Page 58 of Thief

The chill air hit her flesh.

“It’s too dark to see anything,” he whispered. “Are you sore?” Tenderly, he rubbed his palm over the top swell of her right breast which hung unsupported.

“It’s okay, I think, but he’s ripped my dress, my favourite hit dress.”

“You don’t need a hit dress, any more,” he said firmly.

“Oh, yes, I forgot.”

He moved his hand to her other exposed breast. His fingertips wandered carefully over her flesh. “This one okay?” His voice was suddenly husky, the way she’d noticed it became when he was thinking of sex. Her breath caught. Surely not here, not now? The image filled her with heady excitement. It was so seedy, so dirty, so silent and murky behind the filthy skip.

“Maybe a little tender here.” She reached for his hand and directed it onto her erect nipple.

“Just here?” He lowered his head and followed where his fingers had brushed with his tongue. “I guess I’ll have to kiss all the sore spots better then.” He pulled her nipple gently onto the roll of his tongue.

“Mmm.”

“And this one?” His fingers swept over her other breast, taking in the nipple and supporting the underside with his palm. “Does it need kissing better?”

“Yes, it needs your kisses, needs you. I need…” Her words trailed off as she pressed her hands on his hair and pushed her chest out for his attention. She let out a low groan as memories of Carlos touching her were brushed away and replaced with desire for John.

“I’ll tell you what I need,” his voice was suddenly urgent. “I need to get my cock between these.” He stood upright and reached for his zipper. “If I don’t, I’m gonna burst, baby.”

Kat looked up at him through the darkness. Excitement raced through her veins, and even more adrenaline was released into her system. Maybe it was the fright she’d just had, maybe it was the way he’d risked himself to protect her. Whatever it was, she was flying on something and needed a release. She wanted to connect with John and explode.

Prove we both survived.

She reached out to help him, but he’d already freed his erection. The sight of it, huge and demanding, outlined against his dark leathers made her pussy melt. He was so gorgeous, so perfect.

“Like this,” he said, gently palming the outer orbs of her breasts. “Hold like this and let me bury myself in your cleavage.”

Kat took over his hand positions, felt the hot weight of her breasts as she moulded them to form a deep channel. John stood straight, and her face was suddenly level with his leather-clad abdomen, the wall the perfect height.

He took his cock in one hand, held her shoulder with the other and pushed his hips forward. “You okay to do this?” he whispered.

“Yes.” She tipped her head down and swept her tongue over the slit of his protruding cock. “More than okay.”

“Ah, jeez.” He groaned, smoothing a hand over her hair. “Every part of you feel’s so good.” She treated him to another swirl of her tongue as he pushed his length through her breasts and up towards her chin. “You’re amazing. I should go back and kill Carlos for even looking at you.”

She pressed her knees against his legs to keep him exactly where he was. “No,” she said as he bobbed low, ready for another long slide up her cleavage. “Stay right where you are. It’s making me feel so much better.”

He moaned then released a jagged grunt as she squeezed her breasts even tighter around his straining erection. She could feel his outer skin moving and shifting over the solid, steel interior of his cock, her breasts tugging at his tiny bit of slack and working it like a hand or a pussy or a mouth would.

He pressed his palm over her right hand. She wriggled free, letting him support her breast whilst she shoved her hand down between her own legs. She was so turned on. So damn ready to come it would be dynamite with all those endorphins blasting her system.

She didn’t bother to undo her trousers, just pushed two fingers past the waistband, under her knickers elastic to her clit.

“I’m gonna…” John gasped with a sudden desperation in his voice.

“Give me a few seconds,” she said, as she grabbed that waiting spark. “I’ll join you.”

“We haven’t time for slow and indulgent.”

“I know, just…” Kat fed her greed with vigorous, urgent movements, her deft fingertips giving pressure where she needed it. Her calf muscles tensed, and her toes lifted off the grimy pavement. She tipped forward, rocking harder onto her clit.

“Oh, you’re so fucking sweet how you do yourself,” John groaned. “One of these days I’m gonna sit back and watch you as I sip on a whisky.”

She licked the rim of his cock as it popped within reach.

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