She turned to Ciaran and said, “Babe, please tell me you have a condom on you, because on this occasion - skilled as you are - oral is not gonna cut it. I want your cock inside me, and I want it soon.”
Ciaran leaned forward, his hands against the wall either side of her head, and murmured, “Of course I do. I’m always prepared for fucking you, you sexy thing.”
He tilted his head and kissed her then, a full on, passionate, toe-curling kiss which made Libby incredibly glad that she was leaning against the wall. Fuck, but Ciaran was a good kisser. His tongue swept into her mouth, sliding sensuously against hers, leaving no part of her mouth unexplored. He put one hand behind her neck and pulled her closer, harder against him, his jaw working and doing a stellar job of turning her into a gibbering wreck. Finally, he pulled away - looking a little wobbly himself - and slipped his hand into his pocket to retrieve his wallet, and the condom that nestled inside.
“Get ready for me, babe.”
Libby didn’t need to be told twice. She quickly unbuttoned her long shorts and shoved them - along with her skimpy thong - down around her ankles. Reaching down between her legs, she stroked the short hair on her pubic mound, then dipped lower. She’d known she would be wet. The earlier snog with Ciaran, and all the dirty thoughts that followed had made sure of that. Dipping a finger between her swollen pussy lips, Libby did something that she knew would drive her boyfriend crazy - it always did. She pushed a finger inside her hot channel, wiggled it around and pulled it out. It was covered in her juices, and she looked to make sure Ciaran was watching her - he was, he’d now dumped his bag, bared his own bottom half and donned the condom - before sliding the finger slowly and seductively into her mouth, as though fellating it. She licked and sucked her essence from her fingers, while maintaining searing eye contact with Ciaran.
Once her finger was clean of her juices, Libby pulled it out with a pop, then went to push it between her thighs again. Before she got chance, Ciaran stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.
“Fuck that,” he said. “I’m not standing here watching you fuck yourself and then suck off your juices. I’ll do it for you!”
With that, he slipped his index finger between her labia and inside her pussy, moved it around to get it covered in her wetness, then pulled out and stuffed it between his own lips. A moan issued from his throat, and after he finished tasting her cunt, he pulled his finger from his mouth and murmured, “Mmm, you taste so good baby. And you’re so wet, and fucking hot. And all mine…”
He slanted his lips against hers, and the taste of her pussy was obvious, and delicious, in both their mouths as they kissed deeply.
A trickle of liquid slid down the inside of Libby’s thigh. She rolled her hips towards Ciaran, desperate to have him inside her. Thankfully, he took the hint. She felt the brush of his knuckles against her stomach as he reached down to grab his shaft and angle it towards her opening. Then the press of his thick cockhead between her labia, and he was inside her. He slid in slowly, and she savoured the feeling as he stretched her inner walls, then finally stopped moving when he was balls deep.
Libby reached out to grip his biceps, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles even through the fabric of his t-shirt. The combination of the kiss, the muscles beneath her fingers, the semi-public location and of course the hard cock that had now begun to thrust inside her had Libby quickly climbing towards the dizzy heights of orgasm. Soon she wanted more, faster. So she shook her right leg, eager to get out of the trappings of the clothes around her ankle. Once free, Ciaran immediately realised what she wanted and lifted her leg over his forearm, giving him more access to her pussy so he could go deeper, faster.
To Libby’s extreme pleasure, he did just that. He angled his body so each thrust rubbed his pubic bone against Libby’s swollen clit, stimulating it with each frantic movement. Pulling her mouth away from his, Libby leaned her head against the wall and squeezed her eyes closed, concentrating hard on both the pleasure and also not making too much noise. It may have been that nobody could see them, but they weren’t so far from the crowds that any excessive noise they made wouldn’t be heard. Certainly she could hear the sound of thousands of voices and footsteps milling around just feet from their deserted position.
Her back scraped against the wall as Ciaran pounded into her, but she didn’t care. She still had her top on so the material protected her to some extent - but in actual fact each scratch and bump was just another way of tantalising her nerve endings, and reminding her where she was and what exactly she was doing. She was in the Colosseum, an ancient, incredibly famous landmark, having sex - and it was awesome!
