The Lady is a Thief

by Aimee Nicole Walker

  Maegan’s eyes widened in surprise, but her tongue darted out to capture the proof of my excitement from her lip. I brought my thumb up to her mouth and rubbed her wet lips before I slid the tip of my thumb into her mouth. “Suck me.”

  Maegan’s chuckle vibrated against my thumb, but she wrapped her lips tightly around my digit and worked it in and out of her mouth. My eyes nearly rolled in the back of my head from anticipation of having her suck my dick into her mouth just like that. Maegan pulled off my thumb, curled her tongue around the tip, then sucked it back in again.

  In her bright green eyes, I saw her challenge me to take what I wanted. “Lie on your bed, and I’ll give you just what you need.” I retrieved the condoms I tucked away in my wallet and tossed them on the bed.

  She did as I commanded, spreading her legs and toying with her wet cunt in a way that made me insane to sink my dick inside her tight heat. Damn, I wanted to pound that pussy, but instead of suiting up and claiming that hot haven for my own, I straddled her chest and rubbed my seeping cock against her mouth.

  Maegan’s tongue darted out to lick the slick trail I left behind. I continued to paint her lips with my spunk while she licked them like it was a tasty lip gloss she couldn’t help but devour the second she put it on.

  “Open for me, Freckles.”

  She smiled devilishly before she opened wide enough for me to ease my swollen head inside. Maegan wrapped her lips tightly around the crown and sucked, rubbing her tongue against that sensitive spot beneath the crown.

  My entire body shook from restraining myself, fighting the natural urge to push my cock as far into her mouth as she could take. Burying my cock in her throat was the single most important thing in my life right then, but I wouldn’t sacrifice the trust I saw in her luminous eyes. So, I waited until her lips softened then eased my erection further inside her wet, hot mouth. Maegan’s tongue provided mind-blowing friction against the underside of my cock, making it nearly impossible to hold back when I wanted to rut until I came down her throat.

  I rocked my hips forward and back, in and out, while Maegan sucked and moaned around my flesh like she couldn’t get enough of my cock. It took everything I had in me to pull out of her mouth, but there was so much I wanted to do to her before I busted a nut. I wasn’t some randy teenage boy who couldn’t control myself; I was the man who was going to give Maegan the lay of her life.

  My cock glistened with her saliva when I withdrew it from her mouth. I scooted back a little further, took her glorious tits in my hands, and pushed them together. I thrust my cock between the large, firm mounds while circling her nipples with my thumbs.

  “So fucking hot,” I said, watching the head of my dick disappear into her cleavage and pop out the top. My body shook hard with want and need. I felt my orgasm building inside me and there was no fucking way I was coming anywhere other than inside her pussy our first time together.

  I released her perfect mounds to reach for a foil packet, making quick work of tearing it open with my teeth and rolling it onto my cock. Then I was between her legs with my swollen dick in my hands, rubbing and teasing her cunt instead of pushing hard inside her like I wanted.

  I released my cock to part the lips of her pussy and tease her opening with my thumbs. “Fucking t-t-tease,” Maegan stammered between gritted teeth. “Fuck me, dammit!”

  “So impatient, Freckles.”

  “Fuck me, Elijah!”

  I buried my cock in her pussy in one hard push. Maegan cried out in ecstasy and dug her fingernails in my ass, pulling me deeper inside her hot channel. I knew I wouldn’t last long and wanted to see her come apart beneath me with my dick inside her pussy. Making her scream my name took precedence over my own needs. I reared back and slammed inside her again and again. I didn’t have to worry about trying to read her signs, she made her desire known.

  “Yes! Fuck me, Elijah!” She pulled my head down for a hot kiss, but ripped her mouth away so she could groan loudly. “Right there… Oh my God! I’ve never… Yes! Fuck, yes!”

  Her pussy spasmed around my cock, and I couldn’t hold back another second. I pinned her hands above her head as white-heat burned me from head to toe and bolts of both pleasure and pain zapped my balls. I finally knew what it meant by something hurting so good.

