The Gray Man Ch. 22 - Spy Game

Fiona stroked and licked before she moved to lick his balls briefly before sucking them into her mouth as her hand slid up and down his thick, pulsating slut taming cock. Finally, she moved to the head and started to inhale the beast.

Fiona enjoyed sucking cock, and wasn't afraid to admit it either, and unlike a lot of women, Fiona would admit to drawing pleasure from the act and not just drawing pleasure because she knew she was giving pleasure to the man, but that she enjoyed it, as well.

She bobbed her head on the first few inches, then tried to take more until she gagged when his cock started trying to enter her throat. Usually once Fiona gagged she was finished, but this monster trying to slide into her throat made her want more. Fiona gagged herself on nearly every bob, but kept going. Gray's hand was resting lightly on the back of Fiona's head, and he wasn't trying to force-fuck her throat or anything, so Fiona was the one trying to take more and more of TJ's giant member into her mouth and throat. Eventually, she knew that he wasn't going to cum from just that, and the act of pleasing the beast had her own pussy dripping onto the bed.

She moved to her knees and pulled her nightshirt over her head, shaking her long red hair free as she crawled back up his body. She straddled his muscular thighs as she leaned down, her large tits pressing against his chest as she whispered, "Let me give you rest, Gray," Fiona rained light kisses on Gray's cheeks, his eyes, his face; light as butterflies and twice as fast, she couldn't cover his skin quickly enough, her fingers fluttering over Gray's skin, the side of his throat. One of her hands reached between them for his heart, to feel the beating core of this man, and the other reached down again for the heat of Gray's cock, the smooth length of him, but the angle was all wrong.

Gray helped her find his cock and positioned himself against her slick wetness. He didn't press into her, knowing instead that Fiona would want to take him first, to tease herself and probably him too with her slow arrival. He didn't mind that, he didn't mind that at all. It wasn't often that Gray was able to receive like this. Normally, he didn't like to give up control, but with everything going on, at this moment it's exactly what he needed, and Fiona knew that. Tonight Gray would give up control, lie still, savor each moment, each movement, every touch.

Fiona crawled further up his body, lined his cock up with her dripping wet pussy and pushed back just an inch. The thick crown of his cock entered her. Fiona stopped, took a couple of deep breaths. She held her weight off of him, then with a look of intense concentration, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, Fiona slipped and slid herself down on to Gray's length.

"Ohhh, fuck. You are huge," she sighed as she pushed herself up and placed her hands on his chest. Slowly, ever so slowly Fiona took Gray deep into herself, sliding down onto his shaft; and even though he was long and thick and she was tight, Fiona was so unbelievably wet it was one long, exquisite slide and Gray filled her so very, very deeply. Her eyes opened wide with the wonder of him inside her, then her eyes flickered shut with the perfect pleasure, the exquisite ecstasy of their slow, gentle fuck.

Fiona whispered again as she felt the firmness of Gray's pelvis against her splayed legs, "Don't move."

Fiona wanted Gray to see her, so she straightened herself above him, still impaled on his cock, and when he reached up for her she pressed his hands tightly against her breasts. She arched her back and sat high over him, gazing down, watching him watching her.

"Don't cum, not yet," whispered Fiona, as an orgasm began to already build deep within her. Her face was a mask of concentration that told Gray more about her than she dared reveal. Gray instantly knew that lovers, a fiance, a husband would cum before she was finished. Her mind was focused on finding her release before her partner raced to theirs."Not yet, please," she pleaded

Gray smiled and gently pinched her nipples causing a moan to fall from her lips, "Don't worry, I'm nowhere near ready. Take your time, enjoy the ride, Fiona."

One hand gripped Gray's forearm, while with her other hand Fiona reached up to the twist of her hair, and it fell in a glorious cascade like burning water all around her. Gray reached up once again, his hands holding Fiona's face like a prayer. He began to thrust up into her, sensing she was close and closer to her peak, her climbing pleasure, pushing himself up into Fiona as she pushed down onto him.

She leaned over him, her breasts dropping, and with both her hands she clasped Gray's hands and stretched them over his head. And Fiona felt her orgasm build from deep within her body, surging through her and she wanted Gray.

Gray whispered, "Good girl, cum for me, Fiona. Cum on my big cock."

Fiona found her release, with a high pitched squeal of delight, "Ohh, oh," echoed by a low moan from Gray's throat, "uhnnh."

