Smut in the City (Absolute Erotica) (9 page)

Once her finger was clean of her juices, Libby pulled it out with a pop, then went to push it between her thighs again. Before she got chance, Ciaran stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.

“Fuck that,” he said. “I’m not standing here watching you fuck yourself and then suck off your juices. I’ll do it for you!”

With that, he slipped his index finger between her labia and inside her pussy, moved it around to get it covered in her wetness, then pulled out and stuffed it between his own lips. A moan issued from his throat, and after he finished tasting her cunt, he pulled his finger from his mouth and murmured, “Mmm, you taste so good baby. And you’re so wet, and fucking hot. And all mine...”

He slanted his lips against hers, and the taste of her pussy was obvious, and delicious, in both their mouths as they kissed deeply.

A trickle of liquid slid down the inside of Libby’s thigh. She rolled her hips towards Ciaran, desperate to have him inside her. Thankfully, he took the hint. She felt the brush of his knuckles against her stomach as he reached down to grab his shaft and angle it towards her opening. Then the press of his thick cockhead between her labia, and he was inside her. He slid in slowly, and she savoured the feeling as he stretched her inner walls, then finally stopped moving when he was balls deep.

Libby reached out to grip his biceps, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles even through the fabric of his t-shirt. The combination of the kiss, the muscles beneath her fingers, the semi-public location and of course the hard cock that had now begun to thrust inside her had Libby quickly climbing towards the dizzy heights of orgasm. Soon she wanted more, faster. So she shook her right leg, eager to get out of the trappings of the clothes around her ankle. Once free, Ciaran immediately realised what she wanted and lifted her leg over his forearm, giving him more access to her pussy so he could go deeper, faster.

To Libby’s extreme pleasure, he did just that. He angled his body so each thrust rubbed his pubic bone against Libby’s swollen clit, stimulating it with each frantic movement. Pulling her mouth away from his, Libby leaned her head against the wall and squeezed her eyes closed, concentrating hard on both the pleasure and also not making too much noise. It may have been that nobody could see them, but they weren’t so far from the crowds that any excessive noise they made wouldn’t be heard. Certainly she could hear the sound of thousands of voices and footsteps milling around just feet from their deserted position.

Her back scraped against the wall as Ciaran pounded into her, but she didn’t care. She still had her top on so the material protected her to some extent - but in actual fact each scratch and bump was just another way of tantalising her nerve endings, and reminding her where she was and what exactly she was doing. She was in the Colosseum, an ancient, incredibly famous landmark, having sex - and it was awesome!

A giggle escaped her lips at the thought. Ciaran heard and said, “Hey, what are you laughing at? This is no laughing matter!”

“Sorry, babe,” she replied, opening her eyes and moving her head back down to look at her lover, “I’m not laughing at you. It was more what we’re doing, and where. It was a laugh of pleasure, of happiness. It just came out.”

“Well,” he said, grinning and dropping a kiss on her already snog-swollen lips, “I can live with that. If I’m making you laugh with pleasure and happiness, then I’m definitely doing something right.”

“You definitely are, babe. And if you would kindly continue until I come, that would be spectacular. Then if you’re lucky, I might let you come.” She winked, and dug her fingernails hard into his arms, knowing that the spark of pain would likely send him into a frenzy.

Naturally, having been with Ciaran for long enough to know his quirks - in and out of the bedroom - she was right. He let out a low growl, then captured her lips in a breath-stealing kiss before gripping her more tightly and increasing the pace of his thrusts. Because of the speed he was moving at, he was no longer able to achieve the angle that stimulated her clit, so Libby shifted one hand from Ciaran’s arm and slipped it between her legs. Touching her slippery nub, she marvelled at how swollen it was. It felt like it was the size of a small marble, though of course it was warm to the touch. Hot, actually. And oh, so fucking sensitive. Each stroke against it made her body jerk, so her motions coupled with Ciaran’s had her bouncing up and down like crazy until she felt the familiar tightening of her abdomen that meant her climax was close.

