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When you were caught leaving a place like Ballers, there was no way to look innocent, no matter how wide you smiled, or how far back you folded your ears.

Rock was learning that lesson all too well, but when it came to Rayne, there was no way that he could lie to her.

"If this was really what you were after, you know, you could have told me," she continued chastising him, just on the other side of the building. She was willing to give him the grace of being chewed out away from the public eye, but that was as far as her mercies went. "For the record, none of the girls in there are even interested in you!"

She was met with an eyeroll. "I'm aware that the girls in there aren't actually interested in me when they touch me," Rock argued. "Believe it or not, I really do go for the food!"

Rayne cocked a brow. "You like the food at Ballers."

"Uh huh."

"Even though most of it is just deep fried dough, potatoes, and stuff that might be chicken."

"That's right."

"...Well, I guess I'll let the cooks know that you really appreciate their hard work."

Rock crossed his arms, unable to keep from feeling defensive. "And just how would you go about doing that?"

"Maybe because I'm on a first name basis with all of them? Maybe because I used to work here, which is why it's kind of insulting to find you rooting around the place and acting guilty about being found?"

" You used to work here?"

"If you're seriously about to judge me for taking a job here when I was younger when you just left the place..."

Rock saw the frustration in her glare and realized the error of his tone. "I...yeah. Touché," he agreed, before trying to regain his sheepish grin. "I guess I'm just kinda surprised by it, was all. I'm sorry if it felt like I was judging you."

"And I'm sorry for coming unglued on you so fast," Rayne apologized. "I know I can get a little hotheaded and overprotective, but...I'd hate to think that I wasn't enough for you, and I know the girls in there can be kind of aggressive when they do find a guy that they like, rare as it is."

"Heh...so you really think I'd be up to their standards?"

Her frustration reappeared, but that time, she was matching his grin and working right past it. "Two things, Rock."

He gulped, and the sudden grip of her paw around the front of his throat made the act that much harder, but he'd seen that look in her eyes before; he felt perfectly justified in being nervous.

"First of all, there isn't a woman in there that's worthy of you , and that's the more important part of that equation," she explained. "And second, more relevant to us...the fact that you even asked means that I'm not doing enough to make sure that I'm the only girl on your mind."

The alley behind Ballers was the last place that Rock expected someone to rip his pants away and push him to the ground, but Rayne showed no concern about her bold and brazen display of both her affection for him, and her control over him.

"A-are you out of your mind? There's so many people out here!" Rock panicked, but Rayne didn't stop her pursuit of yanking his pants away; his words might have offered protest, but his actions did nothing of the sort as he slumped back against the outside wall of the building. "There's no way that we can get away with this without getting caught!"

"Sure we can," she immediately countered. It wasn't dumb luck, but force of habit that had Rayne leaving the house in a black miniskirt with no panties on underneath...and she found it positively convenient when the mood struck, as it so often did. "If you'd just hurry up and take your fucking pants off, anyway."

Rock was nervous, but if Rayne was convinced that she could bring him to a climax that rapidly, he wasn't foolish enough to doubt her abilities.

He also knew he wasn't going to get that kind of treatment for free, and Rayne made that perfectly clear as she yanked him to the deeper part of the alley and pushed his half-naked body down to the asphalt, with only a few empty cardboard boxes to act as cover for their lewd conduct.

"Woah! O-okay, Rayne! Pants are off!" Rock declared; his voice heightened by the nerves of leaving his clothes as far away as he had. "And at the end of the alley..."

"No one's going to steal your pants, dude," she murmured. "You really need to learn to relax and have a little fun on the fly...I was hoping you might have figured out how to do that by now."

Straddling Rock's face was the next step in educating him about having a little fun: Rayne didn't even have to lift the bottom of her miniskirt for her dampened petals to settle against the end of his muzzle.

"Guess I'll just have to keep working at this until you get the point."

Rock couldn't have guessed when his body decided to respond to Rayne's wild antics, but before she'd worked his pants all the way off of his legs, he was already sporting a familiar erection. She'd come to know every inch of his flesh, and that knowledge was particular intimate when it came to his manhood, but she still found fresh delight in the taste and scent of it, every time that she was privy to those sensations.

There was nothing forced about her low, lusty groan as she opened her mouth around the tip and lazily dragged her tongue along the top of the shaft, bathing it in her saliva.

"Point t-taken," Rock whispered, still nervous enough about getting caught that he couldn't moan to the fullest effect...but Rayne would certainly feel his excitement, as his member throbbed against her tongue. "But you can't deny that this is one of the craziest things we've ever done."

