Page 30 of It Takes a Thief

Taking this as a tacit “yes,” I took a bite out of her dimpled knee. Sticking out my tongue-tip, I gave her the lightest of licks. Her skin was satiny, fresh from the shower. My fingers gripped her thighs like giant spiders, indenting her flesh. Her hand looked about to drop the phone, although I could still hear the cheery dirt worshipper yammering away. I was glad I couldn’t hear what he said. I no longer considered him a threat.

“Do you want this, mija?” I asked.

She nodded.

I grinned what I knew was a sly and sexy grin. Or so I’d been told. “I want you to want it.” What I wanted was for her to speak aloud, to let that hick from the sticks know she had a real man between her legs. “Tell me you want it.”

Without hesitation, she said, “I want it.”

“Louder. I want to be sure.”

“I want it!”

This time, her face had a frantic cast, and I knew I’d hit my mark. I dove right in, sucking and biting a path to her pussy.

“Oh!” she cried. Her legs shot out straight and her hands came up to clutch my skull. The phone thudded to the carpet and I could hear the dork saying,

“Madison? You said you want it? I don’t know why anyone would want to share a bunk bed with two other people. Madison? Madison?”

Stretching aside the thin strip of satin, I touched my tongue to her clit that peeked out between two plump lips. I breathed on her mons. I fingered the lips together, smashing the bulging clit between them. Maddy sighed like the wind through a sail, her panting accelerating. I brought her higher and higher by just rubbing my fingers together like I was sprinkling weed into joint papers.

I was fairly good at that, and I could sit back on my heels and watch her eyeballs roll up into her head. Her Adam’s apple bobbed as though she were trying to swallow. Her little sighs became higher in register until she practically squeaked.

“Madison?” I’d forgotten the phone was lying right there. “Well, I guess you fell asleep. What’s this Magic Fingers box by the bed? Says it’ll carry me into the land of tingling, relaxation, and ease. Hm. It’s only a quarter.”

“Ford!” Maddy shrieked. Her fingertips dug into my brain, and I knew from experience it was time to dive in for the kill. “God fucking damn it! You know what I want!”

Oh yes, I did. I bent back over her, releasing the pressure on my fingers enough to allow my tongue to slide into the sheath I’d made.

A direct hit. Her train a-comin’ whine went off the falsetto scale. I’d primed her so well I only had to waggle my tongue up and down a few times to set her off. And man, did she go off.

Her thighs clamped around my face like a coiled spring. She wrenched handfuls of my hair till I heard some strands snap. But I didn’t let up.

I knew that woman could come for a good forty-five seconds, a minute, even longer. She’d described the rolls, like ocean waves, one coming after the other, contracting her uterus, her vaginal canal. I’d felt it clutch my prick when deep inside her, sucking each spurt of jizz from me.

Fact, she squirted now, sweet little drops of lady jizz right against the flat of my tongue. I lapped, knowing she was cresting, riding the waves high. She was holding her breath now, absolutely stone still like a statue in that no-man’s-land of orgasmic bliss, gushers of oxytocin racing down her spine.

And I knew when to slow down. The contractions were fewer and farther between now, and soon it’d be almost painful for me to keep licking. Now she breathed again—or started hiccupping, rather. Her shorts, spasmodic breaths jolted my chest, and I drew back, probably almost as satisfied as her.

I wiped my mouth on my forearm and grinned at my old lady. She was a sight all splayed back in her vanity chair like that, a total drunk sailor, her pussy revealed like a sea urchin. Just to razz her, I kneeled and kissed her mouth.

That got her attention. She batted me away. “Eyew, Ford! Gross!”

I sat back on my heels, each palm cupping one of her knees. “Not to me.”

Her forearm was flung over her face. She peeked at me. “Thank God. Are you going to the Policeman’s Ball tomorrow night?”

“You know it. You know I’ve got to schmooze with those pigs. And you love the lobster. You coming?”

Her grin was lopsided. “You mean just now?”

I laughed. “You know what I mean. Tomorrow at seven. Even Duji’s giving up his weekly Cranium game to attend. And I reckon Sabrina will be there with Charlie.” Charlie was her best friend’s husband. A carpenter, he was kind of a goon, but I was forced to socialize with him. I figured it was a tradeoff for all the socializing Maddy had to do on my behalf. Sabrina had actually just gotten a job as dispatcher at the P&E cop station.

“Yes. In fact, that’s why I came back from Chinle. The ball. Otherwise I would’ve just stayed. Didn’t figure anyone missed me.”

Oh, fuck me dry. “Mija. You wouldn’t believe the shitstorm of crap that’s been swirling around here.”

Her change of expression was monumental. Her mouth was set in a tight, grim purse. She straightened up in the chair, hiding her pussy from view, all very symbolic. “It’s always some shitstorm, Ford. I thought you agreed to help me win a cruise tomorrow and go on it with me. Not stick me with June or Sabrina like I always am.”