6. Chapter 6 The Haul #3
Her hands were already at my belt, working the buckle with quick, practiced fingers. She yanked the leather free, shoved my trousers down just enough, and pulled me out. I was already hard from the kiss, and the sudden cool air on my skin made me suck in a breath.
“What the hell are you doing?” I said, glancing around the alleyway for onlookers. “I’m not complaining, but what the hell?”
“Shh, you talk too much,” she murmured back.
Liv didn’t waste time. She wrapped one hand around the base and took me into her mouth in one smooth motion, lips sealing tight, tongue pressing flat along the underside as she sank down.
The heat of her mouth was immediate and wet and perfect.
Her rabbit ears stayed flat against her head as she began to work me.
She sucked hard on the upstroke, cheeks hollowing, then pushed forward again until the head nudged the back of her throat.
A soft, wet sound escaped around me every time she took me deep.
Her free hand braced against my hip for leverage while the other stroked what she couldn’t fit, twisting lightly on every pull.
I braced one hand against the wall behind me and the other settled in her hair, not pushing, just holding.
The crates blocked the street. Footsteps passed a few times, voices drifting by, but no one looked into the shadowed gap.
Liv didn’t seem to care either way. She was focused, working me with the same steady intensity she’d shown in the dungeon earlier.
She pulled off with a soft pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the head for a second before she licked them away. Her eyes flicked up to mine, bright and half-lidded.
“You’ve come to terms with this, I see,” she murmured.
“Damn right.”
Then she took me back in, deeper this time, and started using her throat. The tight squeeze of it made my hips twitch. She hummed around me, the vibration traveling straight up my spine, and kept going, steady and hungry, like she’d decided this was the only thing that mattered until I finished.
I watched her. The way her lips stretched around me.
The wet shine on her chin. The small, involuntary twitch of her ears every time she took me all the way down and held there for a beat before pulling back.
She set a rhythm that was just short of punishing—slow enough that I felt every inch of the slide, hard enough that the suction made my thighs tense.
Her hand left my hip and slipped between her own legs under the short skirt she wore.
I heard the soft, wet sound of her fingers moving.
She was touching herself while she sucked me, and the knowledge of it made my cock throb against her tongue.
She moaned around me at the dual sensation, the sound muffled and needy, and the vibration nearly pulled the climax out of me right then.
I tightened my grip in her hair, just enough for her to feel it.
She responded by taking me deeper, throat working, nose almost brushing the skin at the base.
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes from the effort, but she didn’t pull away.
She stayed there, swallowing around the head, then eased back just enough to breathe before doing it again.
“Fuck, Liv…”
She hummed in answer and sped up. The wet sounds grew louder in the narrow alley.
Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto the stone between her knees.
Her fingers worked faster between her legs.
Her ears were completely flat now, pressed tight to her skull, and her free hand came back to stroke the base of my cock in time with her mouth.
I felt it building low and heavy. My hips started to move without my full permission, small thrusts into the heat of her throat. She took it. Encouraged it. Her eyes stayed locked on mine the whole time, dark and glassy with her own approaching release.
“I’m close,” I warned her, voice rough.
She didn’t pull off. Instead she pushed forward one more time, took me as deep as she could, and held there while her throat fluttered around me.
That was all it took. Pleasure punched through me in hard, pulsing waves.
I came straight down her throat, thick and hot, and she swallowed every pulse without choking, without pulling away.
Her own body shuddered a second later—soft, broken sounds vibrating around my cock as she came on her fingers while she finished me.
She stayed on her knees a few more moments, breathing hard through her nose, still gently sucking and licking as I softened.
Only when the last aftershock faded did she slowly pull off.
A thin string of saliva and cum connected her bottom lip to the head for a second before she broke it with her tongue and swallowed once more.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then looked up at me with a small, satisfied smile. Her ears slowly lifted again.
“Better,” she said, voice hoarse. “I needed that.”
“I had no clue how much I needed that. Fuck.”
I helped her to her feet. She leaned into me for a moment, forehead against my chest while we both caught our breath. I fixed my trousers. She straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair with quick, practical motions like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened in a public alley.
When she looked up again, her eyes were clear and warm.
“Come on,” she said. “Those arrows aren’t going to buy themselves.”
She took my hand and led me back out onto the side street like nothing had just happened.