A giggle escaped her lips at the thought. Ciaran heard and said, “Hey, what are you laughing at? This is no laughing matter!”
“Sorry, babe,” she replied, opening her eyes and moving her head back down to look at her lover, “I’m not laughing at you. It was more what we’re doing, and where. It was a laugh of pleasure, of happiness. It just came out.”
“Well,” he said, grinning and dropping a kiss on her already snog-swollen lips, “I can live with that. If I’m making you laugh with pleasure and happiness, then I’m definitely doing something right.”
“You definitely are, babe. And if you would kindly continue until I come, that would be spectacular. Then if you’re lucky, I might let you come.” She winked, and dug her fingernails hard into his arms, knowing that the spark of pain would likely send him into a frenzy.
Naturally, having been with Ciaran for long enough to know his quirks - in and out of the bedroom - she was right. He let out a low growl, then captured her lips in a breath-stealing kiss before gripping her more tightly and increasing the pace of his thrusts. Because of the speed he was moving at, he was no longer able to achieve the angle that stimulated her clit, so Libby shifted one hand from Ciaran’s arm and slipped it between her legs. Touching her slippery nub, she marvelled at how swollen it was. It felt like it was the size of a small marble, though of course it was warm to the touch. Hot, actually. And oh, so fucking sensitive. Each stroke against it made her body jerk, so her motions coupled with Ciaran’s had her bouncing up and down like crazy until she felt the familiar tightening of her abdomen that meant her climax was close.
“Ciaran,” she said, moving her free hand to stroke his hair of his face, making him look up at her, “I’m close, baby. Are you?”
“Are you kidding?” he replied, with a laugh. “I’m been thinking about wrinkly grannies, dirty nappies and hospitals for the past five minutes, just to stop myself coming inside your pussy. Which feels absolutely divine, by the way. So it’s no wonder I’ve been on the edge for so long. It’s your fault!”
“I’m glad to hear it baby. That I’m making you feel so good, I mean. Not that you’ve been thinking about weird shit in order to keep control of your balls.”
“Oh, shut up you, and get on with it. Before they turn blue!”
Libby laughed now, deliberately tightening her internal muscles at the same time, and causing Ciaran to choke out “Bitch!” before redoubling his efforts and causing her to move both hands, link them behind his neck and hold on for dear life.
Even without the direct stimulation on her clit, it didn’t take Libby long to come. She was spread so widely around Ciaran’s thick cock that she was being pleasured from the inside, and she’d always been pretty sensitive. With a yelp, she stiffened as incredible, overwhelming sensations coursed through her body, tightening it more and more until the feeling exploded, like someone popping an overinflated balloon - but sexier. She writhed and grunted as her orgasm overtook her, the corner of her mouth curving in a tiny smile as she became aware of Ciaran’s reaction as her cunt gripped and released his cock, over and over. Milking it. Pushing him over the edge.
He let out a yell, and as Libby started to come back to herself, she felt the swelling of Ciaran’s cock inside her still-fluttering pussy before it was finally rewarded with its own release. And milliseconds later, it came. He gripp
ed her even more tightly and Libby watched as he squeezed his eyes closed as his shaft began to twitch inside her, spurting cum inside the condom. He grunted and groaned, his climax seeming to last as long as hers had, then finally he fell silent.
Ciaran released her leg, and she put her foot to the floor gingerly, only realising just how trembly she was now he’d let her go. He obviously didn’t feel much more secure, though, as he put his hands either side of her head, leaning against the wall and putting his head on her shoulder.
“Fuck,” his voice came close to her ear, “that was… amazing. We should totally sneak into places we’re not supposed to be more often.”
Libby laughed, then nodded. “I totally agree. On both counts.”
They were quiet - except for their heavy breathing - for a few minutes, then Libby stroked Ciaran’s hair and said, “I hate to say it, babe, but we should probably get dressed. We don’t want to push our luck too much, do we?”
“Uh-uh,” Ciaran agreed, and he pulled away from her with a wry smile.
