Sam bit his tongue and looked away from her, trying to take deep breaths and calm himself down. It did help him to think a little clearer, but unfortunately, now his thoughts were very clearly that he wanted to keep right on doing what she was doing. God, he wanted her to do so much more than that…wanted to do so much more to her. He dug his teeth even deeper into his tongue, but the thoughts only persisted, maybe even a little louder. He didn’t even so much as flinch when Sally pulled him closer to her. He practically came to her like an obedient pet…shit, maybe he was just a dog with a bone. A very different kind of bone. He looked over his shoulder and then back down at her, looking more than a little flustered. His face only got redder as Sally gave him a firm squeeze, a moan pushing through clenched teeth and making him forget any of his previous protests. He wasn’t gonna fight this. He didn’t want to.
“HMMmmm….someone might see us…” he replied, placing one hand against the cold brick of the wall to steady himself. He hadn’t seen a soul behind them, and it was eerily quiet out, and honestly, he couldn’t think of a good reason to care if someone saw. Still, even if he was more than happy to let Sally have her way he wasn’t about to make it too easy on her. A small smile crossed his face as he pushed himself more into her hands. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Don’t ya think…might scare off business if people think you’re screwing around with a member of the local mob?” he teased. “Ya think of that?”
There was no controlling herself now that she could feel what laid beneath the man’s trousers — hard and thick, ready to slip between Sally’s legs and have its way with her. It was time for his belt to go and the blonde dealer acted accordingly… hands shuffled and pulled at the blasted thing, unbuckling it with great skill acquired after what seemed like an eternity of having to fend for herself. The streets of Los Angeles were a dangerous place for a woman with no resources… luckily for them both, the junkie had one or two tricks hidden under her sleeve. “Druggies… they would push me out of the way and give you a fucking hand job themselves — if only to get their paws on my stuff.” Chuckling at her own joke, Sally arched her back and let her lips linger right above the tender skin of Sam’s jawline. “But we still can… go each other’s separate ways if you know what I mean. It’s not too late.”
Or was it? Goodness knew his flustered state had triggered hers, hence the woman’s way of offering herself to him like there was no tomorrow. The dark alley where they stood was as good a place as any — deserted and with only one way out. Though done outdoors, their little indiscretion couldn’t be considered public exposure until some unfortunate soul decided to take the wrong turn and catch them in the act. Not that she’d mind and judging by the smirk plastered on Sam’s face, nor would he. “You wanna touch, don’t you?” Following her question ( and with a purr rolling out of her painted lips ) Sally’s fingers adorned with many rings closed around the man’s wrist, to guide his hand and leave it hovering barely two inches away from her small breast that ached to be groped. “Or is it a kiss you’re after? Don’t let the ciggies fool you, baby… I sure taste like heaven.”