Heist Honey 12 (Patreon)

Upstairs in his room, Chloe opened the window allowing Spencer to climb into his room. “What are you doing here?!” Chloe hissed.

“I was gonna call but you didn't give me your number then I rem–Whoa!” Spencer paused as he took in the number of dolls that crowded the shelves above Chloe’s bed.

“What? It’s not like you haven’t seen my room before.”

“Yeah, but…I guess I didn’t notice all the dolls last time.” Spencer said as he walked further into the room and took in more of the collection.

“Oh...” Chloe blushed. ‘Wait, why should I be embarrassed? It's not like they’re mine.’ “They’re my grandmother’s.” ‘Cause that sounds less pathetic. C’mon Sam!’ “Besides, you’re one to talk. How many leather jackets do you own?”

“Just the one now.” Spencer smirked, “I used to have two, but this cute girl stole my other jacket.” Chloe tucked a strand of his auburn hair behind his ear. “This little guy your grandma’s too?” Spencer asked, picking up the stuffed monkey Mr. Percival who was propped up between two large pink pillows. “What’s his name?”

“He’s a stuffed monkey, he doesn’t have a name.” Chloe stood in front of Spencer and crossed his arms under his chest.

Spencer smirked, “Well that doesn’t seem right, he should have a name if you sleep with him.”

“I do–” Chloe gasped and quickly lowered his voice to a whisper, “I do not!” His arms uncrossed as his fingers loosened in preparation of movement.

“You’re a terrible liar. Anyone ever tell you that?” Spencer laughed. Chloe glared at the boy and quickly snatched Mr. Percival out of his hands. “Quick hands.” Spencer smirked.

“What are you doing here anyway?”

“Oh that.” He grinned, “Like I said, I was gonna call you but I realized I didn’t have your number.”

“I don’t have a phone.”

“Yeah, I remember you mentioning that at the bar. Do you want one?”

“Obviously.” Chloe rolled his eyes.

“What would you say if I had a burner phone for you?”

“I’d say what do you want in return?” He asked as he sat on the bed beside Spencer. ‘I can’t believe I just asked that.’ Chloe turned away to hide the grimace on his face and place Mr.Percival back on his spot on the bed. ‘What guy isn’t gonna take advantage of a question like that?!’ For the most part the wardrobe Beatrice had purchased for Chloe had been largely conservative, and after the initial shock he hadn’t felt too exposed…until today and for the second time by someone he hadn't expected to see. ‘The smiling doofus!’

“How about a kiss?”

Chloe blinked at Spencer before asking, “What? Just a kiss?”

“Unless you want more?” he grinned again.

‘As if!’ Chloe scoffed, "Let me get this straight, you want to kiss me and for that you’ll give me a phone?"

"I always want to kiss you, Chloe, but yeah I will give you a phone. That way we can talk and we can do more stuff if you wanted to." He finished the sentence with a shrug.

Sam had to think about his situation quickly, unsure how long he could get away with being in the bathroom before someone got suspicious. With a burner he would have more freedom, something that seemed to be in short supply and shrinking. And he would have a way to get in touch with whatever contacts he managed to make. So he couldn’t afford to burn this bridge as it was. Besides, he had already kissed a boy for this stupid role and that was just for a desert... well that and to get Spencer off the hook. It was the “do more.” That worried him. There was only one thing a guy could mean by that when he was alone with a school boy’s walking wet dream.

Sam sighed, ‘I need a phone, and I need to get him out of here.’ He didn't have time to quibble, if he wanted more he would kick Spencer out. ‘The price of freedom.’ Chloe licked his lips as he glanced up at Spencer, "I like the idea of being able to call you. Kissing you is just a bonus." He whispered and forced an eager smile on his face. Aware of just how thick he was laying it on. ‘God, stop smiling!’ he thought of the surprised boy beside him.

“Really!?” Spencer cleared his throat, wiped the surprised look off of his face and smirked. “Really.” He said again, this time with a cooler tone than before.

“Definitely.” He lied and looked up at the grinning boy. ‘Just one kiss.’ he thought as he tilted his head, ‘Shouldn’t be too hard. Just close your eyes and picture a girl.’ and shut his eyes as he pulled Spencer’s lips to his own. 

Sam’s heart pounded in his chest as he fought down Jared’s voice in his head telling him to grab Spencer’s ear and twist it, and the almost automatic response to carry it out. Instead Chloe let Spencer’s tongue slide between his lips. ‘I knew it wouldn’t be just one kiss.’ Sam thought as his now free hand climbed up Spencer’s back. ‘It’s fine. I need the phone.’ His head swam like a fish lost in the ocean as he dug his nails into Spencer’s back, ‘I need this.’, Chloe moaned as images of women he had kissed in the past crashed into one another. Tossed and thrown asunder by a vague sense of deja-vu. ‘Relax.’ He told himself, ‘He’ll know something is off if I don’t relax.’ The memory of William’s gentle touch, as they kissed, flashed in his mind. ‘This is fine. I need this.’ He moaned softly into Spencer’s lips as he felt his muscles release their tense hold and sank deeper into the kiss. ‘Just kissing doesn’t make me gay.’ He reminded himself, moaning at the sudden tingling sensation crawling across his body. 

