Page 71 of It Takes a Thief

When her inner pussy started clutching at my bursting dick, that’s when I lost it. Over the years, I’d trained my brain to take over when I started exploding in her. I’d mastered the art of diddling her while losing most of the rest of my brain. I’d forged new neural pathways, that’s how Maddy would describe it. She’d been very interested in the workings of the brain lately.

Her contractions rolled like a pulsating wave up and down my cock. She worked me like a pro, swiveling and lunging her hips, biting her lower lip. She always held her breath while coming, and for a second I was afraid she’d pass out. Her little navel bulged out and her boobs rippled with milk, she was so heavily pregnant. But the floodgates were open and that’s one thing I couldn’t stop, neural pathways or not. I erupted over and over, my spurts matching hers, and a little gusher of her juice did trickle down my forearm.

“Maddy,” I panted, my spine still arched in an ecstatic spasm. “Are you okay?”

She finally let out a whoosh of breath. “Ah! What?” She looked around dizzily. Her hand still gripped her tit. She looked like a gorgeous Grecian statue.

I shook her by the hips. “Was that okay for us to do that?”

She grinned lopsided. She was growing out her bangs and they fell adorably in her eyes. She blew them out with her captured breath. “Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck yeah that was okay.”

I tutored her. “More than okay.”

She nodded energetically. She willfully clenched her inner walls around my cock, making me gasp. She giggled like a little girl, and I slapped her on the hip. We could have remained locked together like that a long time, but a hubbub of voices was heading toward the sauna room.

“Shit!” Maddy jumped off me, reaching for her bra.

I raised myself on an elbow. “The door’s locked.”

“So what? It sounds like fucking Tobiah!”

I perked up my ears. “And Wolf Glaser.”

“Yeah, what’re they doing together lately? I thought they hated each other.”

I’d been wondering the same thing. I’d seen them walking practically arm in arm at a beer fest, practically wearing lederhosen while clutching their giant mugs of suds. I mean, Wolf literally had a hat on with a feather in it. He looked like the Pied Piper. It was unreal. Lytton told me that Tobiah was finding all kinds of reasons to go up to the Leaves of Grass plantation, for bookkeeping purposes I guessed. But one time Lytton rode up there unannounced. He claimed he saw Tobiah, Wolf, and Tracy all stumbling out of the one downstairs bedroom at the same time. Lytton claimed he saw Tobiah wearing one of those leather chest harnesses that don’t really serve a purpose before he pulled his turtleneck down over it. I thought Lytton was just making it up because he himself was into the bondage scene.

Maddy was almost completely dressed by the time they were jiggling the doorknob.

“It’s locked!” said the genius Tobiah.

“Shit!” said Tracy. “I wonder who’s in there? Lytton and June?”

Wolf said, “Santiago Slayer and a bunch of cheerleaders?”

Tobiah added, “The Hopi basketball team?”

“Shut up!” yelled Maddy, looking at me for permission to open the door. “It’s just us!”

“Oh my god!” trilled Tracy. “Maddy, is it all right… for you to ‘be’ in there?”

Maddy laughed. “It was pretty darned all right, for sure. Okay. Come on in. All of you.”

I had just pulled my muscle shirt down over my head and was smoothing it out. “How many of you are there?” I strained to see, because it looked like more darkened silhouettes crowding down the hallway.

Tracy looked over her shoulder. “Oh shit, it’s a pack. Get in here. Lock the door.”

It was too late. Galileo burst forth from the crowd, which wasn’t hard, as he towered even over basketball players. He entered the sauna with a mystified look, and Wolf Glaser slammed the door behind him.

“What’s going on in here?” he asked, like a concerned parent. I realized that Galileo was probably a virgin, a thirty-year-old virgin. He was such a hit with the ladies—and with everyone in general—that it was only a matter of time before that status changed. He now added, “bros.” He’d been calling everyone “bro” lately.

“Well, that’s different,” said Tobiah. “I’ve never been anyone’s bro until now. I sort of like it.”

Galileo still looked incredibly out of place in his button-down shirt and khaki pants. “Is this a white man’s version of a sweat lodge? Maddy and I went in a sweat lodge once.”

“Are you serious?” I asked. “You did that, Maddy? You never told me.”

“Oh,” she said offhandedly. “You were never into native stuff before. You call it ‘native junk.’”