jesus Christ,” you think, almost angrily. “What a fucking tease…”
Engineer stops and looks up. He adjusts his goggles, tips his hat up a bit so as to see better, and says nothing. At least you got the hole partially fixed.
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