Page 28 of Factory Thief

Her gasps and sharp cries echo off the rock walls around us. I probe her with my index and ring finger, tugging the spongy flesh down and letting my tongue slip in deeper. I’m like a swimmer, burying my face in her exquisite aromatic ocean and coming up for air only when I must.

I work my way up to her clitoral mound with gradual motions. As my lips retreat, my fingers conscript themselves into service, filling the void literally and figuratively.

“Look at you,” I say, pinching her lightly. “You’re so swollen and purple.”

A sharp cry erupts from Victoria’s throat, and I haven’t even touched it yet. I flick my tongue across the engorged pearl lightly pinched between my fingers. I suck gently, and Victoria’s fingers dig into my scalp as a high-pitched scream rips and echoes through the cave. Time stops as I suckle her to a shuddering climax.

Her rapid, gasping cries echo off the walls for almost a minute after. I lay with my face on her belly, fingers still nestled inside her warm pink walls. I give my digits the occasional twitch, interspersed with blowing across her clit to keep her simmering.

“Jesus fucking Christ, are you a porn star?” she gasps.

I laugh, then give her a strong, slow lick. She writhes about beneath me, passionate cries carrying over the sound of the crashing waves. “No. I just love doing these things to you. Making you feel good when life has made you feel so bad.”

I sit and pull her up into my lap and hold her tight. Victoria kisses my shoulder, my cheek, the top of my head as she rubs her slit against my rock-hard cock. I shift about in the sand until she can easily guzzle my rod into her soft, pink walls.

Our bodies heave together as she swivels her hips like mad. I meet her gaze, birthing a smile across my face I see reflected on her own. For a few blissful moments we’re utterly in sync, denizens of a universe made only of us two.

It’s been so long, and I’ve wanted Victoria so badly, it’s no wonder I can’t last long before releasing inside her. Victoria keeps up the grinding, and I don’t go flaccid. The cries which rip from both our mouths have nothing to do with pain or fear. As I reach a new release inside of Victoria again, I think I touch the face of heaven.

Spent, we collapse onto our sides in the sand, enveloped and entwined. I hold her to me in a sudden, desperate sigh.

“Victoria…” I load a lot into that mere utterance of her name. Fear, pain, desire, freedom, peace…

“Jack.” She whispers my name, and her voice, too, carries myriad signals. Admonishment, and…hope? She’s mad at me for giving her hope, I think. Just a little.

That’s okay. I can live with that.

“Thank you,” I say.

She laughs softly, her head on my chest. “Um, okay. I should be thanking you; you went down on me and didn’t even ask for a blow j—”

“No,” I say after a burst of laughter. “No, I mean, thank you for believing me. That I didn’t kill that woman, that I’m telling the truth about Xtera corp. It’s been a long time since anyone believed me.”

“Oh.” Victoria sighs, her breath hot against my skin. “Jack…just…just don’t make me regret it, okay? Don’t make me regret it.”

I pet the back of her head and hold her close. I really hope she doesn’t regret this.

I really hope I don’t either. All I know is, it feels good to have someone trust me again.

So good that for a moment I almost forgot the sand and the cold.

VICTORIA

Iawaken to warmth for the first time in I don’t know how long. My head rests on Jack’s thick bicep, and even the gritty sand between my toes can’t stir me from this very spot.

I realize this is the first time I’ve ever awakened in the arms of a lover before. I’ve made it a rule to always leave quickly after the carnal acts scratched my particular itches. I’ve never had interest in literally sleeping with a man before, just everything leading up to that point.

I lift my head enough to look into his sleeping face.

But I shouldn’t read too much into my staying—after all, there was no place to go.

Or maybe I should. I’m lucid enough to know that there’s something going on here.

What makes you so special, Jack? Sure’ you’re handsome and built like a pro athlete, but what is it that makes me want to cuddle up to you?

Then it hits me. I remember watching an old black and white movie with my mother about the fall of the Alamo. My mother wept at certain points of the film, and I asked her why.

“Because even though they know they cannot win, they do not give up. They never stop standing up for what they think is right, even when they know it will kill them.”

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