"Just the way I stroke your ego?" she asked as she arched a brow and grinned at him. "I guess that means I need to practice stroking other things..."
Tracey was nervous about meeting Harry. While she and Sirius had been together over two months now, she still worried that his godson would decide she wasn't good enough or he hated her for some reason. Still, for Sirius, she was willing to try and just hoped Harry wouldn't dislike her.
"I'm sure you'll think of something brilliant to get him," she told him confidently. "Besides, he may just be happy to finally see you again and not even care about a present."
"So dressy but not too formal?" she asked before she nodded. "I've got a few things that might work. Maybe we can have a private fashion show beforehand so you can help me choose."
When he licked her fingers, she shifted and did her best to ignore the heat that spread over her at the contact. Finally, she gave up and just embraced it. "How do you manage to arouse me so easily?"
"Yes, your talent is yet another reason why you're so lovable," she confided with a wink. He was far too smug, she realized, and she gave the situation some thought as she ate another chip
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Sirius nearly choked on a chip when he realized just what she was doing. He barely had the presence of mind to cast a simple distraction spell to keep the other pub patrons from noticing the under-the-table action. And then, fuck, there was wet heat and suction, and Sirius made a small strangled noise, realizing he did, in fact, have the single best girlfriend on the face of the earth.
He gripped his pint with one hand, trying his very best not to look like he was getting his cock sucked under the table, and reached blindly under the table with his other hand. His fingers touched Tracey's soft hair, and he brushed his fingers through it, needing to ground himself on the fact that this was actually real, and she really was down there with her lush lips around his cock.
When she'd been paid to fuck, Tracey hadn't been fond of blow jobs. Men who paid always went too deep and seemed to enjoy trying to choke her, which she'd learned early on in her career. She'd learned how to control them, how to make them come fast and get it over with because she wasn't fond of having anyone in her mouth that she didn't choose to put there for her own pleasure. Despite that, she loved sucking Sirius' cock
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Sirius's head fell back against the padded wall of the booth, despite his efforts to look nonchalant. The distraction spell would hold, but only if he didn't directly draw attention to himself, like by making noise. Her tongue moved over his cock in little hot streaks, and he bit his lip to keep quiet the sounds that were threatening to spill from his throat
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Tracey swallowed as he came, doing her best not to drip onto her shirt. She kept sucking him until he was spent and then kissed his cock before she tucked him back into his pants and trousers. She turned around and pushed herself out from under the table, careful not to draw attention to herself just in case.
She kissed him, letting him taste himself on her tongue and brushed his hair away from his face. "I love- sucking you," she murmured, kissing him again so he'd not notice her near slip. It was becoming more difficult not to say the words she'd never really imagined saying to anyone. She just didn't know how he'd react because they didn't talk about feelings, really, and just let things happen naturally.
"I think I'm getting spoiled by having dessert first," she teased before she snatched one of his chips and ate it as she leaned against him and smiled.
Sirius moaned softly as they kissed, because there was something unbearably hot about tasting himself on her lips while he was all happy and sated.
"Mmm, me too," he murmured against her lips as they kissed once more. "I wish I had time to return the favor," he said softly, turning to brush his lips against her ear, "but you can look forward to when I get home tonight and lick your clit till you can't think straight."
"Really, you can't ever go wrong with dessert, in my opinion. Dessert first, then the main course, then dessert again, then an after-dinner drink with more dessert, and then dessert for breakfast. The more dessert, the merrier, I think."
He leaned his forehead against hers and nuzzled their noses together for a moment. "I really am glad you're coming with me to the party. Just be yourself, and I know you will get along great with Harry and everyone else."
"I think you're just addicted to dessert," she teased before she kissed his cheek. "It's a good thing that I've got such a sweet tooth, I suppose."
Tracey grinned. "I wouldn't miss the party for anything. I'm happy that you asked me to go with you," she admitted. "Even if I am a little nervous about meeting all those people. I'm sure it will be fine, though. I'll be on my best behavior and won't try to have dessert at all."
