Thrill Seeker

by Kristina Lloyd

I cupped his arse and gave his neck an appreciative kiss. ‘You’re the burglar-boss. If you reckon that’s good, I’m with you.’

  ‘Yeah?’ said Liam. ‘You’re not thinking of bailing any more?’ He turned more fully to me, hooking an arm around my waist and looking down with a cheeky grin.

  ‘Nope. All for one and one for all!’ I reached up to kiss him and pulled our groins close, stalling when a stiff length of metal dug against my thigh. I fondled it, momentarily perplexed, then laughed. ‘Liam Hamilton, is that a crowbar in your trousers or are you just pleased to see me?’

  ‘Pleased to see you,’ he replied, grinning. Playfully, he rolled his pelvis in a slow grind, clutching my buttocks. I responded with a similar action, tipping my lips in search of a kiss while feeling his cock stiffen against my belly.

  ‘Mmm,’ said Liam. ‘And when we’re done here, we can go back to yours and fuck each other’s brains out.’

  ‘Deal,’ I murmured, and I half-wished we were already in bed, safe, warm, naked and horny.

  ‘OK, wait here. Let me give it a shot.’ Liam withdrew the crowbar from his combats, flicked on a red-filtered torch and sidled behind the back of the bin. The beam of rosy light danced erratically across brickwork and chinks of grey sky. I stood there like a spare part, glancing anxiously back to Ship Lane then ahead to Liam’s progress. Metal scraped against concrete, a sound so loud in the alley’s silence that I braced myself for the screech of sirens and thud of law-enforcement boots. Nothing happened.

  ‘We’re in!’ Liam’s voice was a jubilant whisper. ‘Follow me!’

  I hurried after him, the crunch of twigs and glass underfoot popping like explosions. Liam held open a gap in the corrugated, makeshift gate and I squeezed in to join him on the other side. He bounced red torchlight over a weedy, rubble-strewn piece of land edging the walls of the theatre; the lower windows again blanked out by boards, the higher ones accessible if you were thirty foot tall.

  ‘Wow,’ I whispered. The sense we’d arrived in an unexplored zone made me light-headed and giddy. A small, uneasy part of me said we should return to safety but my adrenaline was pumping and I wanted to explore. Liam shone his torch over a tumble of old fridges in a far corner then higher to a window above.

  The dancing beam reminded me of all the tedious parking presentations I’d sat through at work with someone aiming a red laser pointer at a projected map. This was infinitely more exciting. As I followed the track of the beam I could guess at Liam’s thoughts. He was wondering if the fridge hillock was high and stable enough to be climbed. Then down to the lower windows. Were any of those boards loose? What was on the ground? Which part of the theatre was this? What was beyond that second barrier of corrugated steel at the end of this passageway? Let’s take a closer look at this window.

  Liam touched my hand, encouraging me to move forward with him. I trod softly, feeling we were walking across landmines. Liam’s stride was bolder but he was a bloke, he had a crowbar and could probably run twice as fast as me.

  We stood by a boarded-up window, Liam flashing his torch over the edges. The red beam caught a small scrawl of graffiti and Liam allowed the light to hover so we could read it.

  Our love will never die.

  I stifled a laugh. ‘Oh, jeez. This is creepy.’

  Liam spoke in a hoarse whisper. ‘I’m going to try and jemmy these boards off but it’ll be noisy. Ideally, I want to time it so we get covered by other noise. Need the pubs to empty or a massive lorry to go past.’

  We stood and listened, hearing only the faint purr of traffic, of gulls calling out, and then a distant shriek of female laughter.

  ‘We could be here all night,’ I said in a low voice.

  Liam switched off his torch, set down his crowbar and leaned against the wall. ‘Yeah, but let’s just wait a bit. If we attracted anyone’s attention on the way in, best to keep still a while before making another racket.’

  ‘I could go and kick a car,’ I said. ‘Set off an alarm. In fact, I could go along the street and kick loads of them.’

  Liam grinned. ‘Half an hour ago you were scared.’

  ‘Yeah, but now I’m unstoppable. I hope we manage to get inside.’

  ‘Did you bring your camera?’

  I patted the pocket of my gilet. ‘Yup.’

  We fell silent, listening. Liam removed a packet of tobacco from his pocket and rolled a cigarette.

  ‘How long should we wait?’ I asked.

