His Last Heist

by S. M. Butler

  She unclipped the thing behind her, letting the material fall to her lap. As she swept it away, he groaned and attacked her breasts in earnest. His hand cupped one perfect breast while he suckled on the other, swirling his tongue around her nipple. As he slid his gaze up, he stifled a groan. The long column of her throat was exposed. Her head had fallen back, her eyes shut even as her hands fisted in his hair pressed him back against her chest. Short, sexy moans escaped her with every suck of her precious skin.

  When she tried to undress him again, he placed both of her hands on the bed, next to her hips. “Stay like that.”

  “But—”

  “Just do it,” he ordered. “I’m not finished.”

  With a last suck of a nipple, he released it with a wet pop and then kissed over her sternum, then followed the smooth trail of her skin down. He slid his hands up her inner thighs as he dipped lower, as he approached that heated part of her. This exploration of her was excruciating to him, when all he wanted was to bury himself inside her and fuck her into oblivion. But there would time yet for that. Right now, he wanted to see her come. He wanted to taste that very essence of her climax, sear all the sensations of how she felt when she orgasmed straight into his long-term memory. He never wanted to forget this, because everything he’d tasted to this point had been pure heaven.

  When he pushed her knees apart wider, opening her to him, she shuddered against him. As he pressed a kiss to the top of her underwear-covered sex, she moaned, her hips bucking for more. Yes. That’s what he wanted. Right there.

  He slid fingers along the top elastic of her panties, groaning at the feel of the lace that would soon be on the floor with the matching bra. Then in a quick move, he slid the thing down her slender legs and tossed them away, burying his face into her sex.

  “You’re fucking bare,” he groaned against her core. He’d never really had a preference on the hair thing before, but for some reason, being able to see everything of hers, to taste everything of hers… It was so perfect. She was perfect. And in a perfect world, he’d have stolen her away like the thief he was.

  “Fuck!” she barked out in the most delicious way, half scream, half moan as he dove back into her core in earnest. His thumbs brushed over her clit as he licked around the sensitive bud, then pressed two fingers into her wet opening at the same time he sucked on her.

  She cried out, her back arching, her fingers fisting the sheets behind her. Her arms shook with the effort to keep her sitting up. As her orgasm washed over her, he didn’t stop. He rode that clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh until she toppled over again and then he rode the storm some more as she bucked and every muscle in her body tensed.

  God, she was so wet by the time she slumped on the bed, her chest rising and falling, the peaks of her breasts breaking the smooth outline of her body in the dark. Slowly, he pumped his fingers inside her body as he watched her recover.

  “Come for me one more time, love, and I will lick you clean,” he promised. She moaned something he didn’t catch but he dipped back to her flesh, continuing to pump his fingers into her tight hole as he licked her. She shuddered and her hands were pushing against him. Or maybe they were pulling him closer. He couldn’t tell.

  His cock was aching for her, confined in the pants he’d refused to take off this far. He’d needed to slow it down, to keep himself in check. But now he released the belt, and then his cock from its confines. As he fucked her with his fingers and licked her, he palmed his own erection with his free hand. Each stroke was like a lightning strike, aching for her flesh so hard he wasn’t sure he hadn’t already reached the blue balls stage.

  The pain was worth it to see her back arch, to see the veins in her neck surge as she cried out his name. He wanted nothing more than to be inside her now, but he had a promise to keep to her.

  “Jordan!”

  He pumped his finger in and out of her, his knuckle brushing against her clit each time. Her legs trembled. The more he tasted of her, the harder he got. The stroking of his own cock wasn’t enough to throw him over the edge. It was just enough to keep him on the edge while she flew from the cliff.

  “Remember what I said, Penny?” he murmured between licks. “One more. Come for me.”

  The words seemed to work. Her breathing got erratic. Her moans became a beautiful harmony with the wet slick of his fingers sliding into her body. He sucked in her clit again, flicking his tongue on it over and over at the same time. She bucked and screamed his name as she came.

