He withdrew his cock from my body but stayed over me. He pushed my breasts together and started playing with them.
“Back to the boobs, eh?” See, this was only about sex. I needed to stop projecting my wishes on him.
“They’re magnificent, Ellie.”
Even though I’d just come, each tug and suck on my nipples ran straight to my pussy. “What did you mean when you said you wanted to fuck them?”
He lifted his head to look at me. “Just what it sounds like.”
I shook my head in confusion. “How does that even work?”
“Well, you hold your tits together like this.” He pressed my tits together. “And I slide my cock between those two beauties.”
I replaced his hands with mine. “Show me.”
Heat flashed in his eyes. “You’re sure?”
I nodded.
He straddled my torso, resting his dick on my diaphragm. He adjusted himself a little closer to my tits and then looked down on me. “He needs a little lubrication.”
I quirked a brow. “Do you want a boob job or a blow job.”
He laughed. “Both.” He set his dick, which was lengthening but not quite at full staff, on my lips. “Just enough to make him slide between your luscious tits, Ellie.”
I opened my mouth and took him in, sucking on his semi-rigid cock and then focusing on getting it wet. I tasted his come and my own essence, which made me wet again.
“Yeah, fuck baby…just like that.” He slid in and out of my mouth a few times and then withdrew.
I pressed my tits together for him and he brought his dick to the seam they made. He pushed his cock between my breasts until the red engorged tip peeked out at the top.
“Is that enough friction?” I was pressing my tits together as tight as I could, but it didn’t seem like it was enough pressure.
“This isn’t about the friction,” he said, his breath growing faster. “It’s how fucking hot it looks to see my cock fucking your tits.” His eyes watched his dick disappear and then emerge from my tits. I could his desire and need growing. When his tip slid to the top of my tits, I snaked my tongue out to lick it.
“Oh fuck, Ellie…yes.”
I continued to lick his tip each time he pushed past my breasts, and soon his pace quickened. I worked to squeeze my tits tighter, wanting to make it as good as possible.
“Ellie…fuck….can I come on your tits?”
I’d thought that was a foregone conclusion. “Yes.”
He withdrew from my tits and wrapped his hand around his massive length. He stroked himself, first focusing on the head and then on the full, throbbing staff. I watched in fascination as he masturbated, making mental notes of the places where he touched himself that seemed to elicit a gasp or a ‘fuck yeah’ from him.
“I’m going to come, I’m going to come.” He threw his head back and his hand jacked his cock quickly. He let out a groan, bringing his head back up, his eyes focusing on his dick. On the down stroke, the first hot gush of his thick and creamy cum shot out, landing on my tits. He continued to stroke himself, and more cum covered my tits.
Finally, he sat back on his heels. “That was so fucking awesome, Ellie.” He leaned forward and gave me a hard kiss. “You’re awesome.”
It wasn’t a declaration of love, but then, I knew it wouldn’t be. Whatever emotion or mood he’d touched me in before was just a different form of the same thing; sex.
I returned home early the next morning so I wouldn’t be there when Mollie arrived home. It probably wouldn’t be smart for her to see me too close to her father. She was shy, but one never knew what a child would say or to whom. If she told someone at school that I was at her dad’s house early in the morning, I could lose my job.
I tried to focus on lesson planning that day, but I couldn’t forget the way Will had touched me and looked at me last night out of my head. Was it just another lesson, or had it meant more?
Driving myself crazy with it, I decided to take a walk on the beach to clear my head. As I was leaving my condo, Will’s door opened and he and Mollie stepped out.
“Ms. Webb.” Mollie ran to me and gave me a hug.
“Hi, Mollie. What are you guys doing?”
“Me and my daddy are going swimming at the pool. Want to come?”
“I’m going to the beach.” Yes, I wanted to come. It was crazy how much I wanted to go to the pool with them. But not just that. I wanted to have dinner. To read Mollie a bedtime story. To keep Will warm and sated at night. God, I was a mess.