The XXX Files Season Two (Episodes 5-8) (12 page)

She laughed, hearing his thoughts and knowing she was about to get her way.
 

Except that she wasn’t. Brad couldn’t allow that to happen.
 

He forced himself to take a full step back, then turned and opened the door, following a direct order from his brain before it was overruled by his cock. With a hand on the doorknob, he turned back to Willow and said, “Thanks for the tip, Willow. I appreciate it. Now I have business to take care of up in Room 418, so if you’ll excuse me ... ”
 

He didn’t finish his sentence, just winked then slipped into the hallway, hearing the door close softly behind him.
 

Brad practically ran to the elevator, then across the hall to his room, hoping Courtney was still sleeping so he could wake her up and fuck her as Hammer hard as he would have fucked Willow Monroe.
 

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CHAPTER 2 — Courtney Grayson

Courtney woke to Brad’s hands all over her, sliding spaghetti straps from her slinky lingerie down the length of her shoulder. He pulled the silk to her waist, then over her ass and past her ankles, spilling her beautiful breasts into the crisply conditioned hotel air, leaving her naked since she wore no panties below her top.

Brad groaned, already starving, then dipped beneath the covers to kiss Courtney along the soaking lines of her pussy. She was already wet, after dreaming of Brad through the night, but went from wet to soaking at the light touch of his tongue.
 

She grabbed his hair and pulled him toward her, needing to feel more of him inside her. He smothered her thighs with kisses before moving his lips to her clit, exploring her insides and tasting her sweet morning juices with the flat of his well-practiced tongue. Brad started lapping, nudging Courtney toward climax as their interlude started. She curled four fingers into the sheets and the other four into his hair, waiting for the inevitable.
 

Rapture rolled through Courtney’s body, running from her head to her toes, tearing through the full length of her body. Before Brad, orgasm took a while to find her. Now, it came in endless waves until she was almost too numb to feel them.
 

What a fucking way to wake up!
 

Courtney shoved Brad’s face deeper inside her and screamed, rattling on the mattress as Brad pulled his face from between her legs and wrapped his hand around his cock — flagpole fat — then pulled her toward him. He smiled, said, “Good morning,” then flipped Courtney to her stomach. She raised her ass in the air, just as he liked, then he played with her cheeks just like she did; running his hands all over her tight agent’s ass — well worked out — then under her body where he tenderized her swaying tits with his palms.
 

“Ready?” Brad asked.
 

“I could’ve taken more last night,” she lied.
 

Courtney squealed as Brad jammed his dick up inside her, balls deep, resting through his first elongated moan before he started slowly sliding in and out. Once going he moved faster and faster until he nudged himself into the primal rhythm of sex. His breath was a heavy fog behind her, rising and falling as he plunged himself in and out of her body, withdrawing almost all of the way, before slamming back, fingers splayed across her ass, gently digging into her flesh and caressing her soft, creamy skin.
 

Though Brad felt as amazing as always, Courtney couldn’t help but feel as though he wasn’t quite with her, his body still doing the work, even if his mind was somewhere else.
 

Courtney whimpered, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Brad said, not sounding quite like himself.
 

His skin was burning; hot and moist and fueling the intensity of her arousal, always deep, even if it couldn’t reach the same depths as her lover. She could feel tension mounting in his cock, over-engorged before she woke and growing fatter by the thrust. Courtney glanced at the clock — she couldn’t help it, they had a plane to catch — then started bucking her ass harder against his pelvis. She wanted him to cum, wanted to feel the spatter inside her.
 

She squeezed her cunt muscles around Brad’s pipe-hard shaft, not wanting him to pull out too far, wanting every thick inch deep in her body. “How long is it going to take you to flood me with the day’s first load?” she panted. “Fill me with cum now and I’ll jack you off in the plane—” Courtney cried out as he rammed her hard. “AHHHH!!!” then finished her thought: “Or maybe I’ll take you into the bathroom, let you put your face into my pussy so I can cream all over it.”
 

Brad blasted.
 

The first spray was thick as always, but only a tickle at the back walls of Courtney’s hot box, compared to the second, which slapped the sides of her inner walls harder, prepping her for the third and fourth and fifth and sixth, which all poured from her pussy, flooding her inner thighs like a busted faucet.
 

Brad stayed inside her, inhaling and exhaling as he slowly rocked his body back and forth, never withdrawing. He pushed Courtney toward the bed’s center and started thrusting inside her again, this time missionary, faster and faster, hard as a gun barrel again, almost immediately.
 

She glanced again at the clock, not wanting to miss their plane. “Are you sure?”

Courtney said it as loud as she could, but through her thick breath it came out in a whisper.

Brad grunted, answering by double-timing his thrusts.
 

She had nothing to worry about. It would only be a few minutes until he would climax for the second time, and so what if she couldn’t take a shower and had to board the plane reeking like a just fucked animal — it was better than having him stop off at
Pole Position
, or spending the rest of the morning wondering if Willow Fucking Monroe had more stamina than she did.

Courtney hoped Brad’s next load would land in her mouth. She screamed as he continued to thicken inside her. Her nerve endings, still on fire from the first few minutes of fucking, and of course the evening before, threw her body into another series of orgasms.

Brad withdrew for a moment as Courtney’s body started to quiver, he paused for a moment, then flipped her flat onto her stomach, supporting himself above her still shuddering frame with his well-muscled arms. She wiggled up toward the wall of pillows to offer him some playful resistance. He made a happy growl to let her know he liked it, then pushed her hard against the mattress and eased his stiffened cock inside her until his balls, warm and aroused, were nuzzled against her piping hot pussy.