A few minutes later they were dressed and ready to head back out of their secret place, with the used condom wrapped securely in a couple of tissues and stowed in the side pocket of Ciaran’s bag - just until they could find the nearest litter bin. Just as they checked their hair and clothing was suitable to face the world, Libby happened to catch sight of something a little way along the sort-of-ceiling above their heads, deeper into the building. It looked like… a security camera. At that moment, it was pointing towards the outside of the building - clearly trained on anyone who was trying to get in where they shouldn’t be - but Libby had no idea if the camera could, or would move, and therefore whether it could have caught them in the act. She flicked her gaze away from it, before Ciaran saw what she was looking at.
She decided not to mention it to him. Not until they were safely out of the country, anyway. She wanted him to spend the rest of his holiday fucking her and enjoying himself, not worrying about being arrested. Though if they were and were thrown into a jail cell together, that could be another story altogether…
Taking Care of Business
By Lexie Bay
The whole “family” were celebrating with us tonight. Luca’s birthday dinner was always a huge event and everyone important was there to pay their respects. Crazy Mike was making sure the drink was flowing, Freddie Fingers was keeping an eye on the ladies in case of any disagreements and Fat Tony was keeping watch for trouble from any of the other families, who might be looking to make a name for themselves. I looked around me, my eyes searching for the one person who was missing. I was on edge and I would be until he arrived.
Luca was in his element, holding court like the king of the world telling stories about his crazy past. I was in my usual place, perched on his lap, a pretty decoration for him to show off. His thick fingers slid inside the slit in my floor length dress, stroking my inner thigh absentmindedly. I’d heard his stories a hundred times but they never got old and as I watched his handsome face a warm glow filled me, catching me by surprise. He caught me staring at him and smiled, pulling me roughly towards him for a kiss, his tongue pushing hard into my mouth, claiming me for his own. My eyes flickered open and for a moment I was looking straight into the piercing blue eyes of Mickey Finn. His eyes were chips of ice, and he gave nothing away but as I watched him take his seat, my insides were a whirl of fiery lust. All I could think about was the first kiss we’d shared, and all the times we’d fucked.
The first time we kissed had been incredible. I’d known I could make him kiss me, I’d seen the way he watched me, his eyes all hungry, laughing at my jokes, making sure I always had a drink. He made it look like he was just looking out for Luca’s girl but I could smell his desire like cheap cologne. Then one night Mickey had been in charge of getting me home safely. Luca always sent me home when he needed to talk business with the boys. I liked it when he forgot I was there and I would float around the club, drinking whiskey, singing requests for some of the regulars until Luca realised I was still around. He’d call me over, making a big deal of his girl hearing all the bad things but really he loved to show off, how big and bad he was and how sweet and pretty I was. Next to him I felt small and safe, but I had issues and I tried not to think about how one day he would find out what I was really like and he would go crazy on my ass.
I wasn’t scared of him. I knew what he did and I knew that he hurt people but when he was with me he was so gentle I didn’t care. When he made love to me I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. Typical me though, that wasn’t enough. I had a guy who was rich, powerful, respected and feared; who loved me and treated me like a lady in public and a hooker in the bedroom. The man of my dreams, an oasis of calm in the crazy world of Vegas, and what did I do?
I played kiss chase with one of his boys. One of his closest confidants, one of the trusted few and I fucking seduced him. I toyed with his emotions, teased his senses with my snake hips, my pouty scarlet lips. I disarmed him with my smile, my silken words of flattery until he was putty in my hands. He couldn’t resist me; no man could when I put my mind to it and now I was trapped. He wanted me and I couldn’t say no because he could ruin everything. I never thought my games through. That was my big problem. Luca always told me that I didn’t consider the consequences of my actions. Not that I wanted to say no to Mickey, don’t get me wrong. I liked to live life on the edge, enjoyed the element of danger, of always looking over my shoulder. In my opinion sex wasn’t really sexy unless it could hurt you.
