She pushes her fingers through my hair, alighting the nerves of my scalp one at a time. "I think you'll find you put those words in my mouth."
"Well, we both know where that pun's going." I drag her hand down to my cock again, press it closed over the length of me. "On your knees. Before I put you there myself."
To her credit, she moves swiftly—lurches, first, when we turn a sharp corner—but she lands on my lap, her arms around my neck, her groin falling to smother mine and her teeth grasping my bottom lip in a savage mockery of a kiss. The position puts pressure on her healing wound, and she whimpers quietly, her face twitching to a flinch. Sometimes, I think this girl was made for me. They rubbed her with honey in heaven and smoked her to shadows in hell.
A push to her shoulders and she slips down. The cab is full of blotted, disturbed sounds as if we're suddenly under water: the fabric of her dress rustling, my belt buckle clinking, our uneven tide of breath. She has to navigate the bulge of my cock to unzip my pants, and I groan every time she brushes me. I can't cut her here, so I must be a good boy...and this is my reward.
The air hits my cock first, cool and heavy. Then she's leaning over, hair spilling around her face, her breath pouring over my tight, bare skin. A beat, then she glances up to smile at me. To bite her lip.
My hand comes down on the back of her head like a slap. "I'm all out of patience," I say through my teeth.
"Oh." She draws a finger along the length of me, her painted nail making chalky scratches along my shaft. They are the sweetest of aches. "I didn't mean to be naughty." Then she's sucking me into this wet, wet heat, her tongue lashing down like rough velvet, and it's all I can do not to yell.
We don't have long until the cab pulls up at Leo's apartment. God knows, I'm done with being teased and I want her to know how I like it, so I hold her head back with a fistful of hair and fuck up into her mouth, thumping bluntly at the back of her throat. At first, she gags a little, but then the pupils of her black eyes begin to gloss over with familiar desire. Half of me wants to put my head back and just let go; the other half can't tear his eyes from the sight before him, the thick cock disappearing into the painted, swollen mouth of this dirty girl while street lights cut through the dark in strobes. She has me soaked in saliva to ease traction, and I glide in and out, over and over, shining and throbbing and almost red raw. The last time I was this hard, I had my tongue shoved so far inside her that I was nose deep in clit.
I don't care that I come quickly. This is what happens when I'm denied my Leo for several days, and I won't apologise or make excuses. I just want further down her throat, to be sucked harder; she knows, and she submits. The muscles of my thighs tighten, and then the tension turns to electric, liquid heat. Her mouth is excruciating pleasure. It's all I know.
When I come, I hold her head down and spasm on the back of her tongue, cursing quietly. She makes soft, encouraging sounds that ripple along my sensitive shaft, saliva soaking into the scratches and warm breath clouding against my pubic bone. We come down together, me still gasping and Leo trying to breathe and swallow around my still-hard cock. I don't want to let her up yet...but then the car stops.
Leo pulls off and gives me those big, black eyes as she wipes her sticky mouth with the back of her hand. Faint smudges of lipstick feather around her lip line; it's obvious that we've been bad back her. I love that she's already tainted with it, already marked.
Earlier this evening, I got ready at Leo's. It meant I could watch her dress and groom—which was the most painfully intimate tease—and that I could leave a bag. Though the scalpel remains on her bedside table, presented in its box like any other lover's token, I need my kit for...repairs.
Back in the apartment, I put in the alarm code while Leo dumps her keys.
"You want a drink?" she asks, kicking off her heels before padding toward the kitchen.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
"The fridge. Is that okay?"
I grin at her. More and more, I find intrigue in the shadowy swamp between force and submission. The between. And here she comes, walking right into it, her breasts pushed high in her fitted gown and her lips still plump from giving head. She stills before me, reaching up to play with my silk tie.
"Did you have other plans?" she asks.
"I told you as much in the hotel lobby."
She slips her arms around my waist. "Ah. I see."
"Go take your clothes off," I whisper into her ear. "On the bed, on your front."
"Can I ask why?"
"No." I nip at her top lip. Balm the bite with a kiss. "Because you already know."
She stiffens a little. "Ah, I—"
"Mmm. Did I find a virginity you haven't lost yet?"
"If anyone's going to find one, I suppose it'll be you."