Fiona collapsed onto him, her fingers still linked through his, her body quivering with the lingering jolts of her orgasm. Her lips found Gray's pulse on his throat, as Gray continued to slowly fuck in and out of her. She was tired, she knew he had to be exhausted but the slow sensual fuck just kept going.

Fiona was rocked on Gray's torso as she felt his cock grind deep into her depths. After more orgasms than she had ever had she leaned around and nibbled Gray's ear. "Your turn, Ghost, I want to taste you."

She slipped off of his cock and slid back down to put her mouth over the head of his cock, her tongue dancing along the slit as one hand stroked him into her mouth. A soft groan came from TJ's mouth as Fiona's mouth was filled with long, molten jets of the American's cum.

When he was finished, Fiona looked up at him and bit her lip and smiled, "Can you sleep now?"

Gray smiled, and sweet goodness, the look he gave her! She cupped the curve of his face and kissed him on the lips. Unlike those who came before him, Gray didn't shy away from a kiss after she had swallowed his cum. She knew that sometime later, she would kiss him again.

They slept, Fiona curled with her back against Gray's belly and chest, his arms wrapped around her smallness. Fiona stirred first, but lay still within Gray's embrace, thinking about him.

She felt naturally safe with this man, even though she didn't know the first thing about him, other than the Omar family wanted him dead and that he worked for a relatively unknown American intelligence agency. His default mode seemed to be one of a ferocious protector.

Fiona wondered what deeper moods, what passions lay beneath his surfaceI She remembered the look that he had given her French counterpart earlier and she knew she never wanted to see a storm in this man's eyes directed at her. There's a calmness here that could be dangerous, if the wind started to blow really hard.

She slipped from the bed early in the morning and almost gasped as she saw the violent scars that criss crossed his back. She was an experienced operative and even in training she had never seen anything that prepared her for her lover's injuries. Her hands went to her mouth and she knew that the man she had slept with had seen more, done more, experienced more hell on earth than any one person should have to endure.

Fiona moved to the kitchenette and made two cups of coffee. When they were finished she sat on the edge of the bed as Gray's eyes opened. She handed him his cup. Gray inhaled the aroma as he sat up on one elbow and took a drink. He sat the rest of the way up, he rested a hand on Fiona's bare thigh and looked at her gently, "Thank you."

Fiona's body instantly responded to his touch. She wanted to open her thighs to give him access and have his amazing cock eventually bury itself deep into her body. She sighed, knowing that her fantasy would have to wait, there was work to do. She looked at him and winked, "You're welcome, we need to get to work."

The two agents proceeded to get ready for their day. Gray told her about the Nocturne en Noir and they discussed options. Gray rotated his neck, loosening the tension that he was carrying before he spoke. "I do not like Dubois."

Fiona laughed, "No shit mate, I would have never guessed."

Gray chuckled, "She's brash, arrogant, and isn't experienced enough to realize there is shit she doesn't know. Not being aware of your blindspots gets people killed."

Fiona sighed, "Let's be honest Gray, none of us have seen what you have. Even you have blindspots, do you know what they are?"

TJ smirked, "Fair point, and yes I know most of mine."

Fiona winked, "Most. Don't be so hard on the kid. We all had to start somewhere."

TJ nodded, "No promises but I'll try."

The four gathered again, this time at a cafe away from the hotel. Gray told them about Nocturne en Noir. Camille immediately interjected, "I'm going."

TJ looked at Fiona before he could respond. "That's not the best option Camille. I have no doubt that you will become an excellent field operative. However, it's probably best if I go alone."

The fire flared in the young frenchwoman's eyes, "I demand to be one of the two attending the event," Camille said assertively, her voice brimming with confidence.

Gray, again took a deep breath. "Camille, you're skilled, but this mission requires subtlety and finesse. Nocturne en Noir is a high-profile affair, and we need operatives who can blend seamlessly into the crowd."

Camille's eyes narrowed, a defiant glint in them. "I can handle myself. Stop fucking patronizing me or underestimating me."

Fiona, trying to deescalate the situation, chimed in, "It's not about underestimating you, Camille. We value your abilities, but this mission calls for experience. These are dangerous people."

Camille's frustration bubbled to the surface, and she clenched her fists. "I won't be sidelined, my country, my operation."