“Ciaran,” she said, moving her free hand to stroke his hair of his face, making him look up at her, “I’m close, baby. Are you?”

“Are you kidding?” he replied, with a laugh. “I’m been thinking about wrinkly grannies, dirty nappies and hospitals for the past five minutes, just to stop myself coming inside your pussy. Which feels absolutely divine, by the way. So it’s no wonder I’ve been on the edge for so long. It’s your fault!”

“I’m glad to hear it baby. That I’m making you feel so good, I mean. Not that you’ve been thinking about weird shit in order to keep control of your balls.”

“Oh, shut up you, and get on with it. Before they turn blue!”

Libby laughed now, deliberately tightening her internal muscles at the same time, and causing Ciaran to choke out “Bitch!” before redoubling his efforts and causing her to move both hands, link them behind his neck and hold on for dear life.

Even without the direct stimulation on her clit, it didn’t take Libby long to come. She was spread so widely around Ciaran’s thick cock that she was being pleasured from the inside, and she’d always been pretty sensitive. With a yelp, she stiffened as incredible, overwhelming sensations coursed through her body, tightening it more and more until the feeling exploded, like someone popping an overinflated balloon - but sexier. She writhed and grunted as her orgasm overtook her, the corner of her mouth curving in a tiny smile as she became aware of Ciaran’s reaction as her cunt gripped and released his cock, over and over. Milking it. Pushing him over the edge.

He let out a yell, and as Libby started to come back to herself, she felt the swelling of Ciaran’s cock inside her still-fluttering pussy before it was finally rewarded with its own release. And milliseconds later, it came. He gripped her even more tightly and Libby watched as he squeezed his eyes closed as his shaft began to twitch inside her, spurting cum inside the condom. He grunted and groaned, his climax seeming to last as long as hers had, then finally he fell silent.

Ciaran released her leg, and she put her foot to the floor gingerly, only realising just how trembly she was now he’d let her go. He obviously didn’t feel much more secure, though, as he put his hands either side of her head, leaning against the wall and putting his head on her shoulder.

“Fuck,” his voice came close to her ear, “that was... amazing. We should totally sneak into places we’re not supposed to be more often.”

Libby laughed, then nodded. “I totally agree. On both counts.”

They were quiet - except for their heavy breathing - for a few minutes, then Libby stroked Ciaran’s hair and said, “I hate to say it, babe, but we should probably get dressed. We don’t want to push our luck too much, do we?”

“Uh-uh,” Ciaran agreed, and he pulled away from her with a wry smile.

A few minutes later they were dressed and ready to head back out of their secret place, with the used condom wrapped securely in a couple of tissues and stowed in the side pocket of Ciaran’s bag - just until they could find the nearest litter bin. Just as they checked their hair and clothing was suitable to face the world, Libby happened to catch sight of something a little way along the sort-of-ceiling above their heads, deeper into the building. It looked like... a security camera. At that moment, it was pointing towards the outside of the building - clearly trained on anyone who was trying to get in where they shouldn’t be - but Libby had no idea if the camera could, or would move, and therefore whether it could have caught them in the act. She flicked her gaze away from it, before Ciaran saw what she was looking at.

She decided not to mention it to him. Not until they were safely out of the country, anyway. She wanted him to spend the rest of his holiday fucking her and enjoying himself, not worrying about being arrested. Though if they were and were thrown into a jail cell together, that could be another story altogether...

Taking Care of Business

By Lexie Bay

The whole “family” were celebrating with us tonight. Luca’s birthday dinner was always a huge event and everyone important was there to pay their respects. Crazy Mike was making sure the drink was flowing, Freddie Fingers was keeping an eye on the ladies in case of any disagreements and Fat Tony was keeping watch for trouble from any of the other families, who might be looking to make a name for themselves. I looked around me, my eyes searching for the one person who was missing. I was on edge and I would be until he arrived.

