Well-Trained 2

About a week later, the Bus was in flight. Even with the tech SHIELD possessed, there was no rushing the hours of transit it took to get across the country. So the entire team, minus May, sat around the television, watching a romance. Every time the male lead kissed his love interest, Skye found her eyes flittering to Grant. And each time, she flushed to find his eyes meeting hers.

Always he gave her a smile, his eyes running up and down her supple body, before he returned his attention to the television.

Skye felt her pussy clenching, growing hot, making her breathless. She thought once again, as she had been all week, about what it would’ve been like if Grant hadn’t stopped that night.

She leaned back in her chair and eventually slept, her thoughts of Grant not able to keep up with her post-mission fatigue.

It was a few hours before she awoke. Skye stretched and yawned, noticing that the room was lit only by the light streaming in through the curtained windows. She looked around and saw that she was alone; the others had to have left her to her much-needed rest while they retired to their own cabins. All but Grant, who laid on the sofa, stretched out from end to end.

Skye’s lips parted as she saw that his shirt was riding up over his waist, exposing a good deal of his hairy, chiseled abs. Skye stood unthinkingly from her chair and moved toward where Grant lay, quietly, carefully.

She looked down at his groin and gulped hard. There was so much there. His pants weren’t even that tight, but his cock was just so fat and meaty that it bulged anyway. God, she wanted it.

Skye panted, longing to see the entire thing. His balls too. How big they were. How much cum they had for her. She wondered where he wanted to put it all: in her mouth? Her pussy? Her ass? Skye’s body quivered while she kept staring down, savoring her imaginings when she didn’t dare make a move for the real thing.

She felt her face flush, her breasts swell, and she clenched her thighs tightly together, as if afraid that some of the lust that pulsed inside her loins might be powerful enough for Grant to hear.

Then she saw that his eyes were open. They burned in the lonely dimness.

Skye gasped in shock. “I-I thought you were asleep!” she stammered, ashamed that he might suspect what she had been doing while she thought he couldn’t notice.

Grant smiled slyly and sat up, making no more to straighten up his lowered pants or his hitched shirt. “That’s what I wanted you to think,” he told her.

Skye bit her lip; surprised but also titillated by his words.

His gaze rippled over her body. Skye was glad she wasn’t wearing much to deny him a look at her. Tight, thin clothing. No bra. Her T-shirt held firmly to her supple body, displaying the fullness of her breasts all the way to where her nipples stiffened and poked through the fabric. Her jeans ran tautly over her legs and across her groin—she deliberately opened her thighs, revealing the shape of her mound through the tight denim.

“You’re a real hardcase, Skye,” Grant murmured, glancing down at Skye’s crotch and running his eyes up her body, focusing on her face finally with an intensity that made Skye shiver. “Maybe you could pretend to be the good little girl you look like—nervous but excited—letting herself be seduced.”

“I think I might manage that,” Skye said wryly, tossing her hair back over one shoulder.

Grant reached out with one hand, gently feathering his fingertips along the slopes of her breasts. Skye moaned, wishing he would grope them more fully, not just tease her nipples into such hardness that it sweetly hurt.

“Sit on my lap,” Grant said. “Don’t think, just do it.”

Skye giggled excitedly while she gave in, lightly setting herself down on his knee. Grant eagerly pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him. Skye moaned, feeling his cock hardening against her pert ass. She squirmed with passion and purred inwardly when Grant wrapped his arms around her, held her tight to his masculine body.

“Let’s get a little training in,” he breathed, fondling her breasts. “I want you to call me Agent Ward. Nothing else. Just that. Think you can remember that, no matter what I do?”

“Yes sir, Agent Ward,” Skye cooed, breathing hard even though her body felt very weak. His hands explored her breasts, moving in tiny circles, spinning her nerves closer and closer to her nipples. “Think you can play with my nipples already?” Skye asked, her sardonic voice trying to cover for how she was simply unable to contain herself.

Grant chuckled triumphantly. “You might have to go undercover with a man who spends hours not touching your nipples.”

“Oh, fuck off… Agent Ward,” she pouted. “Anyone who’s gotten as much of a feel as you have is just gonna want to fuck me.”