  “You feel so goddamned good,” I gruffly said as the pleasure built, pulling my body taut. And like with a rubber band, my body snapped when the pressure became too much. “Maegan!” I roared her name, rutting inside her and riding out my orgasm as I flooded the condom.

  I collapsed on top of her but braced the bulk of my weight on my elbows. I loved the feel of her lush tits pushing into my chest as she labored to catch her breath. I reluctantly pulled my softening dick out of her tight heat, but I needed to dispose of the condom.

  “There.” Maegan pointed to a trash can beside her nightstand. She lay sprawled across her bed wearing nothing but that pearl necklace and a satisfied smile. Seeing her looking so deliriously happy made me want to strut my stuff, but it would take a while before I had the strength in my legs to pull it off. She looked pretty damned pleased with herself too, as she should. “I’m going to be walking funny for a week after the orgasms you gave me last night and tonight.”

  “How many?”

  “A lady never tells.”

  “There was nothing ladylike about you just now when you demanded I fuck you. So, Freckles, tell me. How many times did I make you come?” Finding out became my number-one mission and I wasn’t above playing dirty to get the answer.

  “About every four hours throughout the night,” Maegan said. “I would come, fall asleep, dream of you, then wake up hot and sweaty with a throbbing clit that wouldn’t let me rest until I rubbed one out again. How about you? Did you jerk off last night while thinking about me?” So much fucking boldness, and not a drop of shame for the way she felt. She was pure perfection.

  “Until I thought I would pull my skin off. Damn, Freckles, you wind me up.” A thought suddenly occurred to me. “Did you touch yourself after I left your shop?”

  “No, but I wanted to.”

  “Jesus, your honesty and the way you go after what you want is so damn sexy,” I told her, brushing the damp hair off her forehead.

  “I don’t believe in lies and games.” Maegan ran her finger across my collarbone then below to the jagged scar on my left shoulder that I received in a bar fight during my wilder days. I could tell she wanted to know about it, but didn’t ask. Instead she raised her head and pressed a gentle kiss on the ugly, raised skin. “What you see is what you get with me, Elijah.”

  “I like what I see.” It was true. There wasn’t anything about her that I didn’t like. Seeing the sexy tattoos she hid beneath her clothes intrigued me. The one on her thigh was my favorite because I pictured myself tracing every detail of the flowers and vines with my tongue before I licked and sucked a path to her delicious pussy. What stood out more to me in my post-coital bliss was how badly I wanted to get to know Maegan. What was her favorite music, food, and movies. Did she like sports? Did she prefer television or movies? Batman or Superman?

  It had been a long time since I wanted to know something about a woman other than how good she was in bed. Normally, I showed up, we both came, and then I went home. I never repeated sex with the same woman. It was one and done; no exceptions. I wasn’t relationship material—not anymore. Maegan was different; she made me want to linger in her bed and… cuddle. Fuck!

  “You’re starting to freak out. Why?”

  “I am not,” I said, but it sounded pretty weak.

  “Your body is tense, and I can hear you thinking,” Maegan countered. “You’re not worried that I’m going to start making demands on your time, are you? I’m not even sure I like you beyond your magnificent body and magic cock.”

  “Magic cock,” I scoffed.

  “Trust me, sexy. It was pure magic for me.” She tweaked my nipple. “Seriously, relax and don’t worry that you’ll find me waiting on
your front porch for you to come home from work or start stalking you around town.”

  “What do you want from me?” I asked after a few moments of awkward silence. I was almost afraid to hear the answer. I was going to be unhappy if she said she wanted nothing, but I wasn’t going to be happy if she said she wanted to date. The only thing I could offer her was sex, but Maegan didn’t strike me as fuck buddy material.

  “Sex and pizza.”

  “More sex?” I asked to clarify.

  “If you do,” she said, sounding nervous for the first time that night.

  Did I want repeat sex with Maegan? “Yes. Yes, I do.”

  “Mmmmm. Soooo good, Elijah.” Maegan was as vocal about her love of food as she was about her love for my cock, which stirred when it couldn’t tell the difference between sex and food moans. “Damn, that hit the spot.” Oh, I planned to hit that spot again and again and again.