  Liam lit his roll-up. ‘Let’s give it ten minutes,’ he murmured.

  ‘Oh, crikey, that’s ages,’ I complained. ‘Not sure I’ve got the patience for this.’

  ‘Well, try.’

  ‘Should I suck your cock?’

  Liam laughed, smoke spilling from his lips. ‘Nats!’

  I shrugged, grinning, and reached for his crotch. ‘It’ll pass the time.’

  Liam glanced about but I could tell he was interested. He dragged on his cigarette, the tip an amber glow in the dark. I rubbed, feeling him harden. ‘Well?’ I asked.

  ‘Yeah, OK,’ said Liam. ‘But on the proviso we stop if there’s a useful noise.’

  ‘What? Like the sound of you coming?’

  ‘You know what I mean.’

  ‘OK, promise.’ I unzipped him, scuffing the ground by his feet in an attempt to clear away debris. ‘This is sexy,’ I breathed. ‘Outside, in the dark. Not meant to be here.’ I popped open the button on his waistband and reached into the warmth of his open fly, feeling his shaft flex and swell behind the soft jersey cotton of his underwear.

  ‘Yeah, it’s good.’ A catch of lust roughened his whisper. He drew on his cigarette as I lowered myself to my knees. I lifted the tenting fabric of his boxers away from his erection, allowing his cock to spring up from his nest of ginger-brown curls. I licked the velvety, vein-snarled underside, tracing his bone-hard ridge with my tongue. Above me, Liam exhaled smoke.

  I sucked the smooth knob of his tip, nudging slowly down to mould my lips to the circlet of his foreskin. Liam pulled on his cigarette, its burn crackling faintly.

  It wasn’t intentional on his part, but Liam smoking in silence and without touching me suggested he was indifferent to the fact I was on my knees giving head. In reality, his attitude was circumstantial. He was keeping quiet because we were trespassing and he wasn’t touching me perhaps because he held a cigarette or was too on edge to be fully engaged with the situation. But the reasons didn’t matter. The implication of arrogance, ingratitude and disdain got me right in the groin.

  I was just a cocksucker, an obliging pair of lips, as insignificant as the cigarette he would toss to the floor and grind out beneath his boots. Lust thumped between my thighs. Being dehumanised and turned into a thing made me a creature suited only to sex. I grew wetter and wetter, picturing myself as an object Liam would discard, just like that cigarette.

  In the fog of my desire, I had a flash of appreciating the fantasy I conjured up mapped neatly on to Den’s termination of our relationship. Had he thought I’d find it hot to be genuinely cast aside? Couldn’t he understand my fantasies weren’t an appropriate template for a relationship? I wished I could put him from my mind but it was damn difficult. Even now, in the middle of a scary adventure with another man’s cock in my mouth, my thoughts returned to him. Still, at least I wasn’t obsessing about Baxter for a change.

  Above me, Liam groaned quietly, resting a hand on my head. His body jerked as he flicked his cigarette end to the ground. I came back to the moment, sucking hard on his shaft, remembering who he was and being grateful for his integrity and decency. He placed the fingertips of his other hand on my head. Slowly, I slid my lips as close to the root of him as I could manage. Liam groaned again and held my head steady, trying to keep me impaled on his length. I stayed deep then pulled back, gasping. In the pitch-black yard, my noises were worryingly loud.

  I teased his tip, slid halfway down, worked him a little with my hand then eased forward again to take the entirety of him. Tear
s pricked my eyes but the bulk of him nudging at the lock of my throat felt good. Just a little further. Liam gave a wheeze of bliss, winding his fingers in my curls.

  Then he tensed, he flinched, movements too fast for pleasure. ‘Nats!’

  The ground crunched to our right. And again. Footsteps approaching.

  Liam pushed at my head, shoving me off him. I turned to the sound, then screamed. My vision was filled with the white flash of a torch. The cops. We’d been rumbled.

  ‘Please,’ said a man’s voice from several yards away, ‘don’t stop on my account.’

  I squinted at the dazzle of the torch, shielding my eyes and panting in shock. No, the cops didn’t say stuff like that.

  ‘I’m enjoying the show,’ said the man. ‘Just wanted a better look.’ His footsteps crunched closer. ‘Go on, keep sucking. I want to see him come all over your face.’

  Thirteen

  I moved to stand while Liam battled to tuck away his fast-shrinking boner.

