Page 63 of Easy Steal

Normally, I was not the submissive type - at all, but something about his tone made me eager to do what I was told.

He looked between my legs, like he actually was hungry, before his eyes met mine again.

“Show me how you play with yourself,” he said with a smirk.

I pursed my lips playfully, and shook my head. I was actually quite amazed with how comfortable I felt around Sam. I hadn’t known him long, but I felt like we had connected as friends quickly.

I would be worried that sleeping together would ruin that, but that ship had already sailed.

We couldn’t take back what we had already done, and why not enjoy each other while we were forced to spend this time together anyway?

“Come on,” he urged with a jut of his chin, “show me.”

I took in a breath and let my fingers fall between my legs, his eyes fixated on my hands as they wandered. I began to circle, and dip, and play with myself as he watched. I only prayed that the boys would not return early from their lunch break.

“That’s a good girl,” he said breathlessly, watching me as I followed his orders.

I closed my eyes and continued, trying to let go of my tension and nerves, trying to forget where I was, trying not to jump at every sound that came from the outside of the shop. I felt his hands on my knees, spreading my legs further apart before I felt his hand around my wrists, pulling them away.

He replaced my fingers with his tongue, and devoured me urgently with his mouth.

My back arched against the trolley, and I reached up, wrapping my fingers around the bullbar above me to steady myself.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” he mumbled against me.

“You say that like you’re surprised.”

“All pussy tastes good,” he said, lifting his head and kissing his way up my torso between words, “but I have a certain weakness for girls who taste just like candy.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t contain the smirk as he nibbled and licked at my throat.

In a second, he was on his feet, pulling me up with him.

He pressed me against the cold steel of car’s bullbar and pressed his lips against mine, tangling his fingers into my hair.

Then his hands were around my thighs, wrapping my legs around his torso as he carried me towards the office. Sam kicked the door shut with his boot, and sat me on the counter as I made quick work unbuttoning his pants.

He grabbed me by the ass, pulling me towards the edge of the counter and closer towards him as he pulled down the top of his underwear, pulling out his cock. I fumbled with the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his head and throwing it towards the window.

I checked over my shoulder as he slid his tip up and down my entrance, teasing slowly. My heart was racing, with anticipation and the nerves that someone could walk in.

But those thoughts were easily ignored when he pushed his way inside of me.

I threw my head back, letting out a sigh of relief at the feeling of him.

He let out a deep growl against my shoulder, his fingers digging deep into my hips as he thrusted against me.

I gripped one hand around the nape of his neck, holding him close, and the other on the top of the counter to steady myself. I slipped on a pile of loose papers, and threw them off the desk in frustration and they scattered in the air and dropped to the ground.

He let out a chuckle, before cupping my cheek with his rough hand and bringing my face towards him and our mouths met again. He picked up the pace as we kissed, our tongues meeting and touching only slightly between each breath.

“You make me crazy,” he panted against my mouth, “do you know that?”

I looked up at him through my lashes and shook my head.

He chuckled, shaking his head, “liar.”

Sam reached up, wrapping a calloused hand around my throat, squeezing lightly and pushing me back. I rested on my elbows, looking towards the ceiling as he pounded. His hand trailed from my neck to my tits, grabbing at them before he leant forward and took a nipple into his mouth.

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