The Female Agent

6

Nick held onto Brooke tightly as he guided you through the crowd and into an empty room.

Brooke: What are you doing?

Brooke muttered as he shut the door. He grabbed the earpiece out of your ear and crushed it with his shoe.

Nick: I'll take this too.

He said, grabbing her diamond necklace with a camera hidden in it. Brooke rolled your eyes, knowing he did not want to be tracked. His hands continued to pat you down. Brooke sighed as he pulled the knife out of the pocket of your dress, his hands continuing to pat her down.

Nick: Here we go.

He smiles, grabbing the pistol tucked in your boot, causing you to roll your eyes again.

Brooke: Okay are you done now?

Nick: No... not done with you yet.

His fingertips grazed over your legs lightly, goosebumps rising to your skin instantly. His fingers moved up your leg at a pain-taking pace, then his hands played with the hem of your dress before lifting it up slightly. His hand moved to the inside of your thigh, inching closer and closer to your center. Brooke stared at him intently, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your heart pounding in her chest. His fingers stopped, landing on the pistol you kept on a holster on your upper thigh, you mentally groaned in frustration that he knew that was there. He unclipped it from the holster, tucking it behind his pants and leaving you completely defenseless.

Brooke: Anything else?

He raised an eyebrow at you, pressing your own knife against your throat. Your nose flared slightly as you tried to control yourself.

Brooke: No sir.

You muttered, the glare never leaving your expression. He smirked, bringing his lips next to yours, his hand landing on your waist.

Nick: Good girl.

His voice was low and raspy, you mentally cursed yourself as you felt the need to clasp your legs shut together. He grabbed onto your arm again leading you out of the room and down the hallway, through a hidden exit. A car parked not too far from the door.

Nick drove in silence, keeping his eyes on the road, but one of his hands stayed firm on your thigh. Brooke on the other hand, you could barely take your eyes off of his face. His jaw stayed clenched as he drove, the veins on the side of his head popping slightly. As much as you wanted to hate him, you would never be able to. Brooke loved him too much and you hated to admit it, but you missed him like crazy these last two months.

Nick: You've developed a starting problem, I see.

His voice interrupted your thoughts, you cleared your throat and looked away from him, your eyes landing on his hand that gripped your thigh.

Nick: You can talk, you know. I won't bite. Unless you ask me to, of course.

Brooke: I missed you, as much of an ass as you are, I missed my best friend."

Nick: I missed you too, sweets.

He squeezed your thigh.

Nick: I'm not a bad guy. You of all people should know that.

He said, you rolled your eyes at his words. You most definitely knew that he was indeed a bad guy.

Brooke: Where are going?"

Nick: Back to my house.

He shrugged, not paying any mind to your facial expression.

Nick: I do not want to hear you complain. I just saved your ass back there.

He grumbled. You decided to ignore his remarks and slump into your chair, arms crossed over your chest. Your body stiffened, even more, when Nick's thumb started to rub your skin softly, his hand inching up your thigh and under your dress. u breathe hitched in your throat as your eyes followed his movements. Tell him to stop. You kept repeating in your head, but the words never formed. The tip of his finger grazed your entrance, you hissed at the contact.

Nick: No underwear? I'm shocked and extremely turned on by that.

Nick smirked, his knuckles on the steering wheel turning white from his tight grip. You grabbed his hand and shoved it away from your body, embarrassed that he even touched you.

Nick: Aw, baby.. No need to be shy.

The overconfident tone of his voice made you sick.

You huffed, noticing the obvious boner in his pants, making you clamp your thighs together even more at the sight. Do not do it, Brooke... Do not do it. Brooke unbuckled your seatbelt and turned your body towards him, reaching over the console, unbuckling his belt, undoing his pants.

Nick: Oh?

Nick's voice was surprised at your actions, but you ignored him, tugging his pants down slightly and pulling out his hardness. You leaned over the console, your lips kissing the tip of his dick softly. Nick instantly let out a shaky breath, both hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Nick: Brooke babe

He warned as you licked a strip from the base to the tip. You smirked to yourself hearing him hiss under his breath. You took the head of his cock into your mouth before slowly taking in increasingly till your nose hit his waist. You gagged softly as his tip pushed down your throat.
Nick's hand fell to the back of your head pushing you even further down his dick.

Nick: Such a good girl. So needy... Couldn't even wait another 5 minutes to get my cock in your mouth? Such a little cockslut aren't you?

He moaned out, you bobbed your head up and down his length, drool spilling from the sides of your mouth.