  ‘I said don’t get up,’ the voice warned, taking another step closer. ‘Don’t stop. Keep sucking that dick and I won’t turn you in to the authorities.’

  ‘Who the Hell are you?’ Liam asked softly.

  The voice flashed the light at Liam’s face. I could make out a stocky figure in army boots and a bulky jacket. ‘Security,’ he replied. ‘And yourself?’

  Still on my knees, I drew long quivering breaths, searching for my voice. I placed a hand on Liam’s thigh, wanting to remind him we were in this together.

  ‘Come on, mate,’ said Liam. ‘Give it a rest. We were just mucking about. No harm done.’

  ‘You broke into private property,’ said the man, ‘then you gave me a hard-on. So that’s two problems that need fixing. I’ll overlook the first if we can sort out the second.’

  I found my voice. ‘You are not touching me.’

  Liam placed a protective hand on my shoulder.

  ‘No intention of touching you.’ The voice dropped the torchlight back to my face. ‘But I don’t usually see something this interesting when I’m doing my rounds. So if you could just wrap your lips round that dick and keep at it till the money shot, I’ll forget this ever happened.’

  ‘Hey, listen,’ said Liam. ‘This is bang out of order, mate. We only –’

  ‘No, you listen to me, kid.’ The voice was distinctly nasty now. ‘Do what I fucking tell you. Stick your dick in her mouth, fuck it till she chokes then shoot your load over her face.’

  Liam’s body tensed. I pressed harder against his thigh, clutched his hip with my other hand. ‘Liam. Don’t. It’s OK.’

  ‘It is not fucking OK,’ said Liam through clenched teeth.

  Liam’s no fighter but I could imagine him making an angry lunge at the guy to protect me, and my honour. This arrogant little thug probably wouldn’t hesitate to knock Liam’s teeth out. We needed to tread carefully to avoid violence.

  I glanced around on the dark, messy ground by my knees. The crowbar lay at an angle, inches out of reach. Liam had the torch in his pocket. If only we had a couple of minutes together we could probably co-ordinate an escape plan. Without that we were divided, uncertain, and while we both wanted out, we had different priorities to consider. More than anything, I didn’t want to see Liam and the thug in a fist fight because Liam was bound to come off worse.

  Violence horrifies me. I feared our adversary wouldn’t punch a man once or twice and leave it there. He’d keep going. I could picture it already, Liam curled up on the ground being booted in the guts, the back, the head, his sweet, serene face turning to a pulp. Oh God, what to do? I was terrified Liam might attempt something foolish.

  ‘Liam,’ I said. ‘It’s no big deal. Let’s just do what he wants and leave.’

  ‘No way.’

  ‘Listen to your girl,’ said the man. ‘Go on. The little slut’s begging for it.’

  Liam lunged forward to attack. I slammed his hips against the wall. ‘Liam,’ I hissed. ‘Don’t be the fucking hero.’ I dropped my voice further. ‘Play along. I’ve got a plan.’

  After a few moments, Liam’s body relaxed. He looked down at me, frowning and doubtful. His copper curls gleamed in the beam of the torch, eerie shadows fluttering on his face as our thug examined us. Liam had every right to look doubtful. I didn’t have a plan. Or at least not one he’d approve of.

  I rubbed my palm against his half-open flies. ‘Trust me,’ I said, gazing up at him.

  The thug took a heavy step closer, lowering the aim of his torch to a less intrusive angle.

  Liam looked down at me, brows knitted. ‘If you’re trying to get me hard,’ he said quietly, ‘you’ve got a serious amount of work to do.’

  ‘Please, Liam,’ I said. ‘For me. Just relax. Go with it. Forget who’s watching.’

  ‘Not possible,’ muttered Liam but when I searched past his zipper, he twitched under my fingers, already lengthening in his underwear. I rubbed and fondled, not wanting to release him until he was fully hard. My hand was shaking with nerves, and I had to press and pummel to keep the quivers at bay. When Liam’s cock was straining against the jersey cotton, I freed him. His shaft sprang out, bold and bouncy. He cursed himself under his breath. I licked around his end and he made a noise closer to one I would make, an anguished moan of wanting and rejecting.

  In the corner of my eye, I saw our observer readjust his crotch. ‘That’s the way, kids,’ he said. ‘Glad you appreciate the favour. A cocksucking demo for your freedom.’ His footsteps crunched closer.