Erik finally spoke up. His voice full of his stoic calmness, but there was no doubting the authority it carried, "Camille, listen. We know you're talented, but this mission requires delicate handling. We need someone who can blend in effortlessly, charm their way through conversations, and remain composed under pressure."

Camille's jaw tightened, but she couldn't deny the wisdom in their words. She knew she tended to be more abrasive and direct, a style that wouldn't suit the elegant soirée.

Fiona softened her tone, trying to reassure Camille. "We have other crucial roles for you in this mission. While Gray and I attend the event, you'll be instrumental in coordinating communication and providing support from the outside."

Erik added, "Your role is vital, Camille. You'll be our eyes and ears, ensuring our safety and guiding us through the evening."

After a moment of contemplation, Camille's stubborn expression softened. "Fine, I'll stay back, but don't think I'll be twiddling my thumbs while you're out there."

The four spent the rest of the week pouring over floor plans, egress routes and anything else they could think of. Finally, the day of the event Gray got a call from Underwood telling him that tickets were waiting for him at the US Embassy.

Gray heard the shower running as he returned to the suite. The door was wide open as he peeked in and saw Fiona showering. Her red hair pulled into a bun, the water cascading over her porcelain skin. Gray had enjoyed his time with her, and their nightly sexual encounters as well.

TJ began to get himself ready for the evening as well. A quick shave, a last minute review of all of the intel they had, then finally it was time to dress.

Gray adjusted his black tuxedo in front of the full-length mirror, making sure every detail was perfect. He wore a crisp white dress shirt with an understated black tie, completing the classic look with polished black dress shoes. His entire demeanor exuded sophistication, the perfect cover for the evening. It was time to be The Ghost.

Meanwhile, Fiona stood beside him, the epitome of elegance in a floor-length midnight blue gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. The dress had a subtle shimmer that caught the light, hinting at mystery and allure. Her cascading auburn hair was styled in loose waves, and she wore a pair of stunning diamond earrings that glittered like stars.

Gray's gaze lingered on Fiona for a moment longer than necessary before he spoke, his voice low and steady. "You look stunning, Fiona."

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with appreciation. "Thank you, Gray. You clean up pretty well yourself."

As they stepped out of the hotel suite and into the elevator, Gray reviewed their plan one last time. "Remember, we're blending in as guests. No unnecessary attention."

Fiona nodded, her professional demeanor taking over. "Understood." She paused, "Do you get nervous?"

Gray smirked, "Every damn time. If you don't get nervous then you are foolish, and in this profession fools die."

The elevator doors opened, revealing the opulent lobby of the hotel. They made their way to the waiting chauffeured car that Erik was driving. Gray opened the door for Fiona with a courteous gesture.

Arriving at the venue, an exquisite mansion that seemed to glow in the moonlight, Gray and Fiona exchanged a nod,it was game time. They joined the stream of elegantly dressed attendees, stepping into the grand event with a demeanor that exuded grace and charm.

The foyer of the mansion was bathed in soft candlelight, casting dancing shadows on the marble floors. The sound of an enchanting orchestra filled the air, adding to the aura of mystery and allure that enveloped the ball.

Gray and Fiona expertly navigated through the crowd, blending seamlessly with the well-heeled guests. Their eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of Omar and Fatima.

Fiona's heart pounded in her chest, she marveled at how composed Gray was. She felt her hand shaking as it was laced into the crook of her date's arm. Gray remained composed as he led her through the crowd, analyzing the situation and calculating the best approach to their target.

As they entered the grand ballroom, the captivating scene unfolded before them, and Fiona could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Fiona looked at her date, "We weren't expecting bodyguards. What's the plan?"

Gray smiled, "Sometimes you go to the target, sometimes you bring the target to you." Gray looked up and saw a very familiar figure gliding into the mansion on the arm of a tall, striking gentleman. Mask or no mask, Gray recognized the way the woman moved, every step screamed sexuality.

TJ did not hesitate to plot an intercept course as the couple worked their way through the crowd. The auburn-haired beauty glimpsed him as they approached. She excused herself from her escort and diverted towards them.

When they were a few inches apart, sexual tension filled the space between them. Fiona was a beautiful woman who had fucked Gray every evening during this past week and never doubted the intensity of their dance. But now, in the presence of this lithe vixen she suddenly felt very out of her league.

TJ smiled, "Nikki, what brings you to Paris? Work or pleasure?"

