Thief of Mine (12 page)

Kit went over the glass case holding the replacement idol
and started working on the combination. He glanced quickly at Stella. She was
chatting her head off. What a pro. After this was finished he would give her a
job. She already had his heart.

Stella looked over the guards shoulder at Kit. He was
working away as she was babbling away. She knew the guard was being polite, but
he was not interested in what she was saying. If she watched sport she would
have said something of a sporting nature but as it was, all she knew about
sport was that people seemed to sweat and bleed a lot and for what?

Kit looked at Stella. He needed more time and he could tell
by the guard’s body language he was going to break off the conversation and
move away. Kit mimicked removing his shirt.

“You are kidding…” Stella muttered softly as she looked at
him.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” The guard started to turn in Kit’s
direction

Bloody hell, she was going to have to do it.

“Are you married?”

“No.”

“Oh really?” Stella ran her hand down the buttoned front of
her magenta shirt. She slowly began to unbutton it. The guard’s eyes were
riveted on her actions. She had his interest now. His eyes started to bug out
as the fabric edges parted to expose her lacy, white bra underneath.” She
quickly cut her eyes to look at Kit. He was still working on the lock. Damn.
Stella slid her shirt off. Kit freed the lid of the display case. Stella took a
deep breath and undid her bra freeing her breasts.

“Oh man.” The security guard looked down at the exposed
flesh and then quickly around him. On seeing no one he pushed Stella into an
alcove and grabbed her breasts,

Uh-oh, strange man with his hands on her breasts. This wasn’t
the plan. She tried to push him away without causing a scene. She couldn’t
think of a lie to explain why she was willingly topless in a museum tempting a
guard from his duty.

“Oh baby, I’m going to suck you ‘til you scream.”

Just as the man’s mouth descended Kit yelled out.

“I told you to stop stripping in front of strange men,
darling.”

Saved by the thief. The guard shot off her like he had been
electrocuted.

“Come with me,” Kit grabbed Stella’s arm and moved her away
from the man. “I’m sorry about this sir. She does it all the time.” Kit could
see the man was clearly aroused. Hell, Kit was aroused. The thought of taking
Stella in the museum right now was number one in his mind.

“Well that was truly embarrassing.” Yet weirdly exciting,
she had to admit to herself. She stopped and picked up her shirt and bra from
the ground. While the man’s hands on her breasts were not unpleasant, they just
weren’t Kit’s. “I need to stop and dress.” Where was Kit taking all in her
topless state?

“You’re a hell of a woman, Rowallan.” Kit moved down the
corridor, fondling her bouncing breasts as he went. He needed to find a place
to fuck her now. His cock was hard as steel and demanding action.

“You were turned on by that?” His fingers tugging in her
nipple were certainly increasing the pool of moisture between her legs.

“Yeah I was.” He stopped, leant down and licked one of her
nipples. Stella moaned out loud. “I want you.”

Stella pulled Kit’s head to his breasts and urged him to
suck her.

“Here? Now? Where?” Forget modesty and pretence. She wanted
him.

Kit took his mouth off one of her pink wet nipples with a
pop, making it bounce. He looked around him. He saw the sign for the ladies
rest room. “Come on, princess.” He spied a male cleaner nearby. “I’ll give you
a hundred dollars cash to close the restroom down now.”

The male, forty-year-old cleaner locked eyes on Stella’s
swollen naked breasts.

“You want a place to fuck her?”

“Well?” At that moment, Kit would happily give a thousand
dollars to be wet, hot and tight inside Stella for five minutes.

The man’s eyes remained on Stella’s breasts.

“No money, man, I just want to watch.”

The thought of someone watching them made Stella hotter than
she could imagine possible. She licked her lips and looked at Kit.

Kit looked at her and smiled. She was turned on. Kit didn’t
care who watched him.

“Do you want him to watch as I fuck you, princess?” He
caressed her breasts softly.

Stella licked her lips in thought. She should say no and be
ashamed for even thinking of the possibility of another watching them. It was
not right. A good girl would say no and be appalled that man would even ask
her. It was immoral and wrong. But the overwhelming urge to be bad and have red
hot sex with Kit in front of a stranger was overwhelming.