  I edged my mouth down Liam’s length, knowing he wasn’t likely to come because he rarely does from BJs. My mind was blank. All I could do was keep sucking, playing for time in the hope an answer would present itself or something would put a stop to this. But I didn’t like those encroaching footsteps. I hadn’t anticipated that.

  ‘’Cause, you know, it’s not a lot to ask, is it?’ the man continued. ‘Especially when she’s already on her knees. And is clearly a greedy, cocksucking cumslut.’

  Liam groaned, a sound that shocked me. I fought the impulse to jump up and thump the thug. I knew he was trying to antagonise us for kicks. But oh, that noise! Liam had groaned as if he couldn’t help but take pleasure from the man’s nasty, pornographic vocabulary. It wasn’t a noise intended to communicate as groans sometimes are. It wasn’t encouragement or affirmation. It was a noise of someone giving in, despite himself. I imagined Liam was already wishing he could suck the groan back.

  Glancing sideways, I saw our man casually rub his groin. I hated him and I imagined Liam would do likewise if he didn’t have my lips wrapped around his cock. Scary how your standards can slip when you’re lost to lust. But I wasn’t lost, not by a long shot. I was doing my damndest to think on my feet. Well, on my knees, to be precise. But I had no thoughts to act on, nothing that would help us. My mind was blocked by terror.

  Then to my horror, I heard and saw the security guard unzip. I cupped Liam’s balls, pulling harder and faster with my lips, wanting this to be over before our observer got carried away with ideas of joining in.

  ‘Ah, yes.’ Shamelessly, the man gripped his erection and began jerking off. He seemed as lost as Liam. No, much further gone. Too excited. ‘A double load of come on her face,’ he said, panting. ‘How about that?’ He shuffled quickly closer, hand pumping faster. ‘Show me your tits, sweetheart. Come on. Look what I’ve got for you. Another dick. Look at me.’

  Panic squeezed tighter, my heart banging behind my ribs. I kept sucking Liam, fighting my instinct to react. Think, think, think. Come on, Nats. Find a way out. Think!

  ‘I said look at me,’ the man repeated, his tone laced with threat. ‘And show me those fucking tits.’

  Another footstep.

  I withdrew from Liam and looked at the thug, glancing up from his cock to his face, an idea rapidly forming. In the dimness, I could make out a heavy-browed man with short, bristly hair, his mouth slack, his eyes locked on me. He appeared caught up in his own pleasure, fasc
inated by the scenario, watching us as if this were XTube, not life. I stole the advantage and began groaning heavily, rubbing my tits through my clothes while gasping in the direction of the guy’s cock. Liam grabbed his own cock but kept his hand motionless. He would, I hoped, sharpen up, recognise my act as porny insincerity and brace himself for action.

  To my relief, the thug seemed to believe in me. ‘That’s right. Come and get it,’ he taunted, waggling his erection.

  I groaned, lurching for him as if desperate for cock. I faked a clumsy tumble, dropped forward, swept my hand across the ground. When my fingers found the crowbar, I grabbed. Swinging with all my might, I brought the bar smashing onto the side of the guy’s knee. He yelped, legs buckling. Quick as a flash, Liam landed a swift right hook across his jaw, fist meeting face with a clean hard crack. The guy’s big, black boot came hurtling towards my shoulder, light glinting on his toecap. Still on the ground, I reeled then swung the crowbar at his leg, once, twice. I tried to stand, felt a rough hand in my armpit, heaving me to my feet. I rammed the crowbar upwards as I stood, not knowing where it would land. Our thug roared in pain and doubled over, clutching his groin. Lucky strike.

  Liam stooped to grab the guy’s fallen torch.

  ‘Leg it!’ he said.

  But I was already ahead of him, hurtling towards the corrugated gate, vowing never to return to the derelict theatre again.

  I first met Baxter Logan online. Not at FancyFree. On another site whose name I can no longer recall. As with Den, he had an articulate profile write-up but no accompanying photograph. He described himself as having a hardwired dominant streak and a high-pressure job. He was separated from his wife and currently not looking for anything more than friendship and sex.

  I had no photograph on my profile either. I was new to internet dating and still shy about revealing myself. And since the site was explicitly for kinky people, I was even more reluctant to be recognised. As part of my new policy of directing my sexuality, I’d stated I was interested in exploring my submissive side then had sat back, nervous and excited, unsure where this might lead.