He couldn't argue with that. We weren't what you'd call 'law-abiding' much of the time.These days, I put my computer science skills to use making apps to extract people's information, or hacking into systems when Mannix needed me to.
I didn't get blood on my hands, but they were far from clean.
"You don't think I'm virtuous?" He stepped closer to me until our chests touched. "I have courage, hope, temperance and justice. Some people would say I'm charitable. Once in a while I let someone die sooner than I planned, so they aren't suffering any longer.
"Saint Isaac of Dusk Bay," I teased. "I have no idea why you haven't been given a sainthood."
He tilted his head, "That has a ring to it. I might suggest that to Mannix. He never can say no to me."
"Ha! I have a feeling he'll say no to that.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Ice and Mannix were also lovers, but Mannix had no control over things like sainthoods. Not that I knew of anyway. If he did, he might give himself one. He was at least as qualified as Ice.
"I'll have to sweet talk him," Ice said it reasonably. "In the meantime…" He slipped his hands up the back of my shirt, working it up and over my head.
"I missed you while you were out."
"You miss me when I've been out of sight for two minutes," I pointed out, while he unhooked my bra.
"Very true." He slid my bra straps down my arms and let it drop to the floor. "I get withdrawal symptoms if I'm away from these for too long." He cupped my breasts, palming my nipples until they were hard.
"I missed this.” I rubbed the heel of my hand over his rapidly growing erection and gave it a squeeze.
"He misses you when he's not inside you." He wriggled his hips when I started to push his track pants down.
His cock sprang free, hard and proud, red with blood.
Ice gently pressed me down to the carpet beside the pile of boxes and hooked his fingers around the top of my shorts. With one pull, he had them and my panties down my legs and off my feet.
"Did you see people fucking at Flirt?" he asked.
"I did," I whispered. "I tried not to look, but…"
"But you couldn't help yourself?" He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. "There's nothing wrong with looking. Did watching them make you wet?"
"A little bit," I admitted. "Not as much as this." His touch never failed to set my body on fire, not even after all these years.
"Hmm, interesting." he said slowly. "Did you see anyone dancing?"
"Yeah," I said slowly.
His fingers were dangerously close to my clit. Without thinking, my legs dropped open, exposing my pussy to him.
"Was that how they made you feel?" he asked softly. "Like you wanted to open your legs and be watched? There's nothingto be ashamed of. It's perfectly natural. Yours is the most beautiful body I've ever seen. I bet anything they'd line up around the block to see you "
"I don't want to be seen by them," I said. "I only want to be seen by you." Him, Mannix and Ares.
"I don't want anyone else to see you either, but imagining them looking makes me hard." He circled my pussy with his knuckle. Careful to stay away from my clit. Teasing until my body was twisting and turning, trying to find his hand.
"Imagining you slowly taking off your clothes and throwing them on the stage. Gripping that pole with both of your hands and kneeling, opening yourself up so they can see everything. Them watching and getting hard. Wishing they could stick their cock into you. Knowing they can't touch you."
He slid his hand down my thigh. Across to the other one and up. Over my stomach. As if somehow he wasn't allowed to touch me either.
“Ice," I said softly. "Please."
"Should I make you dance for me?" he asked. "I might buy you some tassels and a bikini. One of those gold ones with a G-string. Or maybe silver."
I choked a laugh. "Tassels?"
