ATF Universe
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A bright light blared in agent Standish's eyes, waking him. In a groggy state, he scanned his surroundings only to realize the warm breeze that poured over him was from the ocean and not the ceiling fan in his room.
Jolting up from his reclined position, Ezra realized he was sitting in the sand under a large palm tree on the beach. He rose, clad in only khaki cargo shorts, a light sheen of sweat covered his tanned robust upper body as he began walking towards a path not far away.
Heading up the path, he earnestly searched the area for her. He hoped she was here with him. Claire was Ezra's one true love. They had only been dating for a short time but the energy between them was so strong, they could not stand being separated for very long. He knew she was the one the moment she spilled her coffee on his new suit her first day as an ATF agent.
A few yards up the path stood a slightly disheveled hut. Ezra approached the tenement cautiously, and he poked his head in to see if anyone was home. To his surprise, he recognized some of the belongings as he proceeded inside. He surveyed the accommodations with disgust. They were meager to say the least; there was a table and chairs on one side of the room near a make shift sink and counter. On the other side of the room were several chairs and chest of drawers and instead of a bed, there was a hammock. He wondered how he ended up in such a beautifully hellish paradise.
Staring out the back of the hut, Ezra didn't hear Claire return. She stood in the doorway marveling at the amazing physique of her lover. Turning around he revealed the hard golden muscles of his chest, his vibrant green eyes and strong powerful arms. The sight of him alone set her passion for him in motion.
Claire advanced into the room; she was wearing one of Ezra's shirts, and it was large on her frame acting much like a dress. A few of the buttons were undone, revealing the warm bronzed skin underneath. The mere glimpse of her shapely legs, full breasts, the way her long golden blond hair fell on her shoulders and sparkling blue eyes drove him insane. She was an astonishing beauty; each time he saw her his yearning to possess her grew more furious.
"Where have you been darling?" she inquired, advancing towards him.
"Out," Ezra said shortly.
"Out! Ezra, I've been looking for you for a half an hour. Maybe next time you could mention it to me if you are going somewhere."
A cocky look of enjoyment appeared on his face. "Did you miss me dear?"
"Oh Ezra!" She turned away crossing her arms over her chest, her frustration evident.
Claire's action lightly hiked her shirt further up her body, bringing to view the slightest outline of her rounded bottom. This sight fully brought Ezra's arousal alive. He was in a sporting mood so he decided to play with her a little more to see if he had the same affect on her that she was having on him. She had quite a temper and sometimes could be very stubborn. When she was like this he just wanted to pull her into his arms and ravish the stubborn streak right out of her.
"I didn't realize I had to get permission to leave this pitiful excuse for a dwelling."
"Well I just wanted to know where you are in case something happened and I need you," she said, tilting her head to emphasize her point.
"I see. So, it is alright for you to disobey orders and go off on your own during a bust, but I am forbidden to catch a bit of fresh air while incarcerated here in this hovel!" he said, getting even more exasperated with her by the second. It was only a matter of time before his need overtook him and her claimed her in a surge of passion.
Moving closer to him, she could just feel her blood beginning to boil with desire to possess him as well as throttle him. "Oh no. You are not turning this around to be my fault."
"I am the boss, love, and I told you not to go off on your own. I, on the other hand, merely went for a walk and was not in any imminent danger and neither were you. I am not in the wrong."
"O.K. Ezra, you want to play it that way, fine. What kind of disciplinary action do you plan on enacting to curb my childish actions?" Claire closed the gap between them, her fingers devilishly toying with the buttons of her shirt. She slowly released one, exposing the top of her breast. Ezra's mouth began to water at the prospect of tasting the sweet flesh.
An evil grin splayed across his chiseled face as he glanced over to the hammock in the corner. Seeing what he was looking at, the same devilish thoughts came to mind as Claire ran her hand across Ezra's arms, a seductive smile adorning her lips.
Ezra took one of Claire scarves tying her hands together.
"Ezra? What are you doing?"
"Turning you into my courtesan," he replied in his in control response.
Her eyes were the size of silver dollars as he pulled her by her restraints over to the hammock. "Ezra Standish, you animal! You are not going to make love to me there! It is too small, it will fall apart by just looking at it."
"A tight squeeze!" he replied with an incorrigible smile. "Precisely, what I have in mind."
Without further ado, he slid in to the hammock and pulled Claire on top of him in a straddle position. Briefly, they swung frantically until he steadied them with his foot. Grasping the scarf holding her hands together, he looped it around his neck, confining her to him.
"Kiss me," he whispered, easing her closer to him.
"No."
"Yes."
She did. Moments later, Claire was even amused and equally aroused by Ezra's little game. She tugged on the scarf and teased, "Be good, I'm in the perfect spot to do some damage."
"Yes, my dear, that's what makes this game so exciting," he mocked as he stroked her breasts through her shirt bringing her nipples to full attention. Fervently, he unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, revealing her luscious firm breasts to his gaze. "In addition to being my courtesan darling, I must also trust you with my neck."
"Trust ME to not strangle you?"
Chuckling, Ezra ran his hand up her silken thighs to the top of his shorts, taking her breast in his mouth as he released his erection. His hands firmly planted on her hips easing her onto him. "Go ahead love, strangle away," he whispered into her breast.
A small giggle escaped her as he pounded deeper into her, putting an end to her giggles transforming them into manic gasps of pleasure.
"Are you still angry with me?" he replied huskily.
She was hot and tight around him, her smile full of affection. "I am strangling you, aren't I?"
"Good Lord, yes," came his ragged response. He pushed her legs further apart until they were firmly planted on the floor. Feeling her fingernails in the back of his neck intensified his passion as he stared up into her beautiful blue eyes, sparkling and full of passion and arousal. "Swing darling!" he ordered.
"Swing? What?"
"Oh, Ezra!" she gasped as the two came into motion as one. Before their little game ended, the two lovers swayed savagely in every imaginable direction. As well as a few new ones too.
After rocketing to new heights in each other's love, they lay spent, entwined together. Ezra released Claire from her bonds and she lazily stroked his muscular chest as he playfully massaged her creamy soft shoulder. She looked up to say something to him as the wind blew and the sunlight instantaneously came in, blinding the couple.+ + + + + + +
The bright light pounded into Ezra's eyes. As he slowly began to open his eyes he heard faint beeping sounds and low voices. Someone was saying, "He's waking up." His eyes fully open, he saw Claire looking down at him, her eyes red and tear stained. Trying to speak he uttered, "What happened? What's going on?"
"Ezra, you're awake. Darling, I thought I was gonna lose you," pressing a light kiss to his forehead. "Honey, you were shot during that bust. You saved Chris's and my life. I love you, Ezra!"
"I don't remember. All I saw was this bright light and then we were on the beach in some shack…"
"Shhh, Ezra. Not now, you need to rest," Claire said, her hand resting on his forehead. He squeezed her hand through the haze and drifted back to sleep, dreaming of their recent unbelievable encounter.
THE END
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