A drop of arousal pearls the head. “Look what you did to me.” He grunts, his eyes like slits as he runs a hand along his cock then over that tempting drop of liquid.
I raise my chin, waiting.
He slides the arousal across my top lip. Then my bottom lip. Then leans closer. “Now, do a good fucking job and I’ll hire you again. Do it just like you saw when you were checking out my porn,” he says.
I am on fire. Pretty sure he is too. I’ve never had sex like this. This wild, this risqué, this…fun.
And I’m hungry for more of it. Tonight, tomorrow, and the next day too.
Right now, though, I want to show him how deeply I crave him.
As I take him down my throat, swirling my tongue along his length, desire throbs tightly in my core.
He’s at my mercy now and I take my turn at making him lose control, giving him a deep, enthusiastic blow job with loud, long slurps that seem to excite him more. Every noise I make earns me a groan, then a grunt.
I’m scorched, my skin sizzling everywhere.
I’m rocking my hips, fucking air. I slide a hand between my thighs, stroking myself as I go. The deeper I take him, the more he shakes and shudders. His thrusts grow wilder, faster. His moans louder. “Fuck, Ellie, baby,” he says, his voice strangled. “Play with my balls.” He sounds like he’s begging.
I fondle them, rolling them.
He shoves his cock deeper.
I gag, but I don’t want him to stop, and he knows it. I told him in advance to keep going, and I keep sucking voraciously.
Then, I wet my fingers one more time with my own juices. Right when he’s muttering my name and groaning so loudly I’m sure my neighbors will hear, I slide a damp finger below his balls, pressing it against his ass, then up.
He sings like a chorus of heavenly orgasm angels are flying inside him. “Oh god, oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes.”
With a wickedly satisfied grin, I drink him down. He’s salty and musky, and I love it.
When I drop him from my mouth, he’s panting savagely for a while. Then, he recovers, pats his thighs. “Get up here on my lap and straddle me.”
In a flurry, I climb onto his thighs, my legs spread. I’m so close already, and I’m dying for release.
The second he touches me, I’m riding the pleasure of his fingers till I’m shooting to the sky.
Then we’re kissing like mad, hungry beasts.
I feel that way with him and it’s…freeing.
It’s thrilling.
It’s everything I didn’t know I needed in bed.
Then, this connection becomes even more when we slow down, coasting into a slow, tender, sensual kiss. Somehow, the dirty games make the gentle moments more poignant, more powerful. His mouth never leaves mine. He cups my cheeks and bestows beautiful, slow-burn kisses all over my lips.
It feels like he’s claiming me.
Like every way he touches me—hard and rough, soft and gentle—is a mark. He’s marking me as his.
That’s a crazy thought. I can’t be his after two nights of uninhibited sex.
I just can’t.
But I can enjoy it for tonight.
When he breaks the kiss, he strokes a hand down my bare arm. “That’ll teach you to look at my porn.”