  And he did as he promised as she slumped on the bed. He cleaned every inch of her. With his tongue.

  6

  Though the room was dark, Penny followed Jordan’s outline as he pulled back from her. He tossed away his pants and came back to her, his shirt loose on his body.

  “All the clothes,” she told him as he hesitated at his shirt.

  “Hold on,” he said. She was about to protest, but all he did was close the drapes. They were completely enveloped in darkness and she couldn’t even see his outline anymore.

  Her heart hammered as he shuffled around, her ears picking up the noise of his movements and the uneven breaths as he undressed. When he slid onto the bed again, his skin was warm against hers, even though she felt overheated.

  He settled between her thighs, his hips pressing against her, with his erection as hard as a brick between them. He kissed her, slowly, languishingly, and like he was in no hurry. Like he’d taken the edge off and was doing just fine now. Which would have been convincing except his entire body was tensed by restraint and his dick was a hard bulge against her sweat-soaked skin.

  She needed him inside her. Like now. She licked her lips in anticipation. She’d have liked to put her mouth on him, if she wasn’t currently buzzing with erotic need. Coming so much when he’d gone down on her should have cooled her heels, but the idea of being filled by him only twisted the coil inside her tighter.

  He chuckled against her ear and then there was nothing but air between them. “You like what you’ve done to me, love? I’m so bloody hard I’m ready to self-combust.”

  She held out her arms to him. “Come here, Jordan. I need some Irish in me.”

  He snorted, completely ungentlemanly. “How long have you been waiting to use that one?”

  She shrugged, trying to fight the heat in her cheeks, though she doubted he could see her in the darkness. “A while.”

  He chuckled as he dipped back onto the bed, stretching out over her so his cock rested against her sex, but he made no move to enter her. This close, she could make out just a little of his features, including a ridiculously masculine grin. “We have all the time in the world.”

  She smoothed her hands over his strong arms, as he kept himself propped over her, to his broad shoulders, then down his hard chest. Though he had no hair on his chest, she could feel the ridges of his skin and they weren’t quite right. Was that scar tissue? He tensed as she felt her way over his body, down to his abdomen and then between her legs where his cock was currently begging to get inside her.

  Hooking her leg over his and keeping her hand on his cock, she flipped them over, so she straddled him instead. Tantalizingly slow, she stroked that long, hard flesh. He groaned and pressed his head deeper into the pillow beneath him. “Doesn’t mean we have to take all the time in the world.”

  He groaned again as she stroked him. “Penny… I meant… I’m planning on making you come at least three more times.” His hands cupped her breasts. “You’re so goddamn beautiful when you come.”

  Warmth flushed over her. She didn’t suffer from any kind of self-deprecation, but she was well aware that she wasn’t a super model. To hear him talk like that, it simply warmed her from her chest down to her core.

  He sat up, his lips closing again on her breasts, trapping her hand between them, still on his cock. She tipped her head back, loving the sensation of his tongue against her skin. She could have let him do that all night. It was just arousing enough that she felt
it, but not enough to make her come again. Like an excruciatingly pleasurable torture session.

  “Yes,” she breathed as he switched to the other breast and gave it the same attention.

  “I rather like you like this,” he said, running his hands over every inch of her skin he could find.

  “Naked?” She rather liked him like that too. His hard body around hers, holding her safe and secure against him as he pleasured her? Yes, please.

  “That, yes… Also, electrified with sex,” he murmured. “I want in you.”

  “Condom?” she asked, whisper quiet.

  “Nightstand.” He pushed a long finger back into her body, making that come-hither motion that made her entire body quiver. “You’re so tight and wet.”

  She nearly blacked out as she reached over to the nightstand and he captured one of her breasts with his mouth. He sucked on the nipple until she pulled back with the desired square package in her hand. He didn’t even seem to notice the condom as he pressed two fingers into her, entirely focused on pleasuring her.