She winked before she took a bite of her fish and then stole another drink of his beer. "It will be nice to be out with you like that. I don't have any friends so I can't show you off except to strangers," she said with a smile. "Though I know they're all very envious that I've got you so that works."
"Mmm...this is one addiction that I don't mind having," she confessed, grinning at his words even as she told herself to not read too much into them.
"I can be a good girl," she assured him even as her lips curved into a wicked smile. "What will my dessert be if I'm good at the party?"
Hearing Sirius discuss what he wanted to do with her and talk about his fantasies had quickly become a favorite pasttime over the last couple of months. She loved that he was confident enough to tell her what he wanted, to say what he liked and didn't like, and to be honest with her. It was a wonderful thing to have that open communication about nearly everything and especially about intimate things.
"Well, I've babbled about you to my dogs," she said thoughtfully. "And to a friendly old woman on the tube recently. Fortunately, my dogs already love you and the old woman was a tourist and is probably back home by now so there's no need for you to worry about impressing anyone."
Sirius gave her a mischievious smirk - if she wanted to continue the tease, then he would give her what she wanted.
"I'd get you out of your clothes as fast as possible, because Merlin knows I'll have wanted to touch you all evening and my hands will be itching for your skin. I'd strip down too, and give you a really good view of just how hard you make me just with your presence." He brushed his lips at the top of her cheekbone and continued, "Then maybe I'd get out those nipple clamps and tease your tits with my tongue until you start to squirm, and then I'd put the clamps on you, giving you that little bit of pain I know you like with your pleasure."
"After that, I want to fuck your arse. I'd lick you open, until you're liquid and moaning my name, and fuck you with my fingers while I tongue your clit until you're practically begging for my cock."
"You like it, too," she murmured knowingly as she reached down to lightly pinch his thigh. She kissed his ear and nibbled. "I love how much you like my tits, especially when you lick and suck and worship them with your mouth and hands. I also like when you fuck them, when I can feel your cock slide back and forth until you come all over them and my throat."
It was tempting to go home and use one of her toys until she couldn't move from coming so hard. But she also liked the idea of waiting, forcing herself to remain aroused until he got home and fucked her anywhere and everywhere.
"God, you're evil," she murmured as she shifted beside him. "How am I supposed to wait for hours until you're home when you're promising such wonderful things for Saturday night?"
Sirius's spent cock twitched in his trousers, and Sirius cursed how Tracey could manage to get him aroused again so easily. There were times when he felt like a teenager around her, like he was fifteen and he got hard from a stiff breeze or a suggestive-looking pudding.
And he only had a few minutes till his lunch was over, so he had to try and relax or he'd be in for some torture for the rest of the work day.
"Mmm, I like the idea of that," he murmured as his hand traveled a few inches up her thigh teasingly. "You, squirming and wet for me, ready and waiting for me to come home and fuck you as hard as you want me to."
He gave her a sexy wink, and then glanced at the clock. He didn't have much time before he needed to go back. He scarfed down a few pieces of fish and more of his chips with his unoccupied hand, while the other drew tiny, teasing patterns inside Tracey's thigh.
Tracey was nervous about meeting Harry. While she and Sirius had been together over two months now, she still worried that his godson would decide she wasn't good enough or he hated her for some reason. Still, for Sirius, she was willing to try and just hoped Harry wouldn't dislike her.
"I'm sure you'll think of something brilliant to get him," she told him confidently. "Besides, he may just be happy to finally see you again and not even care about a present."
"So dressy but not too formal?" she asked before she nodded. "I've got a few things that might work. Maybe we can have a private fashion show beforehand so you can help me choose."
When he licked her fingers, she shifted and did her best to ignore the heat that spread over her at the contact. Finally, she gave up and just embraced it. "How do you manage to arouse me so easily?"