“Yes…” Stella hissed softly, her eyes locked with Kit’s.

Kit pulled her close and kissed her thoroughly. He would
have done anything for Stella at that moment.

The cleaner excitedly grabbed a nearby yellow safety cone
and pushed open the door to the ladies room.

“She’s got to be completely naked.” He pushed his trolley
inside.

“Done, “Kit told the man. “This is going to be good,
princess.” He pushed Stella into the ladies room. The sign went up and all
three people were inside the generic white tiled bathroom.

“You heard the man. He wants you naked, and so do I.”

There was so much that was morally wrong about this but so
much that was carnally right. Stella unbuckled her jeans and slid them to the
floor. The two men watching drank in the pale beauty of her legs.

“I want her underwear,” the man said hoarsely his attention
riveted to the red scrap of lace between her legs.

“Give it to him.” Kit watched as Stella kicked off her shoes
and slid out of her panties. She bent down to remove them.

Stella walked over to the man and handed the scrap of lace
to him. She felt wild and out of control but she did not care.

“I want her to touch herself.” The man ordered his voice
hoarse.

Stella felt like she was going to explode. This was one of
the most erotic things she had ever done. She was under the control and orders
of two men. It was like one of her fantasies coming to life. She wanted to be
out of control and being told what to do. Stella looked at Kit. She could see
the definite bulge in his trousers. She wanted him to order her to do it. She
would do anything for him at that moment.

Kit sensed that Stella wanted to be under anyone’s control
but her own. The thought of ordering her to be bad made his cock harder than he
thought it possible be.

“Touch that sweet clit of yours, princess. We want to see
how much pleasure you can give yourself. Let yourself go.”

Stella looked at both men. Their attention was riveted on
her. She felt powerful. She put her hands to her breasts and started massaging
them slowly, pushing them together and tugging on the nipples, imagining Kit
sucking them until she was ready to give him anything he wanted. She ran her
hands over her rib cage and down the soft swell of her stomach. The idea of
touching herself so intimately in front of two men made her feel hot and
reckless, and she liked it. She spread her legs wide, knowing the men were
devouring her every move. Stella slid three fingers into the folds of her pussy
and began slowly rubbing her clit. She knew exactly how to pleasure herself
until she came. Just the knowledge that two men watched her so intently made
her want to come then and there. She moaned softly and threw her head back. She
was already so wet and slippery that it was no effort at all to slide her
fingers into her vagina, imagining the hard, intense pressure of Kit’s penis
thrusting inside her. Stella bent her knees and pushed her butt back as she
sank her fingers in and out of her dripping core. She panted softly as waves of
pleasure started to overcome her. She had never orgasmed so quickly under her
own hand before.

“Oh man. She’s a goddess.” The cleaner howled in excitement
as Stella continued pleasuring herself.

Kit had never seen a more erotic sight in his life than
Stella making herself come in front of him and he wanted to be inside her when
she came screaming. He walked over and slowly removed her fingers, raising then
to his mouth and kissing them. Her eyes were glazed with passion and he knew no
force on earth could stop him taking her then and there. He kissed her lips
hard and passionately as his hands molded her breasts.

Stella wanted Kit. Giving herself pleasure was only a
substitute for the real thing. She reached down and unzipped Kit’s trousers,
freeing his impatient, rock hard cock. This was what she wanted inside her. She
ran her hand up and down the length of it in a gentle milking action.

The cleaner groaned at her hand pumping away on the other
man’s cock. He wished it was him.

“How are you going to do her?”

“How do you want me to do her?” Kit felt Stella stiffen at
his words. A complete stranger was making the rules and he knew it excited
Stella beyond all imagining. Kit was so turned on he didn’t care what happened
as long as he could be inside this woman he loved.

Stella looked at Kit, awaiting the man’s response. If they
stopped now she would curl up and die.

“Do her on her hands and knees.” The cleaner reached into
his trolley and pulled out a towel which he spread on the ground. “I don’t want
the lady to be uncomfortable.”

Stella smiled wickedly at both men. It was kind of funny
that they wanted her all hot, naked and depraved as long as she was
comfortable.

“Condom.” Stella held her hand out to Kit. She wanted to be
fucked now.

