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I look around the old bank approvingly. It’s my kind of vibe. The high ceilings and mahogany walls suggest an elegance that modern banks just don’t have. I would have loved taking a crack at this bank back in its prime.
The safe is a classic as well—a vintage Hendrix-Reed vault that dominated banks for years, but were mostly phased out in the early nineties. I’ve never worked on one of these babies. I pull out an amplifier and flash Eli a grin.No need for his tech for this job.
Bending down, I twist the dial and listen for the little telltale sounds that signal the notches are lining up against the interlocking wheels inside the vault. I get the first number, then the second, miss the third, then go back and pick it up. One more number and I’ll have it. I miss it again and listen carefully—this time I get it. The safe is mine. I swing open the vault with a swagger, feeling a little like John Dillinger right now.
Eli follows me into the safe. Something is wrong here—it’s totally and completely empty. I turn to Eli, who, instead of looking as confused as I am right now, gives me a triumphant grin.
“Wait,” I say, grabbing his shoulders. “Did you know this safe was empty?”
“I did,” he admits, a smug-as-shit look on his face.
“But why?”
He shrugs. “Figured you’d like the old school challenge of cracking a Hendrix-Reed vault. It’s a little like taking you to an amusement park for thieves.”
I’m beginning to get what’s going on. And I like it.
I take a step closer. “Eli, is this a date?”
For a second his confidence falters, but then he takes a deep breath and a fire lights in his eyes. “Yes,” he says, “but it’s not the boring kind of date with dinner and a movie. It’s the kind of date two thieves go on together.”
I raise my eyebrow. “And what exactly kind of date is that?”
“The kind where we break into places and steal things.” He seems to be revving himself up. I watch impatiently for what he’ll say or do next. “And they do this.” He pushes me against the wall and tugs me down to meet his lips in a kiss.
I was already horny as hell watching Eli walk around in his sexy thief outfit, but add aggressive Eli to the mix, and I’m down for whatever he has planned.
I’ve been careful since we first got together. I’m way more experienced than he is, and I didn’t want to lead him into anything he wasn’t ready for. Then, after the night of he told me about his family, I didn’t want to take advantage of him while he was feeling fragile, so I focused on making him feel good.
Which was no hardship. I could watch Eli respond to my touch on a loop, and it wouldn’t get old. Each time after I’d make him come, I’d just go take a shower and replay what touching Eli had felt like and I’d explode against the shower tile in a minute or less.
But now, Eli obviously planned whatever this is, and I’m ready to let him take control. My cock throbs as my imagination takes over.
He pulls away from the kiss, a determined look on his face.Lord help me. I know firsthand what that man can achieve when he’s determined. His eyes fasten on my belt. Then, with only slightly shaky hands, he unbuckles it and then unbuttons my jeans.
My cock is more than willing to play and breaks free. Eli’s eyes go big as he takes its size and all of its hard-for-him glory. Slowly, he reaches out and, with his finger, collects a drop of precum off my tip and then puts his finger to his mouth for a taste.
The sight about undoes me.
But it’s the way his tongue flicks out to savor the taste that makes me moan.
Encouraged, Eli reaches out his hand and wraps it around me. Then he looks up, a proud grin on his face. I swear the devil lives in that grin. And in the way he begins to jack me. His focus is on me as if he’s recording each response to each flick of his wrist to see what gives me the most pleasure. He’s relentless, and just when I think I’m tapped out, he pulls a surprise move, falling to his knees and slipping me in his mouth.
Holy fuck.
Seeing Eli apple-cheeked because my cock is stuffing his mouth full causes my cock to pulse. Eli groans at the feeling of my cock against his tongue and slowly starts to move his hot, wet mouth up and down my shaft, all the while watching each reaction and then adjusting at each groan and response.
He discovers my hips jerk up when he goes fast, so he increases his pace. He researches each touch’s effect on me and when he discovers that my eyes nearly roll back in my head when he rolls my balls in his hand, and massages them relentlessly.
I’ve seen that look in his eyes before. That analytical, observant glare that is just so familiar. And then while he’s sending lightning bolts of pleasure through my cock after realizing I like my nipples pinched, I realize what he’s doing.
The little shit is hacking me.
I let out a laugh that is equal parts amusement and sobs of pleasure.
This experience with him is totally Eli, and because of that, it makes it better than any sex I’ve ever had. I can’t help but reach out and curl my hand in his soft hair, loving the touch of it under my fingers.
So focused on wringing out every pulse of pleasure from me, I don’t even think he realizes when he pauses to grasp my hand to him and drop a butterfly kiss on my palm before resuming his pace.