Courtney bucked her ass as if she kept an engine inside it, meeting Brad’s thrusts until two became one.
 

Fuck it. He can cum in my mouth later.
 

Courtney slapped herself faster against him; their rhythm exquisite, almost unbearable.
 

They came in tandem — Brad flooding her hotbox with more of his batter, heaving and groaning and crying her name before he collapsed to the sheets, his breath rising and falling like the roll of a tide. Courtney lay heaving beside him, feeling the
something
on his mind.
 

“What’s up?” she asked, feeling bold. “And don’t take forever to spill it, Hammer. We have a plane to catch and you’ve already emptied your sack twice.”
 

Unlike most men, Brad never minded discussing his feelings, though he wasn’t always as forthcoming as she wanted.

“I got a tip, while you were sleeping.”
 

“What?” Courtney sat up in bed, slapping her back flat against the pillows.
 

“Yeah, turns out Helix was behind the whole thing at the Goldblatts. We were right about the champagne. They spiked the party.”
 

“Wow,” Courtney said. “I’m not exactly shocked, but still, wow. Who’s our source?”
 

“I can’t say.”
 

“What do you mean you
can’t say
?”
 

“Exactly that — the source didn’t want to be identified.”
 

“What the fuck, Brad? We
always
share sources, whether they want to be identified or not. This isn’t going to Division. We’re fucking partners.” Courtney felt something she couldn’t quite identify; suspicion since she knew Brad well enough to have a clear idea about when he was lying, and guilt for not believing him. She didn’t want to say what was at the edge of her mind, but swallowed and said it anyway.
 

“What are you hiding, Brad?”
 

“What the fuck is right,
Courtney
!” Brad said, suddenly angry for no apparent reason, and throwing his covers to the floor as he leapt out of bed. “Why are you always suspicious of everything I do? I’m sick of this, sick of how you never trust me no matter how hard I try. This shit is all in your head, and you need to get over it. There’s a part of you that’s
sick
if after all this time you still can’t believe me. I mean, fuck,” he wouldn’t look her in the eye, “I’m going to the meetings you asked me to go to and everything, so why can’t you just trust me for once and lay the fuck off?”
 

Brad pulled on his pants and undershirt, then tugged a shirt over his head and started buttoning the undone buttons up the front while Courtney sifted for answers in her mind, watching helplessly as Brad stuffed shit into his bag.
 

“You get ready,” he growled. “I’ll be waiting downstairs.”

He wheeled his bag toward the door, opened it, stepped out into the hall, then tried to slam it behind him, though like every other hotel door it closed with a whisper.

Courtney sat at the edge of the bed, dumfounded until she finally put Helix and Whore together, came up with Willow, then quickly threw on a robe, grabbed a keycard, and stormed out of the room behind him.

Brad was waiting by the elevator. It dinged and opened, but before he stepped inside he glanced to his right and saw Courtney running toward him. She could see the guilt, like fire in his eyes.
 

“Willow! It’s fucking Willow Monroe, isn’t it,” Courtney cried, her anger blooming as she remembered how hard he was when she had yet to open her eyes, waking her with a rampaging fuck while his mind seemed somewhere else. “She’s here, isn’t she?” Courtney demanded, standing two feet from Brad, her robe slightly open and most of her tits showing. She bunched the fabric together, hiding her skin. Cum dripped down her leg and a droplet or two dripped down to the hallway floor.

“Shhhhh,” Brad said, shoving a hand over Courtney’s mouth, then dragging her back to their room. “In here,” he said, unlocking the door, opening it, then throwing her inside.
 

Courtney felt like killing him, and not just for cheating on her — if he had. “You let a murder suspect walk?”
 

For that, Brad held no apology in his eyes. “You know we owe her.”

“We paid that debt, or
you
paid that debt, when you let that murdering whore walk free last year. She comes strolling in here, down in goddamn Florida, then that fucking succubus is fair game.”

Brad looked slightly guilty, but far more angry. “Are you listening to a
word
I’m saying? Willow fed me a tip. That means she fed
us
a tip, Courtney. One we need. This shit is coming from someone higher on the Division ladder than Cooper, and
proves
that Helix is playing games with people’s lives, beyond what we already know. Don’t you think that’s a lot more important than tracking down an old case, especially when you
know
Willow’s not exactly responsible for those murders?
And
, I might add, she’s only going after bad guys now,
not
innocents.”

“So then, you’ll believe pretty much any lie Willow tells you, so long as she’s rubbing pussy in your face, is that it, Hammer?”
 

Brad glared at Courtney, nostrils flaring and lip quivering. He almost looked like he might hit her.
 

She hated herself for feeling turned on.
 

After a half minute of flaring, Brad wrapped his hand back around his luggage, said nothing, then stormed back out the door.
 

Courtney wanted to go after him. Instead, she grabbed her glass of water from the nightstand and hurled it at the door.

Courtney sat on the bed wondering what she should do, fighting the urge to find Willow fucking Monroe and drag her down to Division. Her heart raced as she wondered if Brad was on the way to her already.
 

Courtney wasn’t ready to say she was sorry, but she did need to go find him.
 

She quickly got dressed, still reeking of dick and pussy and all the fluids they made together, then stuffed her own shit inside her own bag, and left the room looking for Brad.
 

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CHAPTER 3 — Courtney Grayson

Courtney figured Brad would be outside the hotel waiting with a cab, but he wasn’t. Then she figured maybe he hit the gym — changed back into his sweats and ran some miles to blow off steam, but he wasn’t there either.