  No one she’d ever slept with came close to the focus and intensity of Jordan. His attention never wavered, and he seemed completely focused on making sure she came. In fact, he seemed to get more pleasure out of it when she did.

  She tore open the package with her teeth, deftly pulling out the condom. But he flipped them, so she was on her back, somehow without taking his fingers out of her. He used his free hand to open her flesh, those intense eyes completely riveted on the wet flesh before him.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he said. Then he licked from bottom to top, letting his tongue flick off her clit. Over and over, he did that, until she was writhing in so much agonizing pleasure, she thought she was going to explode. Then he stopped.

  “No,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

  He laughed, the sound vibrating right through her body. Then his mouth clamped on her clit, sucking it hard into his mouth while he played with the bud with his tongue. Stars hit her from all sides, heat flushed her skin. White hot pleasure burned through her blood as she came, calling his name. He rode her orgasm out for as long as it lasted, even though the little aftershocks that followed.

  He took the condom from her hands, rolling it on himself in the few seconds before the stars faded from her vision. Then he was over her body, elbows resting on either side of her. His face was inches from hers, his cock nudging at the entrance to her sex. Even though his body shuddered with the restraint, he held himself still. “You still good with this?”

  She nodded. “Better than good.”

  “That’s in a minute, darlin’,” he replied. He lifted up; his arm muscles tensed with the effort it took. His hand went to his hard cock lining it up with her wet flesh, sliding the tip up and down her slit. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Fuck me!” She arched her back, as if that could get him inside her faster. But he held back, teasing her as she grew more and more agitated by his teasing. “Please, Jordan!”

  “There’s the magic word,” he murmured. He pushed himself into her, gently rocking back and forth. But she was soaked and ready, and she wanted it hard. She spread her legs further apart, trying to encourage him. “But tell me what you really want, love.”

  “I want you,” she moaned.

  “Do you want this?” he asked, giving her just a little bit more of that hard flesh inside her. She moaned and arched her back, trying desperately to feel more of him filling her up. She reached for him, but he took her hands, interlacing them with his own and planted them out away from her body. She was completely open to him in this position and fuck if it wasn’t making things more intense as he inched his way into her.

  Then he was all the way in, in one swift stroke. She moaned her pleasure. She’d lost all semblance of words. The way he filled her was like he was meant to do it. Perfect. When she squeezed the walls of her pussy around him, his answering groan gave her a thrill of feminine pleasure.

  “If you do that, I’m likely to come right now.”

  She grinned. “Maybe that’s what I want.”

  She did it again.

  His body trembled. “Brat.”

  As he rocked his hips back, pulling almost all the way out before he pushed into her again, his entire body shuddered. Over and over again, he did it, and every time she trembled more with him. “I need more. Deeper.”

  “Pull up your legs,” he commanded. She did as he told her, her arms still splayed out, but her knees came to her chest. This time when he rocked into her, so deep, she cried out his name. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Fuck me,” she snarled. “Fuck me so hard I see stars.”

  “My dirty little mouse.” But he complied, releasing her hands to get better leverage over her. He pistoned his hips, his cock sliding through her wet flesh into her body. His strokes were still hard and long but faster. She fisted the sheets, arching her back. She wanted it all. Every last bit of him.

  “Oh, god, yes! Give me that cock,” she moaned, not even caring that she was getting loud.

  His thrusts got more and more erratic. Harder, faster. She encouraged him for more until all she could hear was the hard slap of skin against skin as he demanded more of her voice.

  “Such a dirty mouth,” he said between clenched teeth. “I fucking love it. Tell me what you want, love. Tell me what you need.”

  She moaned as he thrust hard into her, so hard she scooted up the bed a few inches. “Fuck me. I need it hard.” He did it once more and she moaned again.

  He gripped her hips, hard and punishingly, slamming into her like he’d lost any desire to hold back. She loved it. That’s what she wanted, wasn’t it? She encouraged him, continued to tell him how good he made her feel and he fed off it, fucking her hard and fast.