I knew all about how love could hurt. Luca had saved me from a very bad man who in turn had saved me from a worse one. What can I say, I really know how to pick ‘em, and I know what you’re thinking, out of the frying pan into the fire, but Luca protected me. He wasn’t like the others. Being his girl kept me safe, and I had a lot of people I need protection from. So why did I feel the need to try and destroy it whenever I got a whim?
Anyway that fateful night Mickey had been told to take me home and I had felt a surge of crazy which left him with no chance of escaping me. I had waited until we were a mile or so away, and I was sure that there were no lights following us before I pounced. I flattered, I stroked, I teased until he was panting and then I moved in for the kill. I thought he’d hesitate, that the thought of Luca finding out would stop him, but he was a pushover. When his lips met mine it was as though it was meant to be. Soft, cool and damp; I couldn’t get enough. I wanted him to take me somewhere we could fuck but he was a bigger person than me and he wanted to make sure we knew what we were getting ourselves into. I just wanted to lose myself in him, to find my oblivion in our bodies merging, him filling me blocking out everything else that I didn’t want to think about.
So he left me hanging and we skirted around each other every time we met and Luca was there. I had eyes on me wherever I went and Mickey couldn’t risk his job. It was everything he’d worked for. As one of Luca’s inner circle we both knew that if we were found out it wouldn’t be just his job, it would be his life. I was flattered that he was willing to risk it all for nothing more than a pretty face, but I ached for him, all of him. It was a physical need and every day that we couldn’t be together was like a little death. Seeing him and not being able to touch him was making me crazy. I was getting careless, sloppy and if I wasn’t careful someone was going to find out. Finally we got our chance to be alone once more when Mickey offered to drive me home again and each time we were together it was so intense I was sure that someone was going to notice the way we were around each other. I was struggling to control my feelings. It was like I needed to explode, to touch him, to kiss him, to shout it from the rooftops but I knew that it would be the end of everything for both of us. I had never felt this way about any of the others. I think I said that every time…
Tonight seemed different. The way he looked at me, it felt as though he was feeling the same way. I was high with the anticipation of what might happen, but I was scared and if I was honest his despera
tion was almost making me wish I had never started this. I could smell his aftershave in the air, could almost feel his arms around me. I closed my eyes and imagined him pushing me up against the wall, the rough brick snagging my dress. I kept that image in my head, halting the way my mind was working. I wanted him, it would be okay, Luca and me were fine and Mickey wouldn’t change that. I went back to my dress against the wall. I wouldn’t care, I’d wrap my legs around him, tangle my fingers in his curls and make him beg for me like I wanted to beg for him.
I watched him as he spoke to the other guys, from my vantage point snuggled into Luca’s big chest. I watched him run his fingers through his thick dark hair, his biceps straining against his crisp white shirt. I watched the curl of his mouth as he spoke, filthy cuss words falling from his lips and I wanted him to be talking dirty to me. I shivered as Luca stroked my arm but it was with anticipation of Mickey’s touch.
It was getting late and it was nearly time for me to get ready. I whispered in Luca’s ear and slipped from his lap to go get my feathers on. His big hand slapped me playfully on the ass and I giggled, showering his handsome face with tiny kisses, letting his hands slide over anything he wanted. His friends were jealous and he loved it. All except Mickey Finn. He didn’t look jealous, he looked mad. He glared at me and his eyes burned a guilty cross on my heart as Luca turned back to talking business. He downed his whiskey and called over the waitress for another round.
I slipped away while he was talking, not daring to look back. I needed some air and a reality check that I could only get from the back alley of a Vegas club. Leaning against the wall I pulled my soft pack of Marlboro from my bra and lit one. The smoke burned my lungs, calming the pounding of my heart and I let the smoke curl slowly out of my nostrils then out of my mouth in a cloud of blue death. Mixed with the burn of the whiskey I was almost ready for my routine. All I needed was my fix of danger and I had a feeling he was on his way. He didn’t love me like Luca did, I was just another notch on his gun belt, but all I needed was to know that he wanted me. I craved the attention, needed it like air and if it wasn’t him it would be someone else. I couldn’t be with just the one I had to have them all. I had to know that someone else found me attractive.
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