Pushing back further onto his muzzle so his trembling lips were forced to meet with her folds, Rayne silenced Rock's concerns and put his tongue to better use. "If that's the case, you and I have got to start doing more exciting stuff."

The wolf walked a more careful path than Rayne, and to that point, she'd mostly respected his desires to take it slow and easy, when it came to getting out of his shell.

Their sexual escapades were plenty wild enough in the bedroom, but taking things into public was a huge leap forward, and doing it in a place with so much foot traffic was making Rock so tense that Rayne wasn't able to bring him to the rapid orgasm she promised.

Much as that only continued to fray his nerves, she was excited by the challenge, so much that her juices were already trickling over the sides of his muzzle and spilling down the slender lines of his neck.

"Mnn...t-that's it, Rock...get in there nice and deep!" Rayne cheered him along, showing no fear about the possibility of drawing attention to their act. Instead, she kept her focus on enjoying herself in the moment...and bolstering Rock's confidence by showing him that pleasure was theirs to be had, no matter what the venue was.

It was a slow lesson to learn, but Rock was getting the point, even if it was little by little. His tongue was quivering along with his lips, but it wasn't until he finally embraced his growing confidence and pushed it up into the smooth, warm gap of her petals that he provided Rayne with even an ounce of the pleasure she'd already given to him.

Of course, when he found the right spot and felt her body trembling on top of his own, he honed in and showed Rayne just how much he'd learned from her physical lessons; it was the first time he'd ever left her scrambling to keep up with his pace, but she was brilliant when it came to adapting.

She wouldn't let him outdo her, but she would reward his bravery, for being willing to bury his tongue in her passage in a public place.

"Do your worst, baby," she whispered at the tip of his cock, until her words drew a small trickle of precum from the end of his canine length. "Even if you think I'm cumming, don't stop, okay? I'm gonna suck your _soul_right out of you."

The warning would have been enough to stop Rock in his tracks before, but this time, Rayne could feel the flat of his tongue gliding across her petals from the bottom to the top, even taking time to swirl around the base of her clit when he reached the delicate, buzzing nub.

I guess he has learned a thing or two from me, she thought. Better show him that there's a lot more left to learn before he goes getting cocky...

Rayne never held herself back when she was laying with Rock, and she'd crushed his hips into the comforter on his bed more times than he could properly recall, but the fact that she always gave her full effort to their lovemaking didn't mean that she'd revealed all of her tricks to him, just then.

Spurred on by the bliss that his tongue pressed into her mound, Rayne made it her mission to bring him to a climax first: she knew how sensitive the tip of his cock was, but she only gave it the briefest swirl with her tongue before her muzzle embraced the top end of his shaft. She felt his moans radiating against her inner thighs as she rolled herself on his face, but where he was showing desperation from his near-orgasmic experience, she was still grinning with the confidence that he once felt.

She knew she had him beat; how she'd go about claiming her victory was the only decision she had left to make.

_I can get you off just by bobbing my head...but that's not as much fun as hearing your reaction to something like this. _

The familiar pulse of his member told her that she didn't have much time left regardless, giving her tongue new purpose as it flattened against the top of his shaft. In a side-to-side sweep, she put the warm, slick muscle to work, flickering it like a brush as she slowly descended to the base of his length, tickling the top of his pubic mound with her tongue when she finally reached the spot.

Just as Rock started to embrace that new sensation, Rayne giggled around her mouthful and let his body relish in the vibrations, before she offered a series of rapid, choppy bobs of the head, bringing him right to the point of climax...only to pull back to the very start again.

He knew she was going to start another slow, tickling descent, but his mind was blown every bit as much as his flesh: he couldn't find the words to warn her about the incoming load, and couldn't get his tongue free from the addicting juices of her soaking folds.

If he wasn't throbbing so hard, I'd think I just knocked him out, Rayne thought. Lotta precum, though...you gonna cum for me, baby?

His body answered before he moaned aloud into her slit: the act fell just short of sending her over the edge, but she was ready for his seed as it poured across the back of her throat and coated her tongue.

The fresh pulse of his cum eased right down her throat and into her tummy, but even when he reached that climax, she didn't change her tactics: she continued that slow, playful intake until she met with the base of his length once more, spilling a bit of his mess back onto his crotch as her tongue broke the seal of her lips.

Pulling back revealed a long, creamy trail of his yield upon her tongue, as she collected the last weak spurts on the soaking appendage...it was quite the display for the night manager to come upon, as she stepped out the back door for a smoke break.