Master Thief Savannah DeCosta thinks she’s got it made. A big-shot smuggler has asked her to steal a map from two other smugglers. Not a problem for Savannah, who’s good at stealing anything she wants.
When she sees Ferris Vaughn and “Tiny” Dixon, in a bar on Spaceport Adana, she uses their amorous moment to take what she wants. When the two find out what she’s done, they decide to teach her a lesson.
The more time the three spend together, though, the more they realize there’s something more than just a map at stake. They team up to try and find the real reason the map is so sought after; that is if they can keep their hands off each other long enough to decipher the map, and find where it leads.
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Excerpt
This was going to be like taking candy from a baby. Savannah focused her gaze on the two men sitting in the darkened corner of the bar. The larger one’s face was a study in concentration, pleasure seeping in every once in a while, then fading just a little before reappearing again. And it was all done in tune to the actions of the man next to him, his arm movements sometimes slow, sometimes fast.
The smaller man was jerking the larger man off, right here in the middle of the smoky bar. And if it hadn’t turned her on so much to watch, Savannah would have taken advantage of the situation and snatched what she wanted, forgoing her original plan and preparation. Instead, she focused on them, her thighs quivering as her pussy clenched in need.
She had to ignore that feeling, though. What she should do was get up, go toward them, and pretend to drop something. Then, she could bend over and get a better view. She could reach into the little satchel sitting next to the larger man and retrieve the map.
It would all be over very quickly, and she would be done a day early. To sweeten the pot, when she bent down, she’d get a good look at the larger man’s dick. And he was so engrossed in his pleasure he probably wouldn’t even notice her.
Savannah thought back to the dossiers she’d gathered on Duff “Tiny” Dixon and Ferris Vaughn. She studied them as they continued to play. Vaughn’s hand movements were imperceptible now. She figured he was building Duff up, then backing off before increasing his movements again, keeping him right on the edge. When the man actually came, he would probably shoot cum right up to the ceiling.
Ferris was also talking to Dixon, whispering in his ear and, at times, licking his neck. Whatever he was saying was making the man shiver in delight. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Focus, Savannah, focus. Don’t think about his dick. Think about your job. Think about your targets and the money you’re going to make from this little transaction. She focused on their faces.
Duff Dixon was anything but tiny. Thirty-three years of age, a human who lived wherever the wind took him. Six feet seven, two hundred and seventy pounds, close-cropped black hair, green eyes and an identifying mark of a large lion tattoo that took up much of his biceps, and marked him as a member of Titus’s smuggling ring.
The lion was visible on his bare arm, which looked as big as the exhaust pipe of a ship. She wondered what that said about his cock. His arms were all muscle, and if he was that big up top then — focus!
Savannah’s clit twinged and she swallowed hard. Vaughn’s hand movements had picked up again. She closed her eyes to block out the sight. Ferris Vaughn, thirty-six. Human. He and Duff had been lovers and partners for twelve years now. Six feet even, two hundred pounds, long dark hair, and beautiful green eyes. Savannah couldn’t see his lion tattoo, since his left arm was wrapped around his lover, but she knew it was there. He was a member of the Titus group too.
She opened her eyes. Now was the time to move. Through the dusky haze of the bar, she could see that Duff’s head was back, his eyes closed. He must be about to blow. She put a credit down for a tip, then weaved through the tables, dropping a credit on the floor as she neared the men’s table, ducking just under the line of sight of the security camera.
She bent down and looked left. Vaughn’s hand was wrapped around Duff’s massive cock, pumping furiously. Small drops of precum were visible as Savannah licked her lips, then slipped her hand into the pouch lying next to Duff. There was only one item inside, and her hand closed around it, pulling it out just as cum shot out of Duff’s cock and hit the underside of the table.
His muffled groans of pleasure made her think Vaughn had kissed him. That made her body tingle more. She imagined their lips together, their tongues dancing around each other. Her gaze fastened on Vaughn’s hand, which continued to caress his lover’s cock. Duff showed no signs of going soft, and she wondered if he would let loose another load. Maybe she should stay and watch for just a minute longer.
Stop it, Savannah! There’s work to be done. She gave them one long, last look, placed the map in her pocket, crawled a little further away, turned her face from the security camera and stood, then headed for the door at a fast clip. She would have liked to stay and see what would happen next…