“There’s power in being naked.” He stood tall, waiting with a smile for me to decide to suck him, wanting me to enjoy the anticipation. “I told you.”
“You did.” I’d felt his ass before, and then some, but this was very different as my hands cupped his cheeks. Flushed, I tore my eyes off his dick and stared up at him. “Okay. You can probably have my phone number.” He was still laughing as I leaned in the rest of the way, my puckered lips meeting the warm sponge of his head, resting there in bliss for a few seconds before I opened my mouth slowly, my eyes rising high to meet his. He watched me, letting me play, and I admired his restraint: so many guys want to just ram it in, regardless of what hole you’re talking about.
I’m a girl who enjoys the build-up, the tease.
He tasted like he should, all flesh and desire, with the salty tang of sweat and precum thrilling my brain as soon as my tongue flickered across his slit. He didn’t overdramatize anything, didn’t toss his head back or sigh or anything like that, and I appreciated that. He was a pro. He’d probably felt a thousand mouths around his head. He didn’t need to act. No, he just watched me, a fixed expression on his face, equal parts expectation and joy: he was having fun, and suddenly so was I as I moved my wet lips over the soft ridge of this carapace and leaned forward, filling my mouth.
I wasn’t going to be able to take him deep, I knew. Don is small, and it had been awhile since he’d wanted oral, so I was rusty. Plus, I knew, I’d feel nervous in here, with the sketchily secured door and the idea that a random groomsman could come barging in at any moment. It was not a time to do my best work, but a time to show him his power, so I savored him.
Gentle sucks. My tongue flat, licking along the bottom of his cock. Tasting and smelling him. Impatiently I brought one of my hands around and up his thigh, cupping his smooth heavy scrotum, feeling the heft there. I didn’t know when he’d last cum, but I assumed he’d done it since I’d watched him pump it into Ava; still, he felt dense, full, primed.
I wanted him badly.
I sucked once more, powerfully, before sliding my mouth back off him. “This is fucking surreal,” I admitted, my other hand coming around to trace his veins. The one on the top was very prominent, a thick pulsing tube I wanted to run my tongue over. So I did, as he smiled down at me. “I can’t fucking believe this.”
“At some point,” he grinned, “you’re going to have to start.”
“What if someone comes in?” I ran my hand up and down his spit-slicked penis, awed at the feeling. “I don’t want to get kicked out.”
“Well then,” he winked, “let’s hurry,” and then he was running his fingers through my thick hair before, surprisingly, he pushed me gently back off his dick. “My turn to make you cum,” he husked, and then to my astonishment he knelt on the pile carpet before the couch and lifted my nerveless legs up to his shoulders.
“Oh my god!” I gasped, my face a mask of shock and joy. I never got eaten out. Don didn’t like it. “Fuck yeah.”
“Satisfaction is guaranteed at Dirty bASStards,” he gloated, keeping strong eye contact even as he ran his hands up my thighs. I giggled, my boobs heaving with each gaspy breath, but I wasn’t giggling anymore once his fingers started to encounter the sticky muck at the top of my inner thighs. When was the last time I trimmed? I wondered, wildly, vainly, as he ran an inquisitive fingernail across my pussy lips through the thong. My head fell backward with a little squeal. “You’re soaked,” he observed, completely unnecessarily. “You smell like a whore.”
“Oh my god!” I wavered again, staring at the acoustic-tile ceiling as he worked his experienced fingers up under Izzy’s dress, his palms flat and tight against the skin of my thighs. I felt his fingers digging at the waistband of my thong, and then I had my head back up, nodding bobble-headed at him, my heels hooked tight over his back.
So that I could arch my ass off the couch and let him strip my sodden underwear off.
I didn’t even realize I’d closed my eyes until I opened them to see him smiling up at me, eyebrow arched. “You made me cum,” he pointed out, “so…” I shuddered at once as I felt the nimble touch of his fingers, rimming the edges of my pussy lips, plucking at my flesh. I was burning.
“You’re going to… ohh…” It trailed off into a long sigh, because that’s when Steve plunged two straight fingers right up me, sliding into my pussy with the effortlessness that all that copious, embarrassing cream provided. “Oh my god,” I said weakly.
“This ain’t even all, Nadia.” He winked at me again, all exaggerated camp, then leaned close to me. “Better hold onto something,” he snickered, his eyes swinging to my swollen labia, and he was right: I was fumbling to grip the seat cushions as I felt his breath on me and in me and then I knew he was about to eat my sloppy cunt like it was his lunch.
I arched up for him, my body responding to something deep, deep inside my brain. Steve planted his face against my pussy as if it belonged there, his nose digging for my clit as his tongue took root in my slit. I stiffened at once, and I’m sure I moaned (at least) or screamed (much more likely), my hands clamping alongside his face, pulling him ever closer. I felt my feet drum helplessly against his back, my pussy overwhelmed by the sucking of his lips and the lashing of his tongue and… fuck, just the awareness that such a gorgeous stud was doing this to me.
I needed him, holding him firmly as I ground my hips up and down along his face. For his part, Steve sent his hand darting up to my trembling tits, groping me with a greed that would have been quite indecent if he wasn’t already slurping at my snatch. I felt the bodice of Izzy’s dress stretch dangerously as he pawed at me, the shoulder strap digging into my shoulder for a single fraught moment before, with a sudden sense of relief, it snapped apart to spill my needy, fleshy tit bare into his hand.
I humped his face shamelessly, my pelvis swinging like he had done as he danced for me, his mouth and tongue working hard at my hole. I know I was pulling his hair at one point, desperate to capture him and hold him forever against my body, where he could make me feel like the only woman in the world. Dimly my eyes rolled to his hand, groping my tit spasmodically, his fingers pinching tightly at my nipple while he gave me what I craved.
What I hadn’t even realized I craved…
When I felt his teeth scrape at my sprouting little clit, I knew I was gone without any hope of coming back down to earth, the orgasm sweeping across me so powerfully that it felt like an actual physical force, lifting me high above my body. I looked down from there and saw my thrashing body grinding against Steve’s face, his eyes fierce on mine as he watched me climax. How many women had paid for a dance and cum on that tongue, I wondered vaguely, but then I understood it didn’t matter.
He wasn’t here for money. He was here for me.
“Oh fuck!” I shouted, my mouth staying open wide afterward as I slumped down into the seat cushion, my legs finally slack over his shoulders. My orgasm came in waves, each one a peak of pleasure that released the clenching energy in my pussy and left me laughing breathlessly on the couch. “Goddamn!” He ate me through it, his hands softer now, smoother as they brought me back down, the waves dissipating with delectable slowness and ease, leaving me hollowed out with the bursting joy of it all.