Page 112 of Fire Fight

She sounds shyer than normal, and I’d put it down to coquettishness but the inward pinch of her cheek where her teeth are nibbling tells me it’s not an act.

I pull her closer to me, running my knuckle along her sternum where my words have faded. The gulf between the boy who wrote them and the person I am now seems too wide to be possible in such a short timeframe.

No wonder she’s filled with nerves.

“You make it look incredible,” I murmur, pulling her hair back to suck at her earlobe, feeling the resulting shiver spread across her skin. “There’s only one place it could look better.”

She leaves room for me to expand, then pushes at my shoulder. “And that is?”

“On the floor next to my bed.”

Her laugh abruptly cuts off when the saleslady pauses outside the cubicle. “Are you okay in there?”

“Good. Just laughing at some of the fastenings.”

“If you need a hand…?”

“Thanks, but I’ve sorted them now.”

Her eyes open wide as we listen to the woman move away. There’s another client at the far end of the changing room row, but from the tone of their exchange, it sounds like she’s leaving.

“We’ll have the place to ourselves in a minute.”

“What happens if they catch you in here?”

“They’ll probably add a surcharge on Arnold’s bill.” I tug at the flimsy garment. “What’s next?”

I think she’s about to cry uncle, then Cadence shakes her head and pulls the next item off the pile, a simple shift dress with cutouts along the sides. “This is designed to wear without a bra, so you’ll have to cover your eyes.”

“The only thing I’ll cover is your tits with my mouth.”

She blushes firehose red. A shade that shouldn’t be as attractive as it is.

I let my legs spread further apart, adjusting myself and delighting in the way her eyes follow my hands, lingering a moment after before she raises them to meet mine, swallowing hard.

“Should I test if you’re ready to change into something so skimpy?”

Before she can protest, I have my arm around her, fingers sliding into the back of her panties while her mouth clamps shut, far more scared of being discovered than she is of what I’m doing.

And no wonder. My fingers glide through the satin folds of her wet pussy, the sensation so divine I clench my jaw to hold in a groan.

“You should be on this chair,” I tell her, hauling her onto my lap again, dick twitching as her pert arse rubs against me. “Spreading those legs and letting me taste every part of you.”

She shakes her head, pushing my hands away and I think the moment’s over as she stands. Then she puts a finger to her cheek. “I suppose, since I drove you today, you owe me a forfeit.”

I frown in confusion until she sinks to her knees, eyes twinkling as her fingers work at my belt.

Blood pulses. In my lips. My heated face. My cock.

“In that suit, you’re officially the handsomest version of yourself I’ve ever seen,” she murmurs, fumbling with the new zipper as it catches. The inexperience of her movements is outweighed by her eagerness. “But this enormous bulge looks decidedly uncomfortable.”

Her smile is so broad, a dimple appears in her cheek. An indent I’ve never seen before. She splays her hand across my chest for support as she releases my cock from its confinement, and it strains towards her.

“Let me remedy that situation for you.”

I stare in wonder as she opens her mouth, licking the head, then sucking. Tentative, then growing bolder as she takes me inside her mouth, playing with me like I’m a lollipop and she’s been starved of a sweet treat for years.

A groan escapes my lips, and I cup her head, fingers combing through her hair. “That feels so good.”

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