Kit felt around in his pocket and swore.

“Frig! I don’t have one.”

“I do, man!” The cleaner reaching into his bulging pants and
pulled out a small foil packet and handed to Stella.

Stella leaned in and kissed the man’s cheek. The man groaned
at such a simple action. He grabbed his crotch in response. Stella smiled at
his reaction. He may be making the rules but he was just a man who could easily
be brought to his knees by the thought of sex. She opened the packet and
removed the condom.

“It’s black.” And wickedly ribbed—not that Kit needed any
extra help, but those ribs looked awfully thick and stimulating. She turned to
the man “You’re not black.” What was the point of a black condom if you were
white? She looked down at Kit’s tumescent cock. It would be interesting it
seeing it all black though. Maybe there was a point after all. And those ribs…

“The ladies like ‘em black.”

Stella didn’t want to imagine him and the “ladies”. She just
wanted Kit inside her, black, white or whatever. She grabbed his cock and
rolled on the ribbed condom.
Oh my. There was something to be said about
black and it wasn’t always slimming
.

“You heard the man, get on the floor,” Kit said as he watched
Stella drop gracefully to the ground at his command. He groaned as she
positioned herself on her hands and knees and pushed her ass up invitingly at
him. She looked so damned hot and tempting. With that rounded ass in the air,
there was no way Kit was going to pay any attention to anything but that. He
dropped his trousers, ignoring the cleaner and positioned himself on his knees
behind Stella’s plump ass.

“Please Kit. I’m so hot. I want you now.” She didn’t care
who heard or saw her she just wanted action. She was so hot and achy she was
going to explode if he didn’t slide inside her that very minute.

“Do you want me to fuck you hard or slow, princess?”

“Fuck me hard, fuck me now.” As Kit slammed hard into her,
Stella shrieked and the man howled in delight, unzipping himself.

Kit thrust in and out of her vagina several times in long,
hard strokes then withdrew suddenly. He heard Stella whimper in protest. Kit
looked down at his rubber covered cock. It was wet from Stella’s juices. Kit
smiled. It was time to try something different with his lady. He prodded the
cleft of her ass with his lubricated cock.

“Kit?” Stella panted questioningly as she felt his hands
spread the cheeks of her backside. He wouldn’t would he? The thought of it made
her moan with longing. Any way this man was inside her was good as long he was
inside touching the core of her.

Kit eased past the ring of muscles then thrust hard into the
virgin territory of her hot ass, his testicles slapping into her soft skin.

The feel of Kit’s cock hard and full inside her ass was a
shock. Never in her life had Stella been taken in the ass. It felt so primal
and wild and just damn good. She felt Kit wrap one arm around her waist as his
other hand slipped between the folds of her pussy and massaged her clit before
his fingers slid into her vagina. Stella had never felt anything as intense. It
was like being fucked from every angle. Her breasts swung back and forth under
her as Kit rode her at a wild pace. She started screaming as the orgasm hit
her.

“Oh man!” the cleaner grunted as he came in his own hand. He
was so glad he had taken this shift.

Kit continued pounding into her until he came with a furious
spasm that rocked his body.

“I love you.”

“Oh Kit…” Stella dropped to the ground as Kit pulled out of
her ass. She had never felt so sated in her life.

“Hey you two can come here any time. You guys are a hot
couple.”

Kit pulled Stella to her feet and kissed her tenderly.

“You hear that? We’re a hot couple.”

Chapter Nine

“This is the idol!” Stella could not believe her eyes. They
had been back at her home for only moments and the real Beldarq idol was in her
hands. And it wasn’t supposed to be. It was supposed to be at the Queensland
Museum with people pressing their noses against its nice, shiny glass case and
oohing and ahing over it. They had stuffed up big time.

“What?” Kit stiffened. He knew what was going to come next.
Stella was smart. It wouldn’t take her long to work it out.

Stella pulled the other idol out of the duffel bag and
compared both stones statues. She remembered what Kit had said about one
looking too perfect and the other not looking perfect enough. In one hand she
knew she held a fake and the other she was certain was the real idol. She
weighed them up thoughtfully. The perfect one wasn’t in the bag. That meant it
could only be in one place. The museum.