A/N: All recognizable characters and elements in this story belong to their creators. This was written as a smut piece for my RP partner, amightyfinepredicament. With whom I shall meet Terrance Zdunich and Darren Lynn Bousman on Friday!
Title: Oral Fixation
Rating: M (Sex)
Summary: She'd been doing this long enough to know how to drive him wild...
Amber knelt before GraveRobber, sliding her tongue up and down his shaft, growing him gasping inch by gasping inch. The gravel dug into her knees, ripping her tights and leaving marks she could feel. Above her, she could feel him, too, rocking steadily. His pulse jumped. Up-down-tickticktick. Erratic. He was building towards orgasm. Quickly, not as steadily as he pretended. She'd been doing this long enough to know how to drive him wild.
It was always like this in the back alleyways. Their little arrangement had always suited Amber well. Tonight was no exception. After she made him feel total bliss with every lick, every nibble, every pull of her lips - he would make her feel nothing at all with the heady glow hanging from his belt. A trade-off that suited the pair perfectly in a world where feeling and not feeling were equally hot commodities.
She turned her attentions to the head of his cock, brushing him feather-light with her lips and then, slowly, greedily taking him into her mouth. Further and further until he began to pound at her skull, desperate for release and then-
He groaned loudly and she could feel him sliding down her throat. She choked him down and a shiver passed through her body. Maybe his shiver, maybe her own.
By the time he'd pulled out and was doing up his pants, the glow rushed through Amber's veins.
A pleasure doing business with you, she murmured as she fell back onto the gravel, as if it were soft as down.
Nah, Sweet, he said, standing over her in sweaty triumph. The pleasure was all mine.