  Then she was airborne as he re-situated them, with her straddling his hips, still impaled on his cock. He wrapped his arms around her waist and continued to pump up into her. She pushed down when he pumped up, both of them grunting and screaming for more from the other, like neither of them could get enough of each other.

  Though they’d taken their time getting to this point, Penny didn’t have any intention of taking it slow or easy now. His body brushed against her clit with each stroke of his cock in her, pushing her toward another orgasm. Just as she tumbled over the edge, crying out his name, he flipped them back over. Then the real pounding began. He was a man possessed as he slammed his dick into her so hard, she wasn’t sure she hadn’t seen stars. Each time he groaned, he got louder and louder until he came. He stroked once, twice… more erratic than before, but hard just the same as he filled the condom.

  Both of them breathing hard, he dropped his head against the crook of her neck. They were both covered in sweat and sex, panting like they’d run a marathon. His weight was heavy, but it wasn’t to be overbearing. Actually, it was comforting in a weird way.

  “Oh, shit,” he said against her skin. “Fuck me.”

  “Didn’t I just do that?” she asked softly.

  He chuckled. “Yes, love. Yes, you did. Very well, I might add.” He kissed her, light and gentle, the complete opposite of what they’d just done. She let out a soft moan as he disengaged, pulling the condom along with him. She couldn’t see what he did, but he heard the soft thump of something hitting plastic a few feet away. When he came back, he flopped next to her and the two of them stared up at the ceiling, completely spent.

  “That… was awesome,” she said, though her voice was rough.

  He chuckled. “Happy birthday, by the way, darlin’.”

  Jordan stared at the ceiling, but he still registered Penny’s perfect little breasts heaving up and down. When she’d started dirty talking him, he’d almost blown his load right then. He hadn’t expected it. From it. But she was nothing like he’d expected, was she? He’d thought her a mouse, but she wasn’t anything like that.

  In another world… another time… Where he wasn’t who he was… didn’t work for who he worked for… He cl
osed his eyes and sighed.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  He opened his eyes and turned toward her, propping his head on his hand. “I don’t want you to go.”

  At least that was a truth he could live with. He didn’t want her to go. Strangely enough, he wanted her to stay. He’d never wanted any other woman to stay with him. And he found it wasn’t because he hadn’t finished his mission yet. He just wanted to be with her. He liked her unexpectedness, her pure excitement for the sake of excitement.

  “Jordan…” she warned, her body tensing beside him.

  He pulled her closer to him. “I mean, will you stay for the night? Once with you isn’t going to be enough. I need more,” he murmured as he slid his hand down her flat belly. Another truth. His cock hardened as he imagined bending her over that desk in the other room. “I mean, we still have the sitting room, the shower, and the hot tub to christen still.”

  She chuckled. “But I have to work in the morning.”

  He didn’t want to think about her work. That would just remind him that he had a job to do that he didn’t want to do. Now that he’d tasted her, had her in various ways, he wanted more. Instead, he turned her head towards him, palming her flushed cheek. Through the darkness of the room, he could still see the blush. “Call in sick. We’re not done here yet.” He slid her hand down to his semi-hard cock, wrapping her delicate fingers around the girth of it. “You see what you do to me? Would you leave me like this?”

  “Oh,” she breathed. Her hand slid up and down his length, eliciting a groan from his lips. “Whatever shall we do with this problem?”

  “Whatever you want to do, darlin’,” he replied as she pushed him back by his shoulders and straddled his thighs. Then her head dipped, her lips brushing against his chest. He fisted his hands, trying not to throw her off, away from that mess she was touching. He was thankful he’d turned out the lights so she couldn’t see it. It killed him to let her anywhere near any of it, but if he’d jerked back, it would have just called attention to that shit and he didn’t want to see the pity on her face. There was nothing to be pitied about those scars. They were a constant reminder that even family can ruin your life.