Grines doesn't give any of the agents a chance to reply before cutting the connection short and the screen goes blank.
"Well things are getting just a little more fucked up than they were before," Stone says.
"You're telling me," Greyson agrees with a snort. "Well I'm going to do just what Grines suggested and get some much needed rest."
"I hear that one," Dupree says standing up. "But first I need a good and long hot shower. I don't ever want to see a sewer again as long as I live."
Stone laughs. "Come on. Where's your sense of adventure Mel?"
She glares at him. "How about we see where yours is when there isn't any hot water left." She turns and heads through the hall toward bathroom. Stone bounds up and races after her and it quickly become a race to the bathroom.
"Not too bad for an old man today," Cassidy says just before Greyson walks into his room.
He turns around and gives her a grizzled look and says, "Old man?"
She grins and within seconds she is off the couch, pressing her body against his. Her mouth touches his for a soft, sweet kiss that lasts for only a few seconds.
Greyson draws back. "I'm sorry."
It quickly leaves Cassidy confused and aroused and full of guilt. She presses against him more, standing on her tip toes to reach him, he'd bends his head to meet hers and their second kiss leads to much more.
"We can't do this," he whispers. "We're partners for God's sake."
"I won't let that compromise anything if you don't," Cassidy whispers back.
Greyson lets the thought filter through then grabs up Cassidy and carries her into the room and drops her onto the bed. Greyson begins kissing his way down the center of her body, pushing the fabric of her shirt up to bare her stomach for his mouth. He pushes her shirt high, his hands curving up and over her breasts and she arches my back.
Greyson's mouth moves lower until Cassidy feels his teeth against the front of her jeans. She lifts her head and he meets her eyes, his hands still cupping her breasts and he looks at her with such ferocious hunger it sends a chill through her.
Greyson moves, slipping off the bed, his hands leaving her breasts reluctantly. Cassidy thinks he is going to stand up and leave, maybe having second thoughts, but instead he strips off his shirt and leans over her, his hands grasping her hips as he pulls her across the surface of the bed toward him.
He puts a finger to his lips, putting on a serious face. Then he reaches for the button on her jeans. She can't help but laugh. Cassidy watches his muscular arms and chest as he quickly and efficiently unbuttons and unzips her pants.
Greyson is tugging her jeans down, dragging her panties with them, his eyes focused on the skin he is baring as he goes. Cassidy watches him, thrilled as he drops the clothes to the floor and lifts her legs, parting them, staring at her pussy as he presses her thighs wide. She shivers, knowing she is wet and swollen.
He drops to his knees between her legs, takes a moment to strip off his shirt and pulls her closer, delivering her pussy to his waiting mouth. Cassidy tenses in anticipation of the heat of his touch. He moves slowly so that at first she feels his breath on her skin and then a second later, the warmth of his lips as he kisses her labia.
"If you I had known you were going to do this, we'd have showered first," she says with the last word coming out a sigh as he presses his lips to her pussy again. Greyson doesn't says anything and when she lifts her head to look at him, the slit of her pussy is clearly visible as is the pink tip of his tongue as he slides it between her pussy lips.
Her head falls back to the bed's surface and she clamps her mouth shut as Greyson begins to slowly eat her pussy. Cassidy slides her hands up over her breasts and strokes them, pausing to undo the fastener of her bra to remove the barrier of fabric. Greyson glances up, not lifting his head and moans appreciatively as she runs her fingers over her erect nipples, encircling them and increasing her pleasure.
Greyson continues to lick his way around her labia, avoiding her clit, turning her on slowly, tightening her arousal like a guitar string. She pants as he licks and sucks, thrilled by the wet sounds.
Cassidy has to bite her lip when his tongue finally touches her clit as it sends a shock through her whole body. She pinches her nipples and squirms, holding her breath to keep from crying out as his tongue flicks over and around the sensitive flesh. He licks until she is squirming with pleasure and then drops low, thrusting his tongue deep inside her, eliciting a long, soft moan from her.
After a second he returns to licking her again, more slowly, from top to bottom in a lazy stroking motion, letting his tongue dip into her pussy hole before returning to her clit to circle it with the tip of his tongue. She squirms and arches her back, still stroking her nipples.
"I want your cock," Cassidy says, trying to sit up. "I want to cum."
He grins and kisses her clit once before letting go of her thighs and standing up. Cassidy strips off my shirt and bra and watches with anticipation as he undoes the fastener on his jeans and begins to lower them. Her pussy throbs when his cock springs free from the confines of his pants and she feels her mouth begin to water.
Cassidy sat up and as soon as he stepped out of his jeans she is reaching for him, wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft and stroking the smooth skin lightly. He takes a step toward her and slides his fingers through her hair, combing the long strands fondly.
She leans closer and opens her mouth, kissing the very tip of his cock wetly. He sighs and she smiles to herself. She leans closer still and runs her tongue around the fat head of his cock, swirling and circling for a while before dragging it all the way down the length of his shaft, holding it lightly in one hand while her other hand slides between his legs to cup his balls, drawing out a deeper this time.
She returns to the head of his cock and takes it between her lips, sucking lightly, lifting her gaze to meet his. "Mmm," he says fondly. "That's it."
Cassidy smiles around his cock and sucks him deeper letting her lips slip past the flared end of his cockhead. She moves her tongue in waves against the underside of his cock and he slides his hands into her hair, cradling her head in his huge palms.
She works her mouth down his cock and drops her hand to his thigh, letting him guide himself over her tongue. He rocks, sliding his cock forward and back, stroking himself in the warm smoothness of her mouth. She rocks too, wanting to take him deeper to push his arousal higher and starts stroking his balls, noticing they are tightening already.
"You are fantastic," Greyson moans. "I love your mouth."
He holds her head in his hands lightly and together they move. His cock slides further and further into her mouth, making her lips flare wide as his thickness stretches them. Gradually, his pace quickens and his breathing grows heavy. She cups his tight balls in her palm and pushes forward more, fighting her gag reflex as the tipoff his cock reaches the back of her mouth.
"Oh baby, that's deep," he whispers. She pulls at him, wrapping her hands around his hard thighs and pulling until his cock slides deeper still. She moves her tongue as best as she can and he groans, his grip on her head tightening. "Fuck," he says. "That's fucking good."
Cassidy moves forward and back slowly, concentrating on the motion of her tongue along the underside of his cock, paying close attention to his reactions as she does. She takes him deep again and holds him there, on the verge of being unable to breathe, and he holds her head tight pressing himself against the back of her throat.
"You're going to make me cum," he says in a strained breath.
Cassidy feels herself gagging and draws back, recovering only when his cock has left her lips. "Do it," she whispers looking up at him. She moves forward, engulfing his cock and he tenses, pushing hard until her body spasms as she gags.