Luca was in his element, holding court like the king of the world telling stories about his crazy past. I was in my usual place, perched on his lap, a pretty decoration for him to show off. His thick fingers slid inside the slit in my floor length dress, stroking my inner thigh absentmindedly. I’d heard his stories a hundred times but they never got old and as I watched his handsome face a warm glow filled me, catching me by surprise. He caught me staring at him and smiled, pulling me roughly towards him for a kiss, his tongue pushing hard into my mouth, claiming me for his own. My eyes flickered open and for a moment I was looking straight into the piercing blue eyes of Mickey Finn. His eyes were chips of ice, and he gave nothing away but as I watched him take his seat, my insides were a whirl of fiery lust. All I could think about was the first kiss we’d shared, and all the times we’d fucked.

The first time we kissed had been incredible. I’d known I could make him kiss me, I’d seen the way he watched me, his eyes all hungry, laughing at my jokes, making sure I always had a drink. He made it look like he was just looking out for Luca’s girl but I could smell his desire like cheap cologne. Then one night Mickey had been in charge of getting me home safely. Luca always sent me home when he needed to talk business with the boys. I liked it when he forgot I was there and I would float around the club, drinking whiskey, singing requests for some of the regulars until Luca realised I was still around. He’d call me over, making a big deal of his girl hearing all the bad things but really he loved to show off, how big and bad he was and how sweet and pretty I was. Next to him I felt small and safe, but I had issues and I tried not to think about how one day he would find out what I was really like and he would go crazy on my ass.

I wasn’t scared of him. I knew what he did and I knew that he hurt people but when he was with me he was so gentle I didn’t care. When he made love to me I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. Typical me though, that wasn’t enough. I had a guy who was rich, powerful, respected and feared; who loved me and treated me like a lady in public and a hooker in the bedroom. The man of my dreams, an oasis of calm in the crazy world of Vegas, and what did I do?

I played kiss chase with one of his boys. One of his closest confidants, one of the trusted few and I fucking seduced him. I toyed with his emotions, teased his senses with my snake hips, my pouty scarlet lips. I disarmed him with my smile, my silken words of flattery until he was putty in my hands. He couldn’t resist me; no man could when I put my mind to it and now I was trapped. He wanted me and I couldn’t say no because he could ruin everything. I never thought my games through. That was my big problem. Luca always told me that I didn’t consider the consequences of my actions. Not that I wanted to say no to Mickey, don’t get me wrong. I liked to live life on the edge, enjoyed the element of danger, of always looking over my shoulder. In my opinion sex wasn’t really sexy unless it could hurt you.

I knew all about how love could hurt. Luca had saved me from a very bad man who in turn had saved me from a worse one. What can I say, I really know how to pick ‘em, and I know what you’re thinking, out of the frying pan into the fire, but Luca protected me. He wasn’t like the others. Being his girl kept me safe, and I had a lot of people I need protection from. So why did I feel the need to try and destroy it whenever I got a whim?

Anyway that fateful night Mickey had been told to take me home and I had felt a surge of crazy which left him with no chance of escaping me. I had waited until we were a mile or so away, and I was sure that there were no lights following us before I pounced. I flattered, I stroked, I teased until he was panting and then I moved in for the kill. I thought he’d hesitate, that the thought of Luca finding out would stop him, but he was a pushover. When his lips met mine it was as though it was meant to be. Soft, cool and damp; I couldn’t get enough. I wanted him to take me somewhere we could fuck but he was a bigger person than me and he wanted to make sure we knew what we were getting ourselves into. I just wanted to lose myself in him, to find my oblivion in our bodies merging, him filling me blocking out everything else that I didn’t want to think about.

