Our Turn

She moans at my words, and I take another bite of her neck on the other side. She’s making these little magical sounds as I work my teeth into her and her fingertips dig into the sides of my head, tearing at my hair.

“That’s it, baby. Let it go. Give it to me. I need it.”

It’s about a thousand degrees where our flesh is melting against each other, and she cries out. I look into her eyes because I need to see her right now. I need to take in this moment and commit it to memory forever.

“Yes, baby,” I groan as I thrust upward, feeling her body gush and watching her eyes close as she throws her head back.

A fierce growl comes out of me as her eyes go from closed to wide and her legs start to shake. Her knees clasp against my hips and her face flushes, mouth dropping open and my name is on her lips, making me lose the slightest bit of control I had left.

We buck and grind together as she cums and my cock pumps my cum out and onto the fabric of our clothes. Her body seizes up, her fingers twisting in my hair as she rocks her hips against me and more cum pulses out of my cock. I’ve never come so hard and long in my life, and it makes me fear what will happen when I finally get inside her. I might die.

I can’t help myself when I reach between us, running my fingers up and down the tip of my cock where we have our combined pleasure and bring it to her lips, painting us on her there.

When she opens her mouth, her eyes burning with desire, and sucks my fingers inside, my body lurches and I cum again.

“Such a good girl,” I rumble as she closes her lips around my fingers and sucks. My cock is throbbing, my balls are drawn so tight they are painful as I grind my teeth together until my jaw pops.

The thought of pumping my seed inside her pounds in my head like a drum and keeps my cock as hard as an iron bar.

When she finally comes down, and her breathing steadies, I take my fingers from her mouth and smooth her hair back from her warm cheeks.

My cock needs more; he’s far from done with her. And all I can think about is getting her back home and claiming her completely.

Home.

When she smiles, I melt.

“We made a sort of a mess,” she giggles and slides herself up and down my cock, pressing it hard against my stomach. “And you’re still hard. Isn’t it supposed to…” She shrugs and bobs her head back and forth, lowering her voice to continue, “…like, not be hard after?”

“I don’t think my cock will ever not be hard again.” I cup her cheek with my hand.

“Why do you think all this is happening? I mean, us. It’s like I’ve known you forever. I don’t understand it.”

“I guess it was just our turn. I didn’t even know I wanted a turn, but now that I’ve got you, I’m not giving up. I want my turn to be happy. With you.”

Her cheeks light up, and her eyes sparkle. “Me too.”

“Good. Now, let’s get the hell out of here. I’m taking you home.”

8

NICCI

GEO BUTTONS HIS SUIT jacket as we make our way through the restaurant. I feel like everyone is looking at us but I’m so high from my orgasm and just being next to him I barely care.

I’m fairly shocked at myself as well. I’m a very dirty girl.

Who knew?

Geo is dead eyeing any man that looks my way as he guides me, hand on my back, through the tables and into the bar area which you have to pass through to get to the front door.

“Shit.” I hear Geo say, and I flip my head up to see the strain on his face.

“What’s wrong?” I look him up and down, making sure the cum mess we made on the front of his slacks is not too evident. I dipped my napkin in ice water and did my best to spot clean his dark slacks before we left the table, but well…I could have missed some.

But when I follow his gaze, I see a man sitting at the bar where we are about to pass.

“Baby,” he stalls, turning me toward him. “Wait here. Two seconds, I have to talk to someone. Business.” He leans down and kisses me on the top of my head, his hands on my upper arms positioning me next to an empty table near the wall. He holds up two fingers and clears his throat, turning and walking toward an older gentleman who looks nervous but waves at Geo.

As he gets closer, the man stands, shoving his hands down into the front pockets of his pants and pulling them inside out. He shrugs, and Geo gets within a foot of him when the man throws his hands up and starts gesticulating and talking a mile a minute but so quiet there’s no way I can catch a word of it.