Flashpoint Spike Novels & Stories

That's what must have sent spike over the edge because he groaned, and I felt his hot cum splash into my pussy at the same time my orgasm overtook my body and almost made me pass out. When spike finished shooting his load inside me, he leaned on my back and hugged me with his cock still inside my cum soaked pussy. We stayed that way until his cock wilted enough and popped out of me. We got up and went to the bathroom and saw Becky and Brad were still enjoying their first fuck in a real bed.

And from this distance, I wasn’t supposed to be able to hear a damn thing but my hyper fixation on them made it very easy to. “Eyes front, Cara Mia,” he said to her while the endearment he used, my love, felt like acid against my own veins. Her spine went rigid, her eyes fluttering as she forced her gaze away from me and fixed it forward instead. Like she was ignoring me. My jaw locked as my nails pressed into my palm so hard I could swear that I had drawn my own blood. But then I exhaled slowly. The rage didn’t fade, not at all, it just settled. It had to. For now.

First: general cognitive prompts. Stable. Second: border checkpoint audio playback. Minor spike. Expected. “Now council identifiers,” the doctor said quietly. The screen shifted. A recorded voice spoke a council member’s name. Linda’s neural activity jumped. Sharp. Her fingers twitched slightly against the armrest. “Spike,” the technician confirmed. “Again,” the doctor ordered. Another name. Another spike. “Clearance codes,” the doctor said. A sequence of authorisation numbers played. The spike intensified.

But then it was as if Griffin wasn’t done with him yet because somewhere into the third section, his crew, which had been lurking in the shadow near the edge of the track, suddenly hurled something forward into Jettison Lane. "Sh*t—" The scream tore out of me before I could stop myself, my heart abruptly stopping as the thing they threw caught the light. My breath caught. Spikes. A trap. Omg!!!! Fortunately Jett saw it at the last second, and his bike, which had been riding at so much speed, immediately screeched to a halt, missing the spike by an inch. I gasped, clutching the railing so hard my nails nearly dug into it, and my breath came out in a trembling rush.

The Axis coils tight, vibrating against my ribs, furious at being restrained from protecting me the way it knows how. “I am choosing,” I say through clenched teeth, voice shaking, “not to respond.” The telemetry flattens. Dead still. The chamber goes silent. I sag against Rowan, every muscle trembling. “This,” I whisper, “is what consent looks like when power is real.” Someone cuts the feed. Too late. Enemy POV: The spike failed. She didn’t flare. She didn’t collapse. She internalized. That was not in the model. Public response is fracturing unpredictably. Sympathy metrics rising. Coalition credibility dropping.

Hearing voices, I ducked as a flashlight made its way through the parking lot accompanied by deep voices I presumed was security. When they finally passed, I lay back against the chair, a hand over my forehead, shaking my head. What the hell just happened? What the FRICKIN HELL just happened? My brain kept asking these delightful questions over and over and over again. I glanced down at the camera bag, reaching out to take it. Flipping through the footage I replayed the last scenes. Everything had been recorded except me, it seemed I knocked the camera down in my panic and now only a shadowed form of me was seen pulling out Justin from the water. Sighing I glanced down at my ripped shirt the

The reinforced soil of Zandor wasn't even dented by her slap, displaying just how amazing the Battlefield Mode was! General Siwa moved swiftly, and at the right time too; for her back had hardly left the ground when an earth spike as thin as a cicada's wing yet with the length of three men stacked together, sprouted from the ground and pierced the air. The sharp sound produced from its flash with the surrounding wind elements was akin to the sound produced from two clashing blades. This was a spike so sharp that General Siwa who didn't doubt Panther wondered if she would be unscathed from such a strike.

I giggled. "No that's no- fuck it just do it after." She said and cut off the link. Damn, she must be really furious. "This is going to be fucking interesting." Noah said as he leaned on the wall behind us. "Yeah..." —————————————————— "And this how the system immune is created, any question?" Blaze asked as the girls who he designated to be his assistant, stayed too close to him much to my displeasure. She was touching him, his strong arms. She can't fucking do that!

After much hesitation, Arthur instructed his men to bring a laptop to Mable. Blair only said to keep an eye on Mable so she would not leave. He never said Mable could not have a laptop. Mable started searching for Spike’s location after getting a computer. Spike’s watch was installed with GPS tracking. Even if the device was switched off, she could still find a signal. Mable logged into a tracking website and found Spike’s location. The computer displayed an address less than 12 miles from Royal View Villa. It was an area called East Hills.

************************* "Tomorrow's the big day huh?" "Yeah," Rico smiled. "Woulda been today but, I let everyone go home for the holidays. Once we wrap up shooting tomorrow, the first episode of The Spark goes live," he grinned, clicking his glass with Jessi's. "It's gonna be a bang." Jessi took a sip and relaxed, dropping her glass on the stool between them. She'd replaced Sofia and Ryan on the recliner and they'd been speaking since then. "Hey, Rico didn't know you guys were here."