So he left me hanging and we skirted around each other every time we met and Luca was there. I had eyes on me wherever I went and Mickey couldn’t risk his job. It was everything he’d worked for. As one of Luca’s inner circle we both knew that if we were found out it wouldn’t be just his job, it would be his life. I was flattered that he was willing to risk it all for nothing more than a pretty face, but I ached for him, all of him. It was a physical need and every day that we couldn’t be together was like a little death. Seeing him and not being able to touch him was making me crazy. I was getting careless, sloppy and if I wasn’t careful someone was going to find out. Finally we got our chance to be alone once more when Mickey offered to drive me home again and each time we were together it was so intense I was sure that someone was going to notice the way we were around each other. I was struggling to control my feelings. It was like I needed to explode, to touch him, to kiss him, to shout it from the rooftops but I knew that it would be the end of everything for both of us. I had never felt this way about any of the others. I think I said that every time...

Tonight seemed different. The way he looked at me, it felt as though he was feeling the same way. I was high with the anticipation of what might happen, but I was scared and if I was honest his desperation was almost making me wish I had never started this. I could smell his aftershave in the air, could almost feel his arms around me. I closed my eyes and imagined him pushing me up against the wall, the rough brick snagging my dress. I kept that image in my head, halting the way my mind was working. I wanted him, it would be okay, Luca and me were fine and Mickey wouldn’t change that. I went back to my dress against the wall. I wouldn’t care, I’d wrap my legs around him, tangle my fingers in his curls and make him beg for me like I wanted to beg for him.

I watched him as he spoke to the other guys, from my vantage point snuggled into Luca’s big chest. I watched him run his fingers through his thick dark hair, his biceps straining against his crisp white shirt. I watched the curl of his mouth as he spoke, filthy cuss words falling from his lips and I wanted him to be talking dirty to me. I shivered as Luca stroked my arm but it was with anticipation of Mickey’s touch.

It was getting late and it was nearly time for me to get ready. I whispered in Luca’s ear and slipped from his lap to go get my feathers on. His big hand slapped me playfully on the ass and I giggled, showering his handsome face with tiny kisses, letting his hands slide over anything he wanted. His friends were jealous and he loved it. All except Mickey Finn. He didn’t look jealous, he looked mad. He glared at me and his eyes burned a guilty cross on my heart as Luca turned back to talking business. He downed his whiskey and called over the waitress for another round.

I slipped away while he was talking, not daring to look back. I needed some air and a reality check that I could only get from the back alley of a Vegas club. Leaning against the wall I pulled my soft pack of Marlboro from my bra and lit one. The smoke burned my lungs, calming the pounding of my heart and I let the smoke curl slowly out of my nostrils then out of my mouth in a cloud of blue death. Mixed with the burn of the whiskey I was almost ready for my routine. All I needed was my fix of danger and I had a feeling he was on his way. He didn’t love me like Luca did, I was just another notch on his gun belt, but all I needed was to know that he wanted me. I craved the attention, needed it like air and if it wasn’t him it would be someone else. I couldn’t be with just the one I had to have them all. I had to know that someone else found me attractive.

I had daddy issues, I knew that. I’d had enough therapy before mom gave up on me to know that I was a selfish bitch who needed to prove to the world that she was desirable. For the most part it was fun. I had a tiny waist, curvy hips, perky tits and full pouty lips. I was always glamorous, my style icons were the beautiful women of 1950s Hollywood and I was flawless, designed to be desired. Take a girl away from her daddy in her formative years and you can sit back and watch the neuroses, watch her suffer, watch her have sexual issues that would tear her life apart. I had a destructive streak and I indulged it on a regular basis with boys that were darker than my jet black heart.

I looked out across the beautiful multi-coloured skyline of Vegas and breathed in the thick desert air. I could smell the cactus flowers, the smoke, and the cheap perfume of the Vegas brides as they giggled and staggered their way into the plastic chapels.

I took a drag on my cigarette, suddenly aware that Mickey was standing just behind me. I could feel his heat even in the sticky closeness of the desert night. He radiated badness, a sultry evil that filled my nostrils and made my pussy wet for him.

