“Will you sing it for me?” She whispers against my lips. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I lean in further, tentatively melding my lips with hers. She tastes like vodka and cherries and everything I’ve dreamed of since she walked away. Her hands wrap around my shoulders as she deepens the kiss. Her mouth opens to mine as her tongue duels against mine. This is better than any line I’ve ever snorted and any pill I’ve ever taken, her body close to mine is a drug I’ll always be addicted to. In one motion, she throws her leg over mine, locking my legs under her as our lips devour each other’s. Her knees sit on either side of my hips as she slowly rocks her hips, her center grinds against my thickening cock, the fabric of the suit constricts the blood flow especially with her sitting on the poor guy, but I wouldn’t tell her to stop right now if my life depended on it. A small part of me wonders if I should stop this though, if I should pull back. I don’t need her to hate me in the morning.
“Where’d you go?” She asks against my lips.
“Just thinking.” I reply, pull her lips back into mine.
“About what?” She questions, her fingers fall to the buttons of her black shirt, and she pops each one slowly. When her cleavage comes into view, I lose all train of thought. I doubt I’d be able to tell you my name right now if asked. She pushes the shirt past her shoulders, and her tits sit in front of me. My hands stay plastered on her thighs as she moves to undo the straps of her bra. Woah, stop. Hold the phone. I grab her arms lightly as she tries to wrestle with the clasp.
“I don’t want you to regret this in the morning.” I whisper, more to myself than her. I know I won’t regret it, but I’m leaving tomorrow and she will still be here, alone.
“I’ve heard that before.” She winks, “I didn’t regret it then, and I won’t regret it now.”
“You’ve been drinking, babe. I’d love to sink into that wet pussy right now, but I can’t do that knowing you might hate yourself tomorrow.”
“I’m not drunk.” She coos against my lips. Her hands falling from her bra straps to my belt buckle. She pulls the black leather loosening the clasp. “I might hate myself in the morning, but let me live tonight. Please.”
Her eyes hold mine as her hand sinks into my slacks. Bristol palms my shaft, and I hiss at the contact.
“Jesus, I forgot how big you are.” She laughs lightly to herself as she strokes my length. Her fingers trail along the head, and her eyes widen comically.
“Did you get pierced?” She hisses, leaning back. I laugh as she tries to pop the button on the slacks, “let me see!”
I got pierced about a year after she left, Alex, Boston, and I were on a daring spree in Germany. I had to get a Prince Albert, but poor Boston ended up with a nipple ring with the tattoo of a bull behind it. Shits hilarious.
Once the button of my slacks is undone, she pulls at the zipper, ripping my pants off like a kid on Christmas morning. She tugs down the boxers, and my hard cock springs free. The shiny ball at the tip of my dick has a small bead of precum settling on it, and I watch as her mouth drops open in awe.
“If you’re going to leave your mouth open like that, I’m going to fill it.” I growl, giving my length a slow tug. Her hand joins mine as she scrambles from my lap to her knees in front of me. She leans forward, wetting her lips seductively, and wraps her lips around the head of my cock. The warmth of her mouth on my tip makes me want to shove forward, filling her mouth fully, but I don’t. I hold back, letting her get reacquainted slowly. She twirls her tongue around the tip, her eyes finding mine. Her pupils are blown with need, probably matching my own. She smiles around my length, slowly wetting more of me as she pulls me further into her wet heat.
“Fuck. Just like that, baby.” I praise. Her head starts to bob with enthusiasm as my hands find her long blonde hair. I use my hand on the back of her head to keep a steady rhythm, reveling in the feeling of her mouth on me. A familiar rush passes through me as she continues to suck, I’m going to come. I don’t want to come down her throat, I decide quickly. I grab the base of my dick and pull myself out of her mouth, but she chases me with her mouth, and I stifle a laugh.
“Get up here.” I snap, patting my naked thighs. She stands quickly before straddling me, her fishnets giving me a perfect view of her black thong and wet thighs.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask as I tease the seam of her panties with my index finger. Her hands meet mine as she grabs the fabric of her fishnets, tearing the flimsy material quickly. In one of the hottest moves I’ve ever seen, she pulls the black thong to the side and impales herself fully to the hilt with my length. Her tightness envelopes me as she sits fully seated on my cock. She gave herself no time to acclimate to the size, and from the look on her face, I’m guessing she wished she would have. Her mouth is open, and I can’t tell if it’s in rapture or in pain.
“You good?” I ask through gritted teeth, her pussy feels so fucking good I could blow right now.
“Gimme a sec.” She replies, panting. Each breath she takes, I feel her entire body quiver, squeezing me tightly, threatening to pull me apart.
“You can have all the secs.” I laugh at my pun. Even with my ridiculous joke, I feel like this is how it was always supposed to be. Bristol’s tight body wrapped around me, her skin touching mine sets me on fire.
“Don’t make me laugh,” she says, swatting my chest. “It hurts.”
“You feel so good, baby.” I say, starting to move in slow measured strokes. If I move too quickly, this will be over far too soon, and I want to enjoy every single second of being inside her again.
“So..do..you.” She pants as her body squeezes me tighter with each movement I make. I lean forward slightly and take her lips. Her hips start to rise and fall on their own accord as she rides me, both of us falling into a perfect rhythm, like we were never apart.
“Andrewwwww” she moans my name into my ear, and she clings to my shoulders. The fact that she used my name, my real one, not the stage name millions of people scream every night, means more to me than she will ever know. Her body pulses with the impending orgasm, her stomach muscles tighten and her pussy pulses, milking the orgasm from me. Bristol throws her head back as she falls over the cliff.
“Are you on birth control?” I whisper through clenched teeth. It’s easily the most unsexy thing to ask when you’re about to come, but I need to know if she’s okay with me blowing inside her or if I need to make other arrangements.
“Yes.” She moans, and I don’t know if she’s answering my question or she’s enjoying herself too much to care what I said. Fuck it. I grab her ass with both hands and pull her against my cock with brutal force. Her body slams against mine several times before I feel my balls draw up tight against my body.
“I’m gonna come, baby.” I growl.
“Come. Yes. Fill me up.” She shouts, each word punctuated with another thrust, and her dirty words are the straw that breaks the camel’s back. I pull her hips down one more time as my dick jerks, releasing string after string inside her.
“Oh my god.” I moan as the orgasm rolls through me. I cannot remember the last time sex felt this good. Bristol lays her forehead against my shoulder as we both catch our breath. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her tight as her body slowly sags into mine, and we come down from our high.
“I forgot.” She says after an extended period of time, I don’t know how long we’ve been sitting like this, but I felt myself start to doze off.