The young Russian smiled coquettishly up at him, the soft curve of her breasts peeking out the sides of her black evening gown, her eyes twinkling behind her mask. "Evening, Gray. What a nice surprise, seeing you here." She lifted her gloved hand to him, and he took it and touched a genteel kiss to it. "That will be up to my companion," Nikki said, "but so far he has not been a chore."

TJ nodded. "I do hope your work is pleasurable. I've no doubt it will be for him."

The sensual young Sparrow glowed at the compliment. "We'll see. I was sorry to hear how things went between you and The Fox. A pity, she had great potential. Is it true that you rode her until she broke?" A playful gleam sparkled in her eye.

TJ winked, "Don't believe everything you hear, my dear."

Nikki turned, allowing one of her satin fingers to graze along TJ's hand, letting it linger for a few seconds. "Perhaps someday our paths will cross again, and we will see if I can break you before you break me." She leaned and kissed Gray's cheek, glanced to Fiona and smiled politely, the look in her eyes saying, Don't be mad at him.

Fiona realized that she hadn't breathed. She let go of her breath as she watched Nikki stride away, the back of her dress low enough to reveal not only that she wasn't wearing a bra, she wasn't wearing panties, either. Fiona was not gay, not even remotely bisexual, but the encounter with the Russian had pushed every sexual tension button that she had. Finally she whispered, "Who was that?"

TJ allowed the scent of Nikki's perfume to fill his senses. "Nikki Simonova." He turned his lips toward her ear and lowered his voice. "She's SVR. One of their Sparrow agents."

Fiona looked at him skeptically. "I thought they were just a Cold War myth."

Gray smirked, "Not a myth... you just met one. Trained at Kazan. She and I have crossed paths before. If her government knew that I knew she was a Sparrow, it would probably not go well for her."

Fiona breathed, "How do you know?"

TJ sighed, "Let's just say a comrade found out the hard way."

Fiona groaned, each step caused her to feel pleasure deep within her very core. She finally asked, "Do you have a plan?" It didn't take her long to find out as Gray stepped from the crowd and walked up to Ahmed and Fatima. Gray pulled down his mask, revealing his face.

Fatima lifted a hand to her mouth as she immediately recognized the American. It took Ahmed a moment to recover, "Mr. Gray, What brings you to Paris?"

TJ ignored Ahmed as he addressed Fatima, his confident smirk returned, "I'm glad you know who I am. I have a message for you and your husband. First, I find it interesting that only one bed is used when you and your nephew stay together. You may not want to tell Nazir that, he may get upset knowing his wife is fucking his nephew. Second, and this one you should tell him. I am not dead, but I am the ghost and I know more than he thinks I know. About everything. I hope you two enjoy your evening, I'll see you in Glasgow sometime in the future, I'm sure."

Gray adjusted his mouth and walked away with Fiona, disappearing into the crowd. She whispered, "Are you sure that was a good plan?"

TJ smiled, "Men like Ahmed and Nazir don't like thinking there is someone tougher than them. You poke the bear and the bear comes hunting."

TJ and Fiona settled in to enjoy the evening and wait for Ahmed's next move. Ahmed hurriedly talked to his guards before slipping out the door with Fatima. Fiona texted Erik and told him to follow and report back.

As the evening was ending, Gray and Fiona left the mansion to the waiting Audi. Gray opened the rear door and Fiona entered as Gray scanned the horizon. Before TJ could enter, the passenger window to the Audi was lowered. TJ was looking into the ice cold eyes of Camille pointing a silenced Glock 17 at his head. "Go home, TJ and Erik and Fiona will go free."

As the car sped off into the night Gray heard movement behind him. When he turned he saw Fatima Omar, only a few feet from him. "You heard her, Mr. Gray. Go home. My husband is not nearly as kind as his brother was, and we both know what happened to you at his hands. The same fate awaits anyone you care about if you continue this foolish pursuit."

As Fatima faded into the darkness Gray picked up the phone and dialed. He called back Underwood who picked up on the first ring. "Shooter, Go," TJ heard Gretchen on the speaker phone, "Hi Teej," she said happily.

Gray did the math, it was 6 pm on the East Coast on a Friday. Underwood was with Gretchen, probably going someplace for the weekend or maybe just out to dinner. Unfortunately, Gray didn't have time to waste.