Page 28 of Together We Burn
The tell-tale signs of her orgasm started to surface as her walls began contracting, squeezing my cock for dear life until it felt like her whole body was spasming against me. I wouldn’t last a second longer with the intense feeling of her strangling my dick, but I couldn’t come inside her. Not until I was sure she knew we’d taken each other bare.
Quickly pulling out of her, I dropped to my knees, bringing my shoulders under her thighs, and splayed a hand across her lower stomach, keeping her smashed against the wall. Dropping my other hand between my legs, I frantically jerked my cock as my mouth met her pussy, dragging out her orgasm as thick ropes of my cum came thick and fast, lining the dingy carpet below us and the bottom of the wall I had Stefany pressed against.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned as I continued to stroke myself while lapping up everything she gave me until she was too sensitive and tugged my hair, demanding to be put down. Without thought, I dropped her to her feet.
Stefany’s eyes widened.
“What the fuck am I standing in?” she asked, nostrils flaring as she glared at me. I looked down and realised I'd placed her directly in my cum.
“Don’t act like you didn’t know,” I said smugly, pushing my leg back into my pants and pulling them up.
Stefany’s rage was palpable as I took off my shirt and held it out to her. The “outfit” she’d worn was ruined thanks to my urgency in needing to get it off. She snatched it from me and threaded her arms into the sleeves. There was something incredibly sexy seeing Stefany dressed in my clothes, and if we had more time, I could happily go for round two.
While she fastened my shirt around her, I buckled my belt and went searching for my suit jacket. I couldn’t walk through the strip club shirtless, but it would be a cold day in hell if I let her walk out there wearing the scraps of material she had now discarded.
Her face was grim as she thundered around the small room, collecting her garotte and wig from the ground. I stepped into her space, unable to stop the chuckle at the little huff she was in.
“Don’t be mad that you’re not even angry about it, Stefany. You knew what had happened the moment you felt me inside you. And you never said a thing because we both know how good it felt to have me the way you’ve always wanted.”
I leaned down to kiss her, but just as my lips were about to touch hers, she turned her face, and I got her cheek. Not that I’d admit it, but that was a slight knock to the old ego. She reached down and grabbed my crotch in a firm hold.
“Don’t mistake that for what it was. A meaningless fuck. Sparring sometimes makes me horny. You were a scratch to an itch I couldn’t reach.” She pushed me back and held out her hand. I stared at her empty palm.
“Phone,” she demanded, pulsing her fingers in a beckoning motion. I arched an eyebrow. “Phone,please.I need to call Will.”
Pulling the device from the inside of my jacket pocket, I unlocked it and pulled up Will’s contact, which I’d conveniently saved as “Asshole.” Passing it to her, she glanced at the screen before looking up and rolling her eyes. I smiled wide as she pressed call.
“Mr. Weston, it’s late. What can I do for you?” Will’s dry voice sounded through the loud-speaker as Stefany held the phone in front of her.
“Job’s done, but I need your clean-up crew over here ASAP.”
“Jacob?”
“Well, unless Jake’s now got tits and a female voice, who else could it be?” she deadpanned while glowering at me. “You should know, since you sent him over to spy on me.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about, Stevie. I never sent Jacob anywhere,” he replied with an exasperated sigh.
I held my hands up defensively and mouthed, “Told you.”
Stefany flipped me off and ran her hand through her hair. “Whatever. How long until your crew can get here? Martinez is dead. His eye’s somewhere in this room…” She paused, looking for the disembodied body part, then smirked when she noticed it lying by the dead man's shoulder. “There’s also brain matter, bodily fluids, and–”
“What do you mean by ‘bodily fluids,’ Stevie?” Will asked, his tone laced with warning. She shrugged as if he could see her, and when he never got a verbal reply, he directed the conversation to me. “Jacob, she better not mean–”
“I’ve told you before, we are consenting adults and can…” I began, taking the phone from Stefany’s hand, but was cut off when a crash resounded through the phone.
“Don’t fucking interrupt me, Jacob,” Will growled, and if we could see him right now, I bet his face would be red. “I distinctly told you two, sex was not to be involved.”
“And I told you I can open my legs for whoever I choose, asshole.” Stefany shot back, leaning forward to speak directly into the phone.
I glanced down to see her hands were fisted by her sides and her shoulders were tense. Reaching out, I stroked my hand down her arm. The tightness in her jaw relaxed slightly, then she took a deep breath before softening her tone.
“Will, nine or ten of the girls here are barely older than seventeen. Can you maybe get your cop buddy, Noah was it, to come too? Maybe with female officers?”
Silence descended upon the room for enough time that I thought Will had hung up. Stefany looked up at me, a vulnerability shining from her eyes while we waited.
A breathy exhale finally came from the speaker, then Will cleared his throat. “Fine, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Make sure the both of you are long gone.” And with that, he hung up.
“Are you okay?” I asked when Stefany dragged her hands down her face. She nodded and turned for the door, bending down for her heels when she walked past.