“And will you let him?” Grant asked, finally capturing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Even through her shirt, Skye shuddered while she was stimulated. “Will you let him fuck your tight little cunt if he gets you excited enough?”

“If he has a big dick…” Skye groaned, sagging against Grant.

Her nipples throbbed against his fingers. Her pussy quaked, growing hotter and wetter every time he touched her. She knew he was going to make her wait for any real pleasure, take his time playing with her body, make sure her excitement was all but unbearable before he finally satisfied her.

But she didn’t want anything else. She could’ve snapped her fingers and had Fitz inside her, but if she wanted Grant… Agent Ward… she needed to let him… she just needed to let him, whatever it was he wanted from her.

She shifted on Grant’s lap, feeling his erection throbbing now between her buttocks. Warm and wet—Skye knew there had to be precum by now, even if all she could feel was her own sweat soaking her skin. Her pussy tingled with anticipation. She thought she might come the moment he entered her. Part of her felt like she was coming already.

“Is there anyone who doesn’t have a big dick when the cunt is a tight little thing like yours?” Grant asked sadistically, turning her head toward him with one strong hand.

Skye trembled to feel his mouth against hers. Electricity jolted her loins; his throbbing endowment felt like a motor, vibrating with power underneath her tiny ass. She thrust her tongue between Grant’s lips and was pleased when he sucked on it. Her sex grew even juicier and she unthinkingly rubbed her thighs together, fanning the flame with fresh pressure on her sensitive folds.

“Nghh,” Agent Ward grunted, his tongue stabbing against hers.

“Aa! Ah! Oh God!” Skye responded, looking down to see his big hands covering her breasts again. She put her own hands over his, rubbing up and down on his forearms, delighting in the feel of muscles and veins bulging while he enthusiastically massaged her swollen tits.

But Grant twisted the touch around, reversing his hand to seize one of her wrists and bring her fingers down to the huge tent his hardened prick made in his pants.

“Ohhh! So much!” Skye purred, pupils dilating when she felt all there was to feel pulsing against her small, warm hand.

Grant held her palm continuously against the bulge of his erection. She had no choice, no thought but to cup her hand on his vastness. Then he moved his hand, and hers with it, making Skye stroke his fat cock for him.

“Geez, Agent Ward!” she sighed, tearing her mouth away from another kiss. “Agent Ward… not much of a test… ahh… if I can’t speak…”

Her pussy felt like it was overflowing. Skye could hardly believe how big he was, how much she was actually touching. But it was real, all of it, and stirring with a lust for her that was as explicit as her desire for him.

Grant took his hand away now, leaving her rubbing his prick while he encased her breast again. Both hands kneaded her there. He moved his lips to hers again and she eagerly submitted to his kiss. But all the while Skye kept touching his cock, remembering that it was the final step—that the real pleasure would come when it was inside her.

Skye moaned, full of arousal, when Grant filled her mouth with his tongue. Her own was drawn magnetically to his and they moaned together, thrilling with delight, while the kiss consumed both of them like a candle being burnt at either end.

Grant was like no one Skye had ever kissed before. He was a man—his tongue thicker, more intent than any of the boys she had been with. She groaned into his open mouth, realizing that he was more skilled too. More skilled than she was by far.

She trembled with all of her body, wondering what he could do with his cock if this was what he could do with his tongue. She could hardly wait to find out.

Skye thrust her tongue against his repeatedly, never getting enough, always wanting more. His erection pulsed impatiently under her stroking hand. She stopped pumping it and it throbbed even harder—Skye was delighted to realize how much Grant wanted her.

His hands clawed at her breasts, squeezing them harder. Her T-shirt was pulled so taut around their heft that she felt naked, the thin tissue of the fabric nothing more than air molecules crushed against her tits by his molding grip.

The heat of his tightening caresses burned through to her bare flesh and Skye quivered, feeling she could not surrender to him any more completely, but knowing that soon he would strip her, soon he would enter her, and she would be even more his than she was now.

