“Now,” I say, my voice low as I slide toward his legs, the silk of my panties rubbing against his skin. “I’m going to suck you dry before I ride you.”
He shudders and I lower my head, pressing a light kiss to the leaking tip of his cock. Lyle’s hands bury themselves in my hair and clutch at the strands, tugging almost desperately as he waits for me to do something. I lick the tip teasingly.
“Fuck, please,” he moans.
I curl my tongue around his cock and guide my mouth over the tip, sucking slightly before bobbing lower on it. It’s thick and salty and I have to grip Lyle’s hips to prevent him from thrusting up into my mouth. I suck again and he shudders, crying out.
“Fuck, that feels good!” he shouts, his grip on my hair tightening to the point of being almost painful.
I grin around his cock and suck again. He’s writhing beneath me, completely overwhelmed by my touch and my ministrations. I can almost feel him coming undone beneath me. I want to break him further, to watch him fall over the edge and drag him down, down, down into oblivion. I want to spur him back to hardness to do it all over again as I ride him to completion.
Just the thought is enough to make me slide forward, taking more of his cock into my mouth, and suck hard, my tongue lapping around the hard length. I can feel the member stiffening and preparing to burst, and I hum around it before sucking deeply.
He cries out, almost bucking out of my hold, and orgasms. I lap up his release eagerly, licking his cock clean, teasing it as it twitches, spent and exhausted, in my mouth. Lyle’s entire body goes limp and I finally let him go, lifting myself off him to my knees. He looks up at me through lidded eyes, still panting.
“Fuck, Amanda,” he finally says. “That was amazing.”
I grin.
“We’re not finished yet,” I promise.
Part of me thinks that I need to stop now. I still haven’t made my decision, not really, but I already know what option I’m leaning toward. But Lyle is lying out in front of me, and I can’t resist him, not now.
Just a little longer, I promise myself. Just a little.
Chapter Fifteen
Lyle
I’m panting, completely spent, as Amanda hovers over me. The force of my orgasm made white spots explode over my vision, and I’m still blinking them away, trying to catch my breath. I’m well aware, however, that this is definitely not the end. Amanda has already made a promise.
She was going to suck me dry.
And then she was going to ride me.
My cock twitches slightly at this memory. Amanda grins at me, her lips still glistening with my release as she licks them, and I can remember how amazing she looked with her mouth stretched around my cock.
“Looks like you’re still raring to go,” Amanda purrs, sliding over me. “I want your cock inside me now as I ride you hard, taking you as deep as you’ll go.”
Arousal is definitely stirring within me once more. My head falls back and I try to breathe but my heart is pounding and I know that I’m gone. Amanda runs her hands up my chest as she leans over me, her breasts brushing against me, the nipples hard and perky.
“Do you want that?” she asks.
“Yes,” I gasp.
Fuck, I want that. I can’t even remember, now, why I came to Amanda’s apartment in the first place. I feel like it was for something very important. I’ll remember later. Right now, there’s absolutely nothing more important than her being in front of me, promising that my cock, which is swiftly filling once more at her touch, will be in her soon.
“So eager,” she says, her voice low and sultry. “Let’s see if we can get you hard again.”
I was definitely already on my way to being hard again. But her nimble fingers slide around my cock once more and I gasp as she tugs on it, gently at first and then more firmly. Blood swiftly rushes fast, and I’m suddenly so hard that it’s painful. She chuckles.
“Looks like you’re ready,” she breathes. “Almost.”
She leans back and rummages for a second. When she sits up, she’s holding a little packet in her hands. She rips it open with her teeth, her eyes locked on mine the entire time, and then she pulls out the condom within.
The sound of the rubber is arousing, reminding me of every other time I’ve had her naked against me. She slowly slides it down over my cock, and I hold as still as I can, not wanting to shoot another orgasm so soon, even as her fingers remain wrapped around the tip. Then she sits up and slips her wet panties off, dropping them to the floor.
I want her so bad. My hips buck up into her hand, telling her without words that I need her now. Her hand disappears and she straddles my hips, lifting herself onto her knees so that she’s hovering right over my erection. Her hand winds around my cock again, gently this time, positioning it.