“Fuck, Songbird, you keep squeezing me like that, and we won’t need this room for the whole hour.”
“Or,” I gasp, “you could eat me on the table until you’re ready to go again.” I’m generous like that.
“Baby, you have the best ideas.” He slaps the side of my ass, squeezing and drilling home.
“I do—oh my god—don’t I?” I grip his arm and brace a hand on the wall, curling forward, coming again, trembling and shaking in his hold.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He slips out, turns me around, lifting and slamming into me, holding and holding as I clench around him. “Never tire of feeling you come on my cock, baby.”
“Never tire of coming on your cock, Dually.” Truly. They should make this an Olympic sport. We’d win. I’m positive.
Still seated inside me, arms wrapped around me, he exits the shower and lays me on one of the massage tables sideways so my head is hanging off. He grips my hips and fucks me relentlessly. I search for something to hold on to, but when I find nothing substantial, I grip my knees, holding my legs open, sending him deeper.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans. “That… is spectacular.”
Spectacular? I’d laugh if my upside-down view wasn’t messing with my head, my equilibrium, sending pleasure to all my hot spots. “Lan.”
“I got you.” He grips one breast and beats a rhythm into me. “Gonna fuck your mouth just like that after you come again.”
Oh fuck. Yes.
“You’re clenching me. Does that mean you like that idea, baby? You want me fucking your mouth, tasting your juices all over me?”
“Dually!” My orgasm hits so hard, I lose sight, my ears ring, and the only sensation is the pleasure of his cock filling me as he rubs my clit, sending ripples of ecstasy along my nervous system.
“Open, baby.” Something wet and warm nudges my lips.
I open my eyes to sight of Landry’s cock and balls in my face. I grip his sides and pull him closer as I tilt farther back. “Don’t kill me.” Kinda teasing. Kinda not.
I’m incredibly vulnerable in this position. He could easily choke my airways as he fills my mouth with short thrusts. A lesser man would get off on that.
He massages my breasts and down my stomach. “I got you, Taylor. You tap me if I go too deep.” He squeezes my hand on his waist. “Okay?”
I mumble my okay around his cock, making him groan, “Fuck. Hum a few lines while you suck, Songbird.”
I’m so turned on by the idea of driving him crazy. I start humming the first song that comes to mind, “Always Been You.”
His grip on my breasts is tight as he squeezes my nipples and twists, making me moan, messing up my song. He doesn’t stop thrusting, and I don’t stop moaning when one hand travels down my stomach to my slippery wet center, sliding along my slit, around my opening and back to my clit, over and over in time with his cock slipping in and out of my mouth.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good.” Nipple pinch. “So primed.” Slip inside and out to my clit. “I want to fill all your holes at once.”
Gah, yes. I want that too. His dirty talk has me ready to blow.
“Wrap your lips around your teeth when you come. Don’t bite my cock off.”
Never. I suck him harder, deeper, begging him to come down my throat as his fingers work me. My feet placed firmly on the table, I raise my hips, flexing them, forcing his fingers deeper, touching that spot only his cock can set off. He pumps faster—his fingers and his cock.
“Gonna come. Want you with me.”
A strangled cry escapes when I feel the first stream of cum down my throat. It’s my trigger. Convulsing, I explode around his fingers, gripping him tightly as he growls his release.
Spent, he slips from my mouth. Then he picks me up, lying on the table with me splayed out on top him. “Gonna fuck you one more time, Songbird, once I catch my breath.”
I pant, trying to catch my own air and close my eyes. “I’ll hop right on that dick as soon as I can move.”
He chuckles and skates his fingers down my back, making me arch, pressing into him. “Love you, Songbird.”
“Love you, Dually.”