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He gripped his pint with one hand, trying his very best not to look like he was getting his cock sucked under the table, and reached blindly under the table with his other hand. His fingers touched Tracey's soft hair, and he brushed his fingers through it, needing to ground himself on the fact that this was actually real, and she really was down there with her lush lips around his cock.
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She kissed him, letting him taste himself on her tongue and brushed his hair away from his face. "I love- sucking you," she murmured, kissing him again so he'd not notice her near slip. It was becoming more difficult not to say the words she'd never really imagined saying to anyone. She just didn't know how he'd react because they didn't talk about feelings, really, and just let things happen naturally.
"I think I'm getting spoiled by having dessert first," she teased before she snatched one of his chips and ate it as she leaned against him and smiled.
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"Mmm, me too," he murmured against her lips as they kissed once more. "I wish I had time to return the favor," he said softly, turning to brush his lips against her ear, "but you can look forward to when I get home tonight and lick your clit till you can't think straight."
"Really, you can't ever go wrong with dessert, in my opinion. Dessert first, then the main course, then dessert again, then an after-dinner drink with more dessert, and then dessert for breakfast. The more dessert, the merrier, I think."
He leaned his forehead against hers and nuzzled their noses together for a moment. "I really am glad you're coming with me to the party. Just be yourself, and I know you will get along great with Harry and everyone else."
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Tracey grinned. "I wouldn't miss the party for anything. I'm happy that you asked me to go with you," she admitted. "Even if I am a little nervous about meeting all those people. I'm sure it will be fine, though. I'll be on my best behavior and won't try to have dessert at all."
She winked before she took a bite of her fish and then stole another drink of his beer. "It will be nice to be out with you like that. I don't have any friends so I can't show you off except to strangers," she said with a smile. "Though I know they're all very envious that I've got you so that works."
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"I can be a good girl," she assured him even as her lips curved into a wicked smile. "What will my dessert be if I'm good at the party?"
Hearing Sirius discuss what he wanted to do with her and talk about his fantasies had quickly become a favorite pasttime over the last couple of months. She loved that he was confident enough to tell her what he wanted, to say what he liked and didn't like, and to be honest with her. It was a wonderful thing to have that open communication about nearly everything and especially about intimate things.
"Well, I've babbled about you to my dogs," she said thoughtfully. "And to a friendly old woman on the tube recently. Fortunately, my dogs already love you and the old woman was a tourist and is probably back home by now so there's no need for you to worry about impressing anyone."
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"I'd get you out of your clothes as fast as possible, because Merlin knows I'll have wanted to touch you all evening and my hands will be itching for your skin. I'd strip down too, and give you a really good view of just how hard you make me just with your presence." He brushed his lips at the top of her cheekbone and continued, "Then maybe I'd get out those nipple clamps and tease your tits with my tongue until you start to squirm, and then I'd put the clamps on you, giving you that little bit of pain I know you like with your pleasure."
"After that, I want to fuck your arse. I'd lick you open, until you're liquid and moaning my name, and fuck you with my fingers while I tongue your clit until you're practically begging for my cock."
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It was tempting to go home and use one of her toys until she couldn't move from coming so hard. But she also liked the idea of waiting, forcing herself to remain aroused until he got home and fucked her anywhere and everywhere.
"God, you're evil," she murmured as she shifted beside him. "How am I supposed to wait for hours until you're home when you're promising such wonderful things for Saturday night?"
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And he only had a few minutes till his lunch was over, so he had to try and relax or he'd be in for some torture for the rest of the work day.
"Mmm, I like the idea of that," he murmured as his hand traveled a few inches up her thigh teasingly. "You, squirming and wet for me, ready and waiting for me to come home and fuck you as hard as you want me to."
He gave her a sexy wink, and then glanced at the clock. He didn't have much time before he needed to go back. He scarfed down a few pieces of fish and more of his chips with his unoccupied hand, while the other drew tiny, teasing patterns inside Tracey's thigh.
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