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Authors: Jamie K. Schmidt
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“I’m amazing right here too.”
“Conceited,” she said with a little sigh.
“Confident.” He stroked her cheek with his finger. “You’re beautiful. Can you see how much I want you?”
It was hard not to. “Hard” being the operative word. “I thought those were leather,” she said. “It’s too thin to be leather.” Anya rested back, liking the feel of his body against hers.
“They come off very easily. Just grab the sides and yank.” He kissed down her neck. “You can pull them off now, but I’m going to fuck you if you do.”
Anya trembled as her hands went to either side of his pants and gripped.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, licking at the shell of her ear. “Are you playing with fire?”
Anya nodded. “You were going to tell me a story?”
Leila’s dance turned more burlesque, and unlike Clint, she began to strip. Anya’s eyes unfocused as Clint’s hand dropped from her chin and dipped under the top of her shirt.
“You were teasing me with this today,” he said, his fingers sliding under her bra to capture her nipple.
Anya rubbed her hips against his erection and leaned her head back. “Yeah,” she breathed, hearing the music but feeling each touch of Clint’s like they were alone instead of in a crowd.
“I was in New York making my way doing odd jobs in between dance auditions,” Clint said, his hips swaying into hers in time with the music. “I came to the attention of Mistress Claire.”
A breathless sigh escaped her lips. His voice was hot and sexy in her ear. She wanted tongues and kisses, but her back was plastered to him.
“We worked some dungeons together when I was getting started. I stripped for her and my costume was a billionaire. I was in the full three-piece suit.”
Picturing it, Anya let her hips grind against his in time to the music. She liked the wicked feeling of fooling around in public. The darkness was safe enough—not too obvious, but hidden enough for a little thrill.
“When I was naked, she told me to lie down on my back.”
Anya closed her eyes and pictured it. Only she was the mistress and Clint was laid out for her to enjoy. Her clothes felt too tight. His hand on her breast wasn’t enough. He needed to be closer.
“She straddled my cock.”
Anya let out a soft moan.
The hand that was not engaged on her nipple moved to her hips and held her tight while he thrust against her a few times. Anya widened her stance and he dipped his hips so he connected between her thighs.
Swallowing her groan, she bent over slightly. Clint rubbed himself against her before yanking her upright. This time both his hands were under her shirt. He made short work of her bra and massaged her breasts.
“More,” she said, trying to turn in his arms, but he tightened his grip and pulled her back close to him.
“She put the tie back around my neck and tightened it.”
His fingers plucked at her peaked nipples, which were turgid and sensitive. Anya moved her head to try to kiss him, but he held her there, tormenting her. She turned and reached up to grab his head and he whirled with her. Her back slammed against the wall as his body pressed her against it. He kissed her deeply, their tongues clashing and lips sucking. Anya’s head was spinning. She needed to touch him. Her hands dropped to the waistband of his pants. His hands dropped to hers.
A screech from the crowd brought her back to her senses, and she panicked. Hands back on his shoulders, Anya looked around. The crowd was cheering for whatever Leila was doing. Clint wasn’t distracted. He nipped at her throat and continued his hot kisses at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Unzipping her jeans, he pushed his fingers inside her panties.
“Yes, just like that,” she said as he tickled up inside her. She widened her stance to give him better access. “Clint,” she moaned as he left her throat to place another blistering kiss on her lips.
“So as I was bucking into her,” he said in
“Conceited,” she said with a little sigh.
“Confident.” He stroked her cheek with his finger. “You’re beautiful. Can you see how much I want you?”
It was hard not to. “Hard” being the operative word. “I thought those were leather,” she said. “It’s too thin to be leather.” Anya rested back, liking the feel of his body against hers.
“They come off very easily. Just grab the sides and yank.” He kissed down her neck. “You can pull them off now, but I’m going to fuck you if you do.”
Anya trembled as her hands went to either side of his pants and gripped.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, licking at the shell of her ear. “Are you playing with fire?”
Anya nodded. “You were going to tell me a story?”
Leila’s dance turned more burlesque, and unlike Clint, she began to strip. Anya’s eyes unfocused as Clint’s hand dropped from her chin and dipped under the top of her shirt.
“You were teasing me with this today,” he said, his fingers sliding under her bra to capture her nipple.
Anya rubbed her hips against his erection and leaned her head back. “Yeah,” she breathed, hearing the music but feeling each touch of Clint’s like they were alone instead of in a crowd.
“I was in New York making my way doing odd jobs in between dance auditions,” Clint said, his hips swaying into hers in time with the music. “I came to the attention of Mistress Claire.”
A breathless sigh escaped her lips. His voice was hot and sexy in her ear. She wanted tongues and kisses, but her back was plastered to him.
“We worked some dungeons together when I was getting started. I stripped for her and my costume was a billionaire. I was in the full three-piece suit.”
Picturing it, Anya let her hips grind against his in time to the music. She liked the wicked feeling of fooling around in public. The darkness was safe enough—not too obvious, but hidden enough for a little thrill.
“When I was naked, she told me to lie down on my back.”
Anya closed her eyes and pictured it. Only she was the mistress and Clint was laid out for her to enjoy. Her clothes felt too tight. His hand on her breast wasn’t enough. He needed to be closer.
“She straddled my cock.”
Anya let out a soft moan.
The hand that was not engaged on her nipple moved to her hips and held her tight while he thrust against her a few times. Anya widened her stance and he dipped his hips so he connected between her thighs.
Swallowing her groan, she bent over slightly. Clint rubbed himself against her before yanking her upright. This time both his hands were under her shirt. He made short work of her bra and massaged her breasts.
“More,” she said, trying to turn in his arms, but he tightened his grip and pulled her back close to him.
“She put the tie back around my neck and tightened it.”
His fingers plucked at her peaked nipples, which were turgid and sensitive. Anya moved her head to try to kiss him, but he held her there, tormenting her. She turned and reached up to grab his head and he whirled with her. Her back slammed against the wall as his body pressed her against it. He kissed her deeply, their tongues clashing and lips sucking. Anya’s head was spinning. She needed to touch him. Her hands dropped to the waistband of his pants. His hands dropped to hers.
A screech from the crowd brought her back to her senses, and she panicked. Hands back on his shoulders, Anya looked around. The crowd was cheering for whatever Leila was doing. Clint wasn’t distracted. He nipped at her throat and continued his hot kisses at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Unzipping her jeans, he pushed his fingers inside her panties.
“Yes, just like that,” she said as he tickled up inside her. She widened her stance to give him better access. “Clint,” she moaned as he left her throat to place another blistering kiss on her lips.
“So as I was bucking into her,” he said in
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