“So beautiful. So eager,” Grant muttered when they broke for air. He disbelievingly caressed Skye’s nipples—longer and stiffer than he thought the little buds could grow, straining through her T-shirt in a feverish wish to be touched. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fuck a girl this bad…”

Skye quivered with mingled delight and frustration, feeling Grant’s fingers tantalize her stiff nipples until they felt like little diamonds. “You mean it? You’re not making me—hhn!—test my SHIELD-issue bullshit meter, now are you? Gh!”

Grant squeezed her nipples, pinching and pulling them relentlessly. “You never know. You may just meet a mark who’s better at turning you on than I am.”

The only thing distracting Skye from that apex of sensation was how much of her juices had leaked into her sodden panties by now. And how Grant’s prick throbbed madly at the lightest of her touches; she couldn’t believe he hadn’t come in his pants, he felt so turned on.

“Not possible,” Skye purred, still rubbing his lengthy erection, thinking how amazing it would feel inside her cunt.

“Take off your clothes,” Grant said thickly, nudging Skye gently away from him.

“Yeah, uh-huh, I wanna show myself to you, Agent Ward,” Skye said breathily, trying for deadpan, but unable to pretend she didn’t want him to see her naked body.

Quickly, she tore away her jeans and T-shirt. Almost embarrassed by how wet her panties were, until she skinned them off and there her cunt was, dripping wet and a swollen red, splayed open and tingling.

“Gorgeous. Nothing less than gorgeous,” Grant pronounced, feeling his erection strain against the confines of his pants so hard he was sure the fabric was about to give. “Now sit on my lap again. But this time face me.”

“Yes, Agent Ward.” Skye obeyed, straddling him right over his fat cock, feeling it thrum against her naked pussy. She cooed excitedly.

Grant buried his face in her bare breasts. He slid his hands up her lissome body, his long fingers seeming to embrace Skye all the way around her trim belly, until his hands were up gripping her breasts. He pushed them together and squeezed them hard.

Skye writhed and squirmed on his lap, every little motion petting his bulging erection with her cunt. Again Grant buried himself in her cleavage, mouth kissing and suckling, stimulating hot blood to redden Skye’s tender flesh.

“Uhhh! Ohh! Gra—Agent Ward!” Skye moaned, feeling his lips caress her nipples, his teeth brush against them, before he gave one a paltry kiss, then the other. Even such a light touch seemed like an orgasm when she was this aroused, this sensitive.

Another kiss on the tip of her breast, forcing a breathy gasp from Skye’s lips, only this time it deepened. Skye’s gasp became a hum of appreciation as Grant wrapped his lips around her nipple, suckling it, licking its charged areola again and again. Then he was suddenly on the other one, his teeth gripping it, chewing it gently, but with a riot of sensation to go with his ironic tenderness.

While Grant went from nipple to nipple, keeping them at a fever pitch of need and fulfillment, his hands moved down Skye’s body. They caressed her hips. They squeezed her buttocks. They delved between her legs.

“Oh! It’s so good! Yes, Agent Ward, I love being touched by you! Mmm! I’m gonna…!” Skye couldn’t finish her sentence.

She wrapped her arms around Grant’s head, keeping his mouth titillating her breasts, his tongue and lips stirring her arousal, leaving a fine film of saliva across her chest as if to physically mark their pleasure.

She felt his fingers thread through the downy hair of her mound and cried out at the delicious charge as her patience was finally rewarded. The feel of his callused hand touching her labia, parting it deftly, feeling out inner folds, all but blanked out Skye’s mind with a level of pleasure she physically couldn’t be prepared for.

All she could think was that if she was feeling this much with a single finger inside her, then his fat cock hilting her pussy would have to be the greatest sex of her life.

Grant allowed her no respite. He milked her nipples harder, drawing his head back to stretch them out while they were caught in his suctioning mouth, even as his stroking fingers lifted her cunt towards climax. Slipped another finger into the tight little slit within her swollen labia, massaging the twitching muscles leading to her womb. Cream soaked his probing fingers, all but squirting as Skye’s arousal plateaued. There was simply nothing else for her overwhelmed nerves to feel except orgasm.

“Yes! Yesss! Make me come!” Skye crooned, feeling her cuntlips quiver where they wrapped around Grant’s delving fingers.