28. Knox
KNOX
“How exactly did you pay for that?” Anna asks quietly as the two of us make our way down the museum’s front steps, indicating the limo pulling up to the curb.
I give her a sideways look, and she slaps my arm.
Anna knows I don’t have any money, at least not at the moment.
My middleman, who will be buying the goods from the heist, won’t be available for another week, and even after I get paid, it’s not like I can put that money in my bank account or start buying anything with it.
We can’t risk raising any red flags, so as far as PCPD is concerned, I’m just a poor old pauper getting by via small wagers at the casino.
And that’s the lifestyle I’ll continue living for the time being.
“That’s not what I meant,” she says, glaring at me, but there’s no real anger behind it. “If the police look into anything, aren’t they going to find it suspicious that you paid for my limousine service before we ever met?”
“I didn’t pay for it. You did. At least, that’s what the records will tell them.” In actuality, I used my winnings from last week to buy a prepaid card with cash, so the purchase can’t be traced.
“You didn’t need to do this.”
“And not give you the limousine experience you deserve?” My little canary told me all about how she had this fantasy as a teenager of having sex in a limo, but the one she used for prom turned into a group outing at the last minute with three other couples in the car.
And the only sexual experience she had in a limousine after that was with her dickhead of an ex who fingered her in the backseat and somehow managed to make it painful.
That shit ends now.
When the vehicle rolls up front, I help her into the back, but before she can get too comfortable, I shut the door behind me and pin her to the elongated side bench. With her on her back, I’m able to pull the slit of her dress aside and draw the skirt of it away to give me access to her bare pussy.
She’s already soaking wet for me, and I waste no time drawing her to the edge of the bench so I can bury my face between her legs.
I pull apart her thighs, and fucking hell, how I’ve missed this—missed her —because I take a moment to appreciate the bare pussy exposed before me, inviting me in like it’s my own personal feast. And that’s exactly what I do.
I devour my canary as if I’m a starving man and her cunt is the sweetest dessert.
I’ve barely begun working my mouth when her fingers dig into the back of my hair and her thighs begin to clench, a surefire sign I’ve picked up on in the last two weeks that she’s already at the brink of an orgasm.
I can’t resist teasing her, letting up on the pressure from my fingers and the suction from my mouth. I focus my attention on lapping her up with my tongue instead, and she all but begins to writhe, desperate.
Anna must feel me smile against her, because she begins cursing, calling me some not-so-nice names.
I laugh. “I told you I’d make you pay for playing your little game on the dance floor back there. Doesn’t feel so good being teased now, does it?”
“Fucker!”
You’ve got that damn right. I plunge my tongue inside of her, giving her exactly what she needs.
Immediately, she begins rocking her hips in time to the rhythm I’ve set.
Her moans and whimpers become our soundtrack, those movements turning frantic until she’s all out bucking as she grinds that gorgeous cunt against my face and hand.
I thought it was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard hearing her moan my name back at the gala, but it’s nothing compared to now.
She’s gripping onto me for dear life as the orgasm hits, like she needs an anchor to keep her in this plane of existence.
And she all but chokes out my name on a cry.
If I was hard before, I’m goddamn titanium now.
Still, I can’t help but smile.
My canary doesn’t miss it either once she recovers. “What’s so funny?”
I shake my head. “It’s not ‘funny,’ but that right there was the whole reason any of this is even happening now.”
She looks back at me, clearly confused, and I can’t blame her.
“My friend said my name when we were in the car together.”
I can’t risk saying more, seeing as how I don’t know how soundproof that partition between us and the front seat is, but she picks up on my meaning just fine.
Of all things, she starts laughing. “I swear to God, I never heard that.”
Considering the gunshots and yelling going on, it’s not really surprising. And my little canary picked up on plenty of other details, but to hear my initial concern was completely unwarranted? Yeah, she’s not the only one laughing.
Fucking hell.
Taking the seat in the back, I pull her onto my lap and undo the clasp behind her neck so I can pull down the top of her dress, exposing those glorious tits. I knead and lick and work my mouth on them, earning me whimpers and moans as she grinds against me.
But she freezes when she hears and feels me draw the zipper of my pants down.
I look up to find her blushing . You would think after having sex in public that not much would embarrass you, especially if you’re behind closed doors, but it appears I’d be wrong.
“Hey.” I bring my hands up to her face, cupping her jaw so that she’ll look at me. “What is it?”
She bites her bottom lip but not in the teasing way I’ve become familiar with. She’s nervous.
