Thief of Hearts
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I cried out, unable to contain the pleasure of how amazing he felt inside me. The fact that it was still bright out, that we were in the middle of a public park where anyone might happen by felt electric. I didn’t ever think I’d get off on exhibitionism, but with Stu I wanted things I never did before.
“You’re tight,” he breathed.
“You’re just big,” I countered, and he chuckled.
“I’ve never seen you look more beautiful, Andrea,” he said, his voice worshipful as his gaze turned dark, his next words erotically carnal. “Ride me.”
I didn’t break eye contact as I started to move my hips. Stu plucked one nipple, then the other, sending delicious bolts of pleasure through me. I was so wet, so turned on, that I felt like a different person. Someone wild and free.
“That’s it, faster, luv, you’re perfect, you feel perfect.”
Stu’s words spurred me on, and I started to realise he was quite adept at talking dirty. He gripped my hair, winding it around his fist and giving it a little pull. “Do you know how hard I’m gonna fuck you when I get you in my bed?” he whispered.
My only response was a whimper. He yanked on my hair again, harder this time.
“I’ll get you on all fours, spread you so fucking wide . . . don’t stop, keep moving, fuck me, Andrea. I’m yours. Jesus, your pussy was made for me. I’m close. Are you close?”
Sweat pebbled his forehead. I bounced on his lap, speeding my movements, feeling more and more confident the dirtier his words became.
“Bet nobody knows what a dirty little thing you are,” he continued hoarsely, his gaze turning unfocused. “This is all for me, yeah?”
His tight grip on my hair was the perfect edge to the pleasure of him filling me. The way he devoured me with his gaze made me feel beautiful and sexy and fierce.
Stu let go of my hair and reached for my clit. “There you are,” he murmured, such tenderness in his eyes. “There you are. Will you come for me, luv? I want to feel you come on my dick. Fuuuck.”
Stu rubbed circles into my clit, swearing profusely all the while. I knew he was seconds away from coming but he was holding back. He wanted us to peak together. As soon as he knew he had me, his cock twitched and he spilled inside me. My orgasm hit me fast and intense, and I couldn’t remember ever coming so hard. I felt boneless, falling into his arms as tremors encapsulated my body. We were both quiet, only the sounds of the radio and our heavy breathing filling the car.
Stu ran his hand up and down my back, his touch soothing. As I came down from my sex high, I startled and looked out the windows, scared I’d find some voyeur outside watching us. But there was no one. Stu had picked a wonderfully secluded spot, even if he didn’t predict exactly how far things were going escalate. I mean, neither had I, and I was kind of reeling from the fact that we’d just had sex. It was certainly spontaneous.
“You okay?” he asked and I nodded, my face buried in the crook of his neck. I never wanted to move. He chuckled. “Gonna take a little nap, are ya?”
I smiled. “Maybe.”
“One day I’ll fall sleep inside you, Andrea,” he whispered huskily. “Just not today.”
His words struck a chord, because really they should’ve terrified me. I barely knew the man, but he was inside me and it was amazing, and I loved the idea that sometime soon he wanted to be that intimate with me. With. Me. My heart felt alive.
I kissed him once on the collarbone then reached for my bra where it lay on the passenger seat. Stu went about buttoning up his shirt as I did up my blouse. Jamie’s wig had somehow found its way to the back seat. Gently, Stu lifted me off his lap and I climbed onto the passenger seat, fixing my underwear and skirt back into place.
I couldn’t believe we’d had sex.
I couldn’t believe we’d had sex in a car, in broad daylight.
Stu Cross definitely had an unprecedented effect on me. I’d never broken a single rule before I met him, never mind the actual law.
When we were done fixing ourselves, he cast me a sexy look as he pulled out of the park, biting his lower lip as he murmured, “Look at you. Christ, I could go again.”
I blushed. “Shut up.”
“Don’t get shy on me now, luv. You just stole my post-prison virginity cowgirl style.”
A surprised chuckle escaped me. “I don’t think you were ever a virgin, Stu.”
“Whatever. You’re sexy, Andrea. You should own it.”
I blushed and focused my attention out the window. When we arrived at my flat I expected him to stay in the car, but he didn’t. He followed me inside where Alfie was anxiously pacing around the kitchen, like he was waiting to hear whether or not he got the lead role in Joseph.
“Where have you been? I’ve been calling non-stop. I thought something awful happened.”
I stepped by him and went to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, knocking half of it back in one long gulp. Who knew car sex could make me so thirsty? Stu took the bottle from me, never breaking eye contact as he tipped it to his own lips and drained the rest.
I shivered.
“Wait, did something awful happen?” Alfie questioned, eyeing the two of us in concern. “Andie, what happened to your disguise?”
Well, crap.
Nineteen
My pulse raced, my eyes going wide as I fumbled for an explanation. I must’ve looked completely dishevelled. “The, um, the wig was making my scalp itch, so I took it off on the way back. And the contacts made my eyes too dry, so yeah, I took those out as well.” “Oh, right. Well, how did the meeting go? Did you pull it off?”
“Without a hitch,” said Stu, his gaze meeting mine for a second. I wouldn’t exactly say the experience was ‘hitch-free’, especially with how jealous he got when Renfield flirted with me. But I suppose it could be considered successful since the man believed us to be genuine. I almost felt guilty for conning him, but then I remembered all the stolen art he owned. He was hardly innocent.
My cousin was watching me closely and I could tell he was suspicious. Maybe my cheeks were still flushed, or perhaps I was displaying some other outward sign that I’d just had sex with Stu Cross. I. Just. Had. Sex. With. Stu. Cross. Incredible, exhilarating, spine-tingling sex.