Lost in the kiss, he barely registered that he had fallen back on the bed or that he was now making out with a boy on his bed like the teenage girl he was pretending to be. The feeling of Spencer’s hand squeezing his thigh was the only thing that brought him to a semi-alertness and eliciting a shudder from the feminized man. Sam’s hand snapped to Spencer’s wrist. He needed to stop him. Any further up his skirt and he would have found Sam’s dick tucked away and throbbing painfully in his panties. Then they would stop!

His own thoughts felt so far away, drowned out by the pounding in his ears. Chloe placed Spencer’s hand on his stomach and he felt Spencer shift. For a moment he worried, ‘Worried?’, he had been too late and Spencer was leaving but he was wrong. Spencer had shifted and Chloe could feel his knee in between his legs. How long had it been since he had touched, been touched by, someone? He wondered as he groped at Spencer’s exposed waist. The feel of someone else’s skin on his. Something he hadn’t realized he could miss this much. It was just kissing after all. ‘Fuck, I need this.’ He moaned again as he felt the edge of Spencer’s knee in between his thighs, trapping his already trapped penis further. Sam raised his hips, ready to escape from underneath Spencer should he recognize the feeling, when he felt a new sensation shoot through him like a lightning bolt. With cautious and drunken curiosity Chloe raised his hips again and was forced to bury his face in Spencer’s neck as a giggle erupted from inside of him as he was once again rewarded with the overwhelmingly erotic sensation feeling he hadn’t felt before as he rubbed his cockhead against Spencer’s thigh.

Spencer had been surprised that Chloe turned what he had almost expected to be a single and chaste kiss before he needed to sneak out again only for it to turn into a makeout session. A small, incredibly small, part of him told him to not push his luck. That it was one thing to sneak out with the princess after dark but it was pure stupidity to makeout with her in the castle filled with her family. That part died a violent death as Chloe pulled him down onto the bed beside her and a much louder part of his mind guided his actions now. 

His cock stiffened painfully against his zipper as his hand climbed ever higher up her leg. Caressing her thigh he imagined countless hours that she must have spent in various yoga poses to get to have such strong yet supple legs. ‘Her ass is probably the same way!’ he thought, picturing her perfect peach butt bent over in forward doggy style. Before he could maneuver his fingers further under her schoolgirl skirt and feel for himself he felt Chloe’s hand wrap around his wrist like an eagle claw. ‘Fuck, playtime’s over.’ He thought dismally. But again Chloe surprised him. Instead of stopping him she placed his hand on her boob. ‘She may dress like a disney princess but she’s a total nympho!’ Spencer chuckled softly as he massaged her breast, eliciting more moans from the beautiful girl underneath him. 

She giggled as he kissed her neck and he could feel her delicate fingers now probing between his shirt and his pants and more interestingly he could feel her grinding herself against his leg. The sight of this delicate princess undulating and mewling like a cat in heat threatened to rip his zipper apart with every gyration she made. ‘Fuckin’ hell! Might as well give her what she wants.’ he thought and unzipped his pants.

Chloe gasped. The feeling of the sudden warmth of Spencer’s stiff shaft in his hand brought his mind out of the erotic haze it had become lost in. For the first time he was holding a penis in his hand other than his own. In an instant he scoured his mind for a tactical avenue of escape. ‘Fuck! I should stop this now!’ he thought. His own dick, trapped between his legs and Spencer’s thigh, throbbed in protest in his panties. He was so close and who knows how long before someone might come looking for him. Convincing Spencer to stop would take longer than he no doubt had! ‘It’s not gay.’ he assured himself, ‘It’s not gay. It’s a trade-off.’

Spencer froze in place as time seemed to stretch around them. ‘Stupid!’ He chastised himself.  He had gotten carried away. She was still a princess and no way would she be willing to give him a handjob for a phone. “Chloe, I’m–” he began but was cut off.

“Shh.” Chloe hissed as he slowly stroked Spencer’s cock. “Just hurry.” he moaned as much to Spencer as he did to himself. The feminized man closed his eyes and tried to imagine it was his dick in his hand. 

The size difference between the two made the imagining just as awkward as the angle at first but he quickly found his rhythm. Chloe moaned as he felt Spencer’s lips against his neck once again. He wanted to hate the way it sent rivulets of ecstacy over his touch starved body. But there would be time for that later. Now he would let himself enjoy the pleasure, from wherever the source came, and try to finish Spencer and himself off. 

“You like that?” Spencer asked softly into Chloe’s ear. 

“Y-Yes!” Chloe moaned as she matched the jerking of her hand with the grinding of her pussy against his leg.

“Tell me what you want.” He gasped, trying to retain his cool. 