“Did I do something?”
Anna’s quick to shake her head, and her face only reddens more. “No, you didn’t do anything… But neither have I. Not this , anyway.”
She looks down at the position we’re in, and I realize—
Holy shit.
We’ve had sex in her bed, in her shower, against the wall, on her bedroom floor, in every position she’s wanted to try…and she always prefers to be the submissive.
She’s never on top.
But—
“You’ve never done this with me , or you’ve never done this ever ?”
“Ever.” She immediately regrets her answer, pulling away from me, clearly embarrassed.
Fuck that.
I grip her hips, drawing her back to me and not letting up. “Is it because you don’t want to?”
Anna bites her bottom lip again, and it’s so fucking adorable. “No, it’s just…what if I’m bad at it?”
I don’t mean to laugh, but I do, and it just causes her to groan, covering her face with her hands.
“Hey.” I tug on her wrists, forcing them down enough so that I can look her in the eye.
When she sees that I’m still smiling, she just reddens all the more, but I don’t let go of her.
“Baby, there’s nothing you could do to my body that I wouldn’t welcome.
I can fucking guarantee you this isn’t something you’ll mess up. ”
It takes her a moment as she silently debates what to do, but feeling my hands on her seems to have a calming effect, because I continue moving my palms along her waist and she presses herself into my touch, like she needs more.
Eventually, she nods, and it takes everything in me not to scream “halle-fucking-lujah!” My dick doesn’t care that I’ve just been inside of her.
It aches with a pulse so hard that it hurts, craving, demanding to feel her pussy take every inch of me.
Slipping on a condom, I position Anna over me. She hesitates as she sinks down, the slightest millimeter taking what feels like an eternity.
“You’re not going to hurt me,” I have to remind her. “And I promise it won’t hurt you.”
“But I don’t know what I’m doing—”
I grip her just below her hips and thrust upward as I pull her down, and fuuuuuuuck.
Her hips reflectively meet the action, taking much more of me than I anticipated.
She cries out, but she sure as hell isn’t in pain.
Her inner walls contract around me, as if refusing to let me go.
Thank God it takes her a minute to adjust, because if she starts doing anything at all, I won’t be able to control myself.
I have to breathe through the sensations racing through me just to prevent coming on the spot.
Jesus fucking Christ.
The woman isn’t even moving, and I have to close my eyes because the image in front of me alone is enough to make me come. I’m only human, for fuck’s sake.
She grabs my shoulders to anchor herself as I set the rhythm, rolling her hips back and forth as she guides herself up and down. At first, it’s torturously slow, but every movement has her easing into it, her body relaxing under my hold, her confidence surging.
I go to reach for her clit, but she grabs both of my hands, pinning them at my sides.
She knows the effect she has on me right now, and she’s relishing it as her pace quickens. I’m no longer in control, unable to do more than meet Anna’s rhythm. I let my head fall back, stifling my groan.
Because I want to touch her.
I want to touch her so fucking bad.
When I try again, she tsks, slowing her pace to the point that it is painful, just in a different kind of way. My dick aches because I’m on the cusp of blowing it, and trying to keep my shit together long enough for Anna to find her release is becoming harder by the second.
I have to tell her that, and the admission leaves her grinning, any trace of her embarrassment long gone.
She brings my hands to her tits, and it’s clearly for both of our benefits. I love the feeling of her, and the stimulation I offer hits Anna in all the right ways.
Every roll of her hips leaves her sinking deeper and grinding her clit against me, and she just keeps going. Harder and harder, and faster and faster until I can’t fucking hold back.
My balls draw up, and, as if anticipating it, she squeezes around me, cementing both of us in place as we come together.
Fucking hell.
I don’t know if the partition between us and the front seat is soundproofed, but even if it is, I doubt it’s done any good.
I’ve never come so fucking hard in my life that I have stars dancing in my vision when I open my eyes, and Anna’s cry was loud enough that I’m pretty sure every person stopped at the intersection heard us.
She all but collapses into me, resting her head on my chest as her inner walls continue pulsing, clenching around me.
I could stay like this forever, inside of her, holding her, riding off of the high.
And I know when she lifts her head so that her eyes meet mine, I’m not the only one thinking it.
There isn’t a single ounce of trepidation there. She trusted me before she even knew what I looked like. She trusted me with her body and is currently trusting me with her future.
Because there’s no hitting the reset button. After tonight, there’s no going back. The dominos have begun falling. All we can do is pray that everything goes to plan.
But nothing’s ever that simple now, is it?