We didn’t speak. I acknowledged him with a flick of my tongue over my bottom lip and his fingers curled over my hip bone drawing me closer to him. His expensive suit rubbed against the thin silk of my dress, lifting it over my thighs as he dry humped my ass. I carried on smoking my Marlboro as though he meant nothing to me but inside my heart was pounding, my stomach flipping, filled with butterflies. I thought that maybe I loved him and as his lips whispered over the nape of my neck I imagined how we would be if we were together. I knew inside that it was stupid, that I couldn’t love anyone and that Luca would kill us both, but it was exciting, new and I craved the way he held me. Like I was his possession. I want him to possess me.

We’d have to run; Luca would never let either of us live. It would tear him apart to kill me but I knew that he would do it. It would be impossible for him to keep the respect of the boys if he didn’t. I would be a scarlet woman, crazy, disrespectful to the man who adored me. I was a wicked, wicked girl and I knew it but I sighed, pressing my ass back against Mickey’s insistent hard on. He wanted me and that was all that mattered. I didn’t even need to see it through to the end. I just wanted the validation that his adoration gave me. Mickey wanted to see it through. We had been side stepping each other for weeks since the last time and I knew I couldn’t hold him off for much longer. I was going to have to give him what I had been promising him with my body over and over since we started this thing.

He let his tongue follow the edge of my dress, occasionally wetting the silk as though his tongue was delving between my lips. His left hand gripped my waist and his right disappeared under my suspender belt and into my soft silk panties. I gasped, my eyes closing as my knees buckled and I let his fingers go where they wanted. I wanted to check that we were alone but as he dipped between my soaking lips I realised that I didn’t care. I wanted him to want me so badly that he risked it all for me. I wanted to be his everything. It gave me a thrill that he was here with me even though my husband could have him killed if he so much as suspected that we were close.

A tiny moan escaped from my lips and that was all he needed. He whispered my name, turning me to face him, crushing me between his hot, sweaty body and the cool metal of the door. Clever, now no one could come out and find us. I let the hard heat of his chest warm me, the soft material of his shirt rubbing against my cleavage. I let my fingers tug at his buttons, doing what I’d been thinking about doing all night. His buttons slid out of their fastening, slowly revealing his lightly tanned chest, the smattering of dark hair that covered the smooth taut skin making me catch my breath. I nuzzled against him, my lips moistening his skin as I kissed him, licked him, nipping at his flesh.

“Mickey,” I breathed but he put his finger to my lips quietening me. I wanted to scream, to hold him to me, to fuck him loud and hard until I came all over his cock, crying out his name. I knew that I was crazy then, knew that it would never happen. A wave of sadness enveloped me briefly. He would never love me the way I wanted to be loved. Luca had made sure I was his forever and even he couldn’t make me smile inside. My heart had died a long time ago and I didn’t think that anyone could jump start that cold empty hole in my chest.

I untucked his shirt, the buttons done and slipped my hands inside, exalting in the feel of his soft, warm flesh. I gathered him to me and our mouths meshed, his tongue filling me as tiny moans escaped. I scrabbled at his back wanting more. He growled my name and his cock thrust up against me. I had waited long enough and I needed him inside me. My panties were soaked, my pussy was aching and all I could think about was how it would feel as he fucked me against this cold, hard door. I held his gaze, our eyes locked together. His baby blues burned into my soul, hungry, accusing, desperate and I slowly unzipped his flies, my fingers sliding into his suit trousers. My breath hitched as I felt him, so hard for me.

“I need you baby,” I murmured. “Please?”

Mickey didn’t need to be asked twice. With a flick of his wrist my panties were gone and lifting me up with one arm he freed himself from his trousers and shorts. I felt his warm naked flesh before I saw it, pressed hard into my crotch, but then I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick shaft pressing against my wet opening. I stretched my thighs wider and he buried himself to the hilt, a guttural moan muffled by my shoulder before he thrust over and over, his hands gripping me tightly. I mewled with desire, biting his neck as his dick impaled me against the door. He took away my numbness, filled me with hope and for a moment I loved him. I gasped his name, my fingers curling against him, the pure elation of the moment making me high. I could hear the other girls inside giggling and chattering as they got ready to go on and I prayed that none of them would try to come outside for a smoke.