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up and grazed her nipple through the warm metal of her dress. She stiffened, then whimpered softly against the side of my neck. The sound nearly undid me: I began to rub against her hand, fighting to stay quiet as people chatted and laughed barely twenty feet away from us.

Suri licked my ear, dexterously unlacing my fly. “Shhh. Relax, ninja boy.”

I let out a startled, muffled yip as she slid her hand into my clothing. “You’re nuts!”

“And you’re hard.” She chuckled softly, and began to discreetly, carefully stroke, watching over my shoulder for anyone who might come up on us from behind. I began to gently roll her nipple between my fingers. She gasped and clenched her thighs together, I ducked my head under the cover of our cloak and used my tongue and lips instead.

“Yeah… that’s good.” Suri’s hand shook a little, but she didn’t break stride, pumping slowly as I suckled one nipple, then the other to hardness. She dropped her head down, panting, stifling back the moans that strained her throat.

“Think you can be quiet?” I whispered.

She nodded, swallowing hard.

I jerked my head back when I heard tottering drunken footsteps approaching. I casually hooked Suri’s dress back up over her breast and pressed her body in against mine, making sure neither of us were exposed as someone passed into the darkness barely ten feet from where we stood. They turned into one of the apartments, flinging open the door and staggering in.

As soon as the coast was clear, I jerked the neckline of Suri’s dress back down, and got to work with my mouth: circling her nipple with my tongue, and tugging on the other with my fingertips as she discreetly worked her magic under the cover of her skirt. As we heated up, I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking, and neither could she... and when she hiked her dress up and pressed me in against the unseen wetness beneath, I nearly lost it.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice high and breathy with pleasure. “Please.”

Glasses were clinking together behind us, voices getting louder, but my body was thrumming. As she pressed her neck against my teeth, I bit down and thrust into the warm heat, but the angle was all wrong. I could feel the entrance to her body, rubbing and kissing the head of my cock each time we discreetly pushed against one another, but I couldn’t slip inside.

Her breathing grew both harsher and sweeter as she picked up speed, reaching down to grind her against me and gasping as the points of my fangs broke skin. I bit down harder, and the tension left her body in a shuddering wave of ecstasy. She came in near-silence, clutching my back and gasping softly beside my ear.

There was only a little blood, but the taste was enough to drive me into a frenzy. I was so painfully, frustratingly close. I felt like I’d go crazy: all I wanted to do was turn her around, push her against the wall, and fuck her. Frustrated, I pulled my nails down across her breast, earning another stifled gasp, and thrust between the palm of her hand and her soft, swollen lips as my pleasure built. I had to let go of her neck, pushing back against the wall as the strongest but most frustrating orgasm I’d ever had tore free from the root of my spine and pushed out like a shockwave.

“Fuck!” I growled, and banged my fist back against the pillar wall. My heart was hammering, and I hung onto my self-control by a thread. All I could think of was tearing her dress off, pinning her down on the ground, and fucking her until she was a puddle on the flagstones. I wanted to feel her clench down around me. I wanted to hook her leg over my shoulder, and hear her moan and scream my name.

Suri laughed drunkenly against the side of my neck, back arching underneath my hand. The motion thrust my cock - still mostly hard - between her slick thighs, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

“I’d say we go in for round two, but that might be pushing it.” she whispered. It put her neck close to my nose, and I realized she was still bleeding. I hadn’t bitten her that hard… but hard enough.

“I think it might.” Breathing hard, I backed my hips up and adjusted her underwear and dress back into place, then fumbled with my own clothing. The thrumming drive to fuck was still there, a vibration in my bones. I was amped up, frustrated despite the orgasm, and starving hungry. All I could think about was sex, and food, and moving as fast as possible. Running, yeah… running sounded good. I had a mad, random desire to chase her.

“Race you to the market,” I said, backing up from her. “Speaking of Round Two.”

Suri let out a little laugh of disbelief. “Are you serious? I’m not running anywhere. We stuffed ourselves… did you burn all those calories off already?”

I blinked, and laid a hand on my stomach. It was true that I’d only just eaten – and yet when I checked my sheet, my food meter was almost back down to half.

“Uhh… yeah. I guess we shouldn’t eat anything else before we fly.” I shook my head. It felt fuzzy, hazy. Every time I blinked, I felt my heart stutter and my nerves jump. In the shadow of the apartment, Suri looked more than alluring. I had a mad urge to push her into a run, chase her, and… take her to the ground?

I rubbed my eyes, frowned, and shook my head.

Suri leaned in. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Dolphin cheese might be trying to come back up.” I forced a smile. “Like every man ever, I’m feeling that Exhaustion debuff after the big event. Don’t worry about me.”

“I will and I am.” Suri took my hand, kissed the back of it, and then pulled me off. “Come on, lover.

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