Page 21 of Thief

John stepped inside and pulled the curtain tight. “What are you up to? You want me to take you in here?”

“No.” She placed small hands on his chest and pushed him against the flimsy sidewall. It rattled ominously under his weight. “I’m going to take you.”

John pulled at the leather around his groin, trying to ease the blood congestion. “What the hell are you on about, little girl?”

“This.” She dragged a battered upholstered stool behind herself and sat directly in front of his groin. “You reckon you can handle it, John?” She reached for the silver zip of his new leather trousers and tugged it down a couple of notches.

He glared at her as a mixture of fury and lust washed through him.

Kat raised her eyebrows and pulled the zipper to reveal the waistband of his boxers. He let out a groan.

A voice came from the other side of the curtain. “Only one person in the cubicle at a time.”

John dragged his attention from Kat’s shining mouth and the downward journey of his fly. He flicked the curtain back an inch and stared out at the hovering assistant who was wringing his hands and shifting from one foot to the other.

“Piss off,” he growled.

“Only one person at a time, that’s the rule and if the manag…ughh.” His words were cut short as John shot his hand from the curtain and wrapped his fingers around the assistant’s long, pale neck.

The young man’s eyes saucered, and he gripped John’s wrist.

“If you like anything about your life, piss off and make sure no one else needs to try anything on.” John tightened his grip farther and pulled the lad to his toes. “Got it?”

The youth squeaked and nodded.

“Good.” John released him as suddenly as he’d grabbed him, slid his hand back into the cubicle and secured the curtain.

Rapid footsteps faded across the shop floor.

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Kat had his flies all the way down now and sizzling heat was radiating out of his tented boxers onto her cheek. She sucked in much needed air as she pulled his cock out. He was straining forward and as hard as a rock. He wasn’t just mildly excited—he looked ready to come right now.

He slid his fingers around her neck and cupped her nape. “I can handle it, Pussy Cat. The question is can you?”

A shiver of goosebumps charged across her flesh at his touch. A cocktail of emotions— lust, fear and anger—surged through her. She’d never done this before but how hard could it be? It was certainly worth a go when it gave her back so much control. The lust dripping from John’s eyes was more intense than anything she’d ever witnessed before.

She tapped her fingers over the lower muscles of his abdomen, making his stomach contract and his engorged dick twitch from his black forest of pubic hair. She was fascinated by the glorious sight of his angry red flesh so close to her mouth, and pouted in anticipation—she wanted to taste him, wanted to know what all that silken flesh on a steel rod would feel like on her tongue, on the roof of her mouth, down her throat.

She yanked the leather farther to release his balls.

He jerked as he braced to support himself and his hand on the back of her neck tightened. “Get on with it…” he said in a low, grating voice.

Kat reached underneath his shaft and took his testicles into her palm, rolled them like two snooker balls being played with in a bag. They were cool and the hair was sparser. She inhaled his wild maleness and the sweetness of new leather. He was an overdose of pheromones, and her female hormones leapt to wicked attention.

“Jeez,” he grunted. “Just do it. We haven’t got all day.”

Kat slackened her jaw and aimed the stretched ‘o’ of her mouth over his shining head. She dragged in a deep breath and slid her lips down the long shaft. Felt the slit of his tip glide over her palate, tasted the salty hint of pre-cum on her tongue and pulled her teeth away from the pulsating veins jutting from his flesh.

She kept on going, farther and farther until he hit the back of her throat. Filled with his thickness, she struggled to control her gag reflex. Tightening her resolve to handle him, she successfully beat down the choking sensation and pulled air through her nose.

He slid right down her throat like a stick of honey.

His fingers clenched in her hair and an animal groan erupted from his lips. “God, yes…fuck yes…”

She backed up from his hardness and dropped down again. A spark flew to her clit as she took him even deeper than before, the gag reflex no longer an issue. She curled her tongue like a deep duvet around his shaft, rippling it along the base with her pointed tip. She pushed her hand between her own legs and applied pressure through the leathers straight onto her sex. She wanted to come too. She might in a minute.

Both his hands gripped the back of her head now, and his harsh gasps swirled around the changing room. She heard voices through the curtain, a woman speaking to the assistant about a present for her husband. She ignored them. The thought of John about to cum in mouth was her over-riding thought. But he didn’t, instead he lifted his hands and left her free to move as she pleased.

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