Thankfully Stu’s phone started ringing and Alfie’s attention was drawn away from me.
“You’re tight,” he breathed.
“You’re just big,” I countered, and he chuckled.
“I’ve never seen you look more beautiful, Andrea,” he said, his voice worshipful as his gaze turned dark, his next words erotically carnal. “Ride me.”
I didn’t break eye contact as I started to move my hips. Stu plucked one nipple, then the other, sending delicious bolts of pleasure through me. I was so wet, so turned on, that I felt like a different person. Someone wild and free.
“That’s it, faster, luv, you’re perfect, you feel perfect.”
Stu’s words spurred me on, and I started to realise he was quite adept at talking dirty. He gripped my hair, winding it around his fist and giving it a little pull. “Do you know how hard I’m gonna fuck you when I get you in my bed?” he whispered.
My only response was a whimper. He yanked on my hair again, harder this time.
“I’ll get you on all fours, spread you so fucking wide . . . don’t stop, keep moving, fuck me, Andrea. I’m yours. Jesus, your pussy was made for me. I’m close. Are you close?”
Sweat pebbled his forehead. I bounced on his lap, speeding my movements, feeling more and more confident the dirtier his words became.
“Bet nobody knows what a dirty little thing you are,” he continued hoarsely, his gaze turning unfocused. “This is all for me, yeah?”
His tight grip on my hair was the perfect edge to the pleasure of him filling me. The way he devoured me with his gaze made me feel beautiful and sexy and fierce.
Stu let go of my hair and reached for my clit. “There you are,” he murmured, such tenderness in his eyes. “There you are. Will you come for me, luv? I want to feel you come on my dick. Fuuuck.”
Stu rubbed circles into my clit, swearing profusely all the while. I knew he was seconds away from coming but he was holding back. He wanted us to peak together. As soon as he knew he had me, his cock twitched and he spilled inside me. My orgasm hit me fast and intense, and I couldn’t remember ever coming so hard. I felt boneless, falling into his arms as tremors encapsulated my body. We were both quiet, only the sounds of the radio and our heavy breathing filling the car.
Stu ran his hand up and down my back, his touch soothing. As I came down from my sex high, I startled and looked out the windows, scared I’d find some voyeur outside watching us. But there was no one. Stu had picked a wonderfully secluded spot, even if he didn’t predict exactly how far things were going escalate. I mean, neither had I, and I was kind of reeling from the fact that we’d just had sex. It was certainly spontaneous.
“You okay?” he asked and I nodded, my face buried in the crook of his neck. I never wanted to move. He chuckled. “Gonna take a little nap, are ya?”
I smiled. “Maybe.”
“One day I’ll fall sleep inside you, Andrea,” he whispered huskily. “Just not today.”
His words struck a chord, because really they should’ve terrified me. I barely knew the man, but he was inside me and it was amazing, and I loved the idea that sometime soon he wanted to be that intimate with me. With. Me. My heart felt alive.
I kissed him once on the collarbone then reached for my bra where it lay on the passenger seat. Stu went about buttoning up his shirt as I did up my blouse. Jamie’s wig had somehow found its way to the back seat. Gently, Stu lifted me off his lap and I climbed onto the passenger seat, fixing my underwear and skirt back into place.
I couldn’t believe we’d had sex.
I couldn’t believe we’d had sex in a car, in broad daylight.
Stu Cross definitely had an unprecedented effect on me. I’d never broken a single rule before I met him, never mind the actual law.
When we were done fixing ourselves, he cast me a sexy look as he pulled out of the park, biting his lower lip as he murmured, “Look at you. Christ, I could go again.”
I blushed. “Shut up.”
“Don’t get shy on me now, luv. You just stole my post-prison virginity cowgirl style.”
A surprised chuckle escaped me. “I don’t think you were ever a virgin, Stu.”
“Whatever. You’re sexy, Andrea. You should own it.”
I blushed and focused my attention out the window. When we arrived at my flat I expected him to stay in the car, but he didn’t. He followed me inside where Alfie was anxiously pacing around the kitchen, like he was waiting to hear whether or not he got the lead role in Joseph.
“Where have you been? I’ve been calling non-stop. I thought something awful happened.”
I stepped by him and went to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, knocking half of it back in one long gulp. Who knew car sex could make me so thirsty? Stu took the bottle from me, never breaking eye contact as he tipped it to his own lips and drained the rest.
I shivered.
“Wait, did something awful happen?” Alfie questioned, eyeing the two of us in concern. “Andie, what happened to your disguise?”
Well, crap.
Nineteen
My pulse raced, my eyes going wide as I fumbled for an explanation. I must’ve looked completely dishevelled. “The, um, the wig was making my scalp itch, so I took it off on the way back. And the contacts made my eyes too dry, so yeah, I took those out as well.” “Oh, right. Well, how did the meeting go? Did you pull it off?”
“Without a hitch,” said Stu, his gaze meeting mine for a second. I wouldn’t exactly say the experience was ‘hitch-free’, especially with how jealous he got when Renfield flirted with me. But I suppose it could be considered successful since the man believed us to be genuine. I almost felt guilty for conning him, but then I remembered all the stolen art he owned. He was hardly innocent.
My cousin was watching me closely and I could tell he was suspicious. Maybe my cheeks were still flushed, or perhaps I was displaying some other outward sign that I’d just had sex with Stu Cross. I. Just. Had. Sex. With. Stu. Cross. Incredible, exhilarating, spine-tingling sex.
Thankfully Stu’s phone started ringing and Alfie’s attention was drawn away from me.