  I set my beer on her coffee table and looked at Maegan. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun with rebellious strands escaping and framing her face. I would’ve thought it was artfully done had I not watched her do it in less than a minute. My flannel shirt looked so much better on her than it did me, especially when it was closed by the one button between her tits. She’d put on a pair of panties she called boy shorts. They looked like boxer briefs for women and they were my new favorite thing in the world for the way they snugly fit her ass and made her legs look even longer.

  With any luck, I’d be peeling those bad boys off her legs and throwing them over my shoulder. The thought of underwear jarred a memory of me tearing hers off. “I owe you a set of bra and panties.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” she said, waving her hand. “But I need to know if you plan to make a habit of it, so I can take advantage of the semi-annual sale next month and stock up.”

  My breath froze in my throat. Next month was… next month. I knew where I would be living and working, but I had no idea if I would still be ripping underwear off Maegan. I wasn’t sure how to answer her, because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Sensing my internal struggle, Maegan reached over and covered my hand with hers.

  “Forget I said that. I wasn’t trying to trap you into anything. It was just a casual observation. Okay?”

  “Yeah,” I said, nodding. “I like you, Maegan, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Then don’t.” She made it sound so simple, but nothing was easy when it came to human emotions. Maegan smiled sweetly at me. “I only ask that you’re honest with me. If I can’t handle the truth, then that’s on me. I can’t stand dishonesty or games. Be upfront and truthful, and I promise you that we won’t have any problems.”

  “Yeah, I can handle that.” Only time would tell if that would work between us.

  “Good.”

  We fell silent when Maegan dug into her second slice of pizza, and I resumed drinking my beer. Even though we were virtually strangers, it was a comfortable silence rather than the awkward one you’d expect. I had no idea where the fuck this was going between us, but for the first time in a long time, I wanted to pull someone close instead of walking away without a backward glance.

  It was scary shit.

  “GOOD AFTERNOON, MY LOVELY GIRL.” Jackie Miracle entered Curious Things with a flourish that left no doubt as to where Milo inherited his flair for the dramatic. She walked to me briskly, yet graciously, and kissed the air near my cheeks. Somebody’s been watching her favorite black-and-white films again. “You look beautiful, Maegan.”

  I looked down at my tan tweed jacket, high-necked ivory blouse complete with a frilly bow in the front, navy-blue pencil skirt, and brown, knee-high boots that had a respectable size heel to them. I’d worn the same outfit plenty of times before and never received such high praise.

  “It’s not the outfit; it’s the woman beneath it,” my mom declared, clearly seeing the confusion I felt over her remark. “There’s something different about you. Same beautiful clothes, same beautiful face with intelligent, green eyes, and adorable freckles, yet something is different.”

  Growing up, I hated my freckles. When I was little, my mother had told me that my freckles were left behind after angels kissed my nose and cheeks. I had looked at Milo and demanded to know why the angels didn’t kiss him. Milo had started crying and wanted to know why the angels were mad at him. I said it was because he had boy cooties, of course. Mom just told him that the angels had blessed him with a different kind of sparkle. Milo demanded to know what kind, and she said he’d figure it out someday.

  I spent my teen years and early twenties trying to cover my freckles with foundation. Yet, Elijah found them cute and gave me an endearing nickname, and suddenly I was smiling when I looked at them in the mirror. Angel kisses, indeed. Ugh! I didn’t want to become one of those women who allowed a man to determine their worth, not even one as sexy as my new neighbor. Not that I wanted to go back to hating my freckles, I just wished that I could’ve concluded that they were cute on my own.

  The twinkle in my mother’s eyes told me that Milo had been blabbing about my visitor yesterday. She was probably already working on the seating chart for the wedding rehearsal dinner before Elijah crept back across his yard in the pre-dawn light after an amazing round of oral sex. I loved the consideration Elijah showed to my tender pussy, who saw more action since I first met Elijah than probably the entire previous year. His “kiss and make it feel better” motto was one that could easily become an addiction. Of course, I wouldn’t be telling my mother any of that.

