Moth(2)

Her hands find my erect cock and begin the intimidating task of readying me further. I back away at this point and push on the top of her head. If she wants a reason for me to come back for more, she’s got some work to do to make it happen. Well, she really doesn’t, but it’s fine if she thinks she does.

Ali has the most plump lips. Not only do I enjoy kissing them, but get the utmost pleasure when they’re devouring my dick. I watch as she latches on, at first holding my ass, and then moving her free hand to traipse over my neglected balls. The tickle isn’t enough to distract what her mouth is able to do for me. While she works I use my hand to guide her to a faster pace. I could come in her mouth easily and be done with it in order to make a quick exit. It’s the right thing to do since I’m cramming for time. Ali’s been with me enough to be aware when I’m about to blow. After several minutes she pulls away and snarls her sexy grin in my direction. I capture her by the shoulders and guide her back to stand only to flip her around and smack her soaking wet ass. The sound of the slap is loud. She turns her head to the side and I catch her biting down on her lip. She likes it this way. I growl and take my rock hard dick in my hand, teasing her ass with it. She offers me assistance by bending over. It’s like a green light flashing before my eyes. I waste no time penetrating her *. She tightens up as it slides in. The water makes the friction unbearable in the beginning. She’s crying out words that I know are a mix of Spanish and Mayan. I’m fluent, but most locals tend to have their own slang. The more she wails the harder I pound. I’m slapping into her, my balls hitting the underneath of her *. I bring my hand around and circle her clit. Right away she’s writhing. The sounds she’s making change. I can feel her hole relaxing as I continue. She’s getting into this. It’s too much to take. I feel my body going into uncontrolled spasms and then my release fills her. For a few seconds I remain inside of her until I regain composure. When she turns around it’s obvious she enjoyed it, though I doubt she’ll be the first to admit it. I take her by the hair and lick my tongue over her lips. “I’ll be back,” I say in my best Terminator voice. She laughs and kisses me chastely.

“I hope so.”

When I finally get onto my motorcycle I realize I’ve spent nearly forty minutes longer than I planned to. It’s still dark out, and even in town there’s not a vehicle on the road. I drive like there’s no tomorrow in hopes of making up at least ten minutes. Thankfully when I arrive there’s only two of my team members waiting. I toss my keys down on the table and pour a cup of thick black coffee. They say it puts hair on your chest, but I’ve yet to have that problem.

While waiting I run through the initiative. It’s important we leave no rock unturned. This has to happen tonight, or else I’m going to have to hear a lot of shit from my director. I’ve never been one to appreciate authority, so I take pride in getting my job done fast and efficiently.

My director arrives and provides me with exact orders I’m to follow. It’s rare he takes the reigns but I know it’s because this crucial situation can’t be swept under the rug any longer. The drugs we’re after have been seized around a ton of countries throughout the globe. There’s no telling how many accidental deaths have happened from this particular kingpin’s franchise.

Nearly one hour later were loaded up with the mission delivered. Everyone has a certain job to do that will ensure we all make it out alive. If one person screws up it could be the end of the whole team.

This is my life. I’m in charge. It’s my duty to keep them safe.

While in the chopper I look around at each of them. Ground support will be offered once we’re at the chosen drop zone. All communications have ceased in order to prevent us from being detected. We need to get in and remain hidden until we’re prepared to follow through with the bust. Timing is the most important factor in this plan, and I’m determined it’s done by the book.





Chapter 2


A short time later, my team mentally prepares for what’s about to happen, while my mind is fixated on an ill feeling I can’t seem to shake. In the pit of my stomach I feel unease, and it’s a serious concern considering we’re about to put ourselves in harm’s way yet again.

Cowboy, aka Special Agent Shawn Matthews, leans close to talk so I’m able to hear him over the loud noises around us. “You think he’s in there, Moth?” He’s not usually part of our team, but has been offering us assistance this time around.

Moth. It’s short for Timothy. When I joined the Drug Enforcement Agency there were three people with my same first name in my unit, and another person with the same last name, no relation. They started calling me Moth when we began training because it was discovered I could come out of nowhere in the middle of the night and attack, like a moth to a flame. It’s stuck through the years, and now I prefer it over anything else.

I answer him with a sense of certainty. “Damn right he is. We’ve made sure of it.” Last week one of our informants, Maria Gonzalez delivered crucial information that Roberto Alizar was flying into the suspected hot zone we’d been detailed to. The compound is owned by a fake corporation we discovered to have been created to move money throughout the grid without actual cash switching hands. The internet has made our jobs a lot harder, and drug smuggling only hits the surface.