“I want your cock.” She moaned.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I–I want to…I want to fuck.” She whined. “I want you to fuck me with your big cock. ” 

“Do you?” Spencer moaned, attempting to bring himself back from the edge.

“God. Fuck!” She panted into his chest and gave a small nod. “I do.” Chloe whimpered and bit her lip to silence herself. And he could feel the truth of her exclamation in the dampness on his leg. “I–I’m so close.” She gasped in a sexy breathy voice. “D–don’t hold back.” Spencer was almost tempted to stop and ask if she were for real when she pulled him back on top of her. “Don’t stop!” She begged. Her gyrations speeding up with the stroking of his already sensitive cock. “I want–I want your cum!” She shuddered. “Cum for me!” She begged before her words devolved into moans and gasps of ecstacy. It didn’t take long after that for Spencer’s cock to erupt in her hand as he kissed Chloe again to silence the sounds of their mutual moans while Chloe continued to grind against his leg.

A moment later Spencer rolled over on the bed, gasping for breath. His embarrassment at cumming so quickly was mitigated by the background thought that he didn’t have time to give Chloe the full experience he would normally have given her and the fact she had begged him to cum with her. And he had promised that next time he would make sure they had more time together.

Chloe lay panting on the bed next to Spencer in total disbelief. ‘So unfair!’ Chloe thought as he removed his hand from around Spencer’s cock and stared at the cum covering his painted nails with bitter frustration. ‘I don’t have time to get myself off but I had time to get Spencer off!’ If he had another minute he might have cum as well! He had come so close! Even with his dick trapped by Spencer’s leg he had come so close! ‘If only–Oh shit!’ He smothered a gasp in his throat and rocketed his hand to his skirt as he sat up and confirmed what he feared. At some point after all the grinding and the extraction of Spencer’s leg, his own cock had become untucked. 

‘Fuck!’ His mind screamed, ‘I need to fix this!’ Could he fix it without Spencer noticing? He would have to stand up for sure. Chloe glanced over his shoulder at the young twenty-something. The far away and satisfied smile on his face frustrating Chloe even more knowing, wishing, that could have been him if he had more time. 

Spencer seemed to come back to consciousness as he caught Chloe staring hungrily at his cock. “If you gimme a minute, I’ll be ready for round two.” he smirked.

Chloe blushed and turned away. “Y-you need to go.” he said, shaking his head and not knowing what else to do. If it was risky to attempt to tuck his penis away before, it was impossible now that his partner in crime was aware and watching him.

Spencer nodded in agreement. He knew she was right, of course, but if she’d let him he was willing to take the risk. Already, his cock began to stiffen again at the thought of taking the chance and giving her what she had been begging for less than thirty seconds ago. Quietly, Spencer sighed and placed his dick back in his pants. As thrilling as the idea was, he wasn’t one of those guys. “Next time then.” He chuckled, zipping his pants. Spencer paused at the sight of Chloe’s dazzling eyes, made even more apparent against the blush on her cheeks that her makeup couldn’t hide. Her breasts pressed together and made them seem all the larger.

Chloe’s heart caught in his throat when Spencer stopped and stared at him. ‘Shit! Did he see?’ he tried his best to will his erection away as he wedged his hands between his thighs. His mind screamed at him again to move, that he was in a terrible position to defend himself, that he should at least stand! But had he not seen anything before, standing would ensure that he would now. 

When Spencer leaned down and kissed him once again, Chloe sighed softly, and felt the tension in his muscles release. “This was a lot of fun.” He smiled gently and turned to leave.

Chloe licked his lips before clearing his throat. “The phone.”

“Oh right.” Spencer chuckled. “Well you can’t blame me for being distracted.” he said and took a small, glittering pink Nokia cellphone out of his pocket.

“What the–this is ancient! Is this even real?” Chloe growled, remembering to keep his voice down despite his anger.

Spencer scratches the back of his head embarrassedly, “I know, I know, it’s, like, a boomer phone but it still works.”

“Does this even have the internet?”

“N…no but it works. It already has my number so you can text or call me and we can have some more fun.” Spencer smiled.

Chloe groaned and clenched his fist at Spencer’s stupid smile and the stupid phone and his own stupidity for not demanding to see the phone first! Sharp nails forced Chloe to unclench his fist in pain as his nails dug into him. Without thinking he brought his hand to his lips to suck on the minor wound. His eyes widened as he automatically licked his lips clean and the sudden recognition of the salty taste. In his annoyance and frustration he had forgotten that Spencer’s cum still lingered on his hand. 

Spencer’s eyes widened in surprise as well, as he felt the familiar stirring in his cock. ‘Damn she already can’t wait!’

“Just go.” Chloe hissed in a husky voice before the boy could say anything to piss him off further.

“Right.” Spencer chuckled and placed the charging cable on her nightstand before kissing Chloe on her cheek and scurrying through the window.

Chloe shook his head and nearly sank his head into his hand when he remembered what was still on it. “Ugh!” He hid the phone under his pillow and hurried to the bathroom.