She’s so fucking perfect, so beautiful. Blue checks all my damn boxes in what I would want in a woman and I don’t even know her real fucking name. Bold and confident yet completely submissive when she needs to be. She is so damn sexy and the way she responded to all three of us? Fuck, in another life, another place, I’d do everything in my power to keep her. She’s not mine though and I can’t keep her. I can’t drag her into the con, the heist we just did. She doesn’t deserve that. She’s an innocent bystander who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’ll take what she offered willingly for this night but after that…we’ll never see this perfect woman again. But I’ll never forget her.
A feeling of possessiveness washes over me. I need to have her for myself for the little time we have left so I scoop her up from my brother’s lap and carry her bridal style out of the room to the kitchen. I need to be the one to give her the aftercareshe deserves for the gift she just gave us. I snag a kitchen towel from the oven handle and spread it on the island counter, gently setting her down on it. Her body is loose and soft as she lets me move her where I want her, still riding the bliss of pleasure we just gave to each other.
I untie her wrists and bring them forward so I can rub them and then her arms to help ease the strain. She makes the cutest little mewling noises and I can’t help but smile. Fucking perfect. I want to see her eyes, read her expression in this soft state she’s in.
“Stay put. Don’t move or you’ll fall.”
“Mhmm.”
That’s the only answer I get so I leave her there on the counter and move quickly to the dining room. I grab our masks, slide mine on, and toss the other two to my brother before moving back to her. She starts slightly when my hands land on her thighs but relaxes back again when I gently stroke them.
“I’m going to take your blindfold off now, Blue. Our masks are back on. You’ll be safe.”
Her lips tip up as she nods. As much as I like her sassy mouth, this softer version of Blue hits a different level with me. After what we all just shared, I doubt we need the masks but maybe that’s just my dick talking. My head knows better than to take such a chance.
I shake my head and reach to untie the silk, letting it drop to the side. Her pretty blue-green eyes are glassy and her makeup is smeared around them but it just makes her eyes that much more vivid. Her voice is soft as her gaze focuses on mine.
“Hi, Black.”
I smile.
“Hi, Blue. How are you feeling?”
She rolls her head on her neck, stretching her back and it makes those hot tits bounce. My fingers tighten on her thighs making her smirk a bit. Her eyes drop down and it’s like a hot brand against my skin as they trail over my naked form for the first time. My cock stirs and I shake my head again at how insatiable she makes me feel.
“Fuuuck, Black. You’re stacked. Sad now. I didn’t get to touch and taste all that yummy.” She tells me with a pout and my smile widens as some of that sass starts coming back.
I turn away as another pang of wishing to keep her flows through me so she won’t see it. I snag another towel, run it under warm water at the sink and then wipe it gently over her skin. I wash her face and arms before moving the towel across her chest and stomach. She lets out a soft hiss when I drag it down between her legs. Her pussy is swollen and pink.
“Sore, baby?” I ask as I pull her from the counter, wipe the lube from her bottom, and set her back down on it.
She nods slowly and gives me a small grin.
“Yes, but in a good way.”
I can’t peel my eyes from her perfectly swollen little cunt. It’s like it’s pouting for me to soothe it so I give in and do. I lean over, keeping my tongue soft and lap gently at her slit. Her breath gushes out and one of her hands slides into my hair. God, she tastes like heaven. I could eat this pussy every day and not get tired of it.
Her hips lift, searching for more but before I can dip deeper into her, a chime rings out from the beat-up laptop down the counter from us. My head lifts and I spear Blue with a look.
“What the fuck was that?”
She freezes and her eyes widen for the quickest moment before her body goes loose again and she shrugs one shoulder.
“Job notification. This gig’s almost up.”
I study her face, looking for a lie but she’s rock steady so I nod slowly.
“Another house-sitting job? Is that what you do full-time?”
She hesitates, like she doesn’t want to share her details with me but then shrugs again.
“Nah, I take what comes. Sometimes I do temp work too.”
“Around here? In this area?”
A shake of her head.
“Wherever the jobs are. I’m mobile. I’m hoping to head more south before the weather turns, though.”