  “Don’t pry, Mother. It’s unbecoming of a lady.”

  How many times had I heard that phrase growing up? “Walk, don’t run, Maegan.” “Speak in softer tones, Maegan.” “Stop beating the boys at all the games, Maegan. They don’t like that.” It went on and on until I was afraid to be myself. I crafted and molded myself into the image my mother wanted for me, but I was fucking miserable. I wanted to laugh heartily, run wild with the boys, and throw my game for no one. We butted heads, my mother and I, fighting fiercely during the first two years of high school, but that all changed my junior year when reality dealt me a hateful blow. Then she was everything I needed and more—my mom, my best friend, my advocate, and my hero. I pushed those thoughts aside because they often led me back to a dark place I hoped to never revisit.

  “But ‘being a lady is boring,’” she repeated back to me before pulling me into a hug. “It’s not nice to remind your mother of her past foolishness.” There wasn’t an ounce of scorn in her voice. She dropped her Jackie O pretense and kissed my cheeks for real. “I love you so much, Maegan. I only want you to be happy.”

  “I am happy.” I pulled out of her embrace and looked into green eyes that were identical to mine. “Look at me and really see me, Mom. I am very happy. I have an amazing family, the best friends a girl could ask for, and a career that I love.” It was more than most people had, and I’d humbly accepted it as my fate years ago.

  An image of a dark-haired Adonis with sexy, brown eyes sprawled in my bed while I worked his cock with my mouth or fist sprung to mind, reminding me of how right he felt in my bed and body. Don’t get your hopes up, Maegan. It was just one night. Don’t forget how tense he was after that first mind-blowing orgasm subsided. He was ready to bolt. Keep your guard up!

  “So, what do I owe this pleasure?”

  “Can’t a mother just want to have lunch with her daughter?”

  “Yes, I suppose she could.” I knew better though. “Bonnie, I’m going to head out to lunch with my mom. I won’t be long. Would you like for me to bring you something back?”

  “Don’t you worry about me, Maegan. I brought my lunch, but thank you for asking me. Take as long as you’d like since you’ll be rooting around in some dank cellar or musty attic tonight,” Bonnie replied.

  “Cellar? Attic?” My mom sounded pretty damn disappointed that my life didn’t drastically change the second that tall, dark, and sexy entered my world. “That’s how you plan to spend
your Friday night?”

  “Part of it,” I answered. I had no idea if, or when, I would see Elijah again. I was no longer the kind of girl who sat around their house waiting for Prince Charming to ride up on his white steed and save the day. I had a business to run, memories to make, and amazing treasures to sort through with my trusty sidekick, Memphis.

  “I can’t wait to hear what you find. It always amazes me how some things never go out of style and everything else seems to come back in to style eventually.” My mom waved her hand in the air to encompass my shop. “You really have a beautiful, unique store, Maegan. Your father and I are so very proud of you and Milo.”

  “Thanks, Mom. That means the world to us.”

  “It’s obvious that you’re not going to reveal any secrets to me about your new neighbor, so how about you tell me the latest between Andy and Milo. Are those two still circling each other?”

  I think Milo and I were doomed to be miserable the minute we both fell for our best friend’s older brother. It works great in books and movies, but not so much in real life. I limped away from the experience a little tattered and bruised but with my dignity intact. Milo was an entirely different story. He and Andy had dated during high school and seemed so in love. Milo was crushed when Andy broke things off when he went to college. I thought he moved on with his life until Andy moved back to Blissville two years ago bringing an air of mystery with him. He was also less cocky and proud, which made him even more attractive to Milo. But like my mom said, they circled each other as they both waited for the other man to make the first move.

  “Oh yeah, and it’s hilarious.” I was so grateful to have her focus off me that I happily threw Milo under the bus and ran over his ass. “They think they’re being discreet, but they’re anything but.”

  “It’s too bad they can’t work past their differences.” She sighed dreamily as we stepped out into the cold, winter day. “They make such a beautiful couple.” She wasn’t wrong. “Hmmm,” my mother said as she looked up toward the second story of our buildings.