Chapter 35 - Roxie #2
Milo, ever the master of teasing, didn’t let me have all the fun.
He lowered me onto his face and his tongue found my clit, and he began to lick it gently, matching the pace of my mouth on his cock.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. I moaned loudly, my body arching as pleasure coursed through me.
His touch was perfect and he knew just how to drive me wild.
I sucked him harder. I took him deeper. His tongue increased its pace, teasing and taunting my sensitive bundle of nerves. The heat built rapidly, and I could feel another climax growing closer. My pussy was drenched, and I could feel myself beginning to lose control.”
“Yes,” Milo purred into my lower lips. “Come on my face, Roxie.”
Just as I was about to peak, his tongue, warm and wet, found my clit, and he licked and sucked with a skill that left me breathless.
The combination of his mouth on my pussy and my mouth on his cock was too much, and I came hard, my body shaking as I drove my hips down, grinding against his face like he was my own personal vibrator.
My cries echoed throughout the tour bus, and although I couldn’t hear his own pleasure, I could feel Milo moaning into me as he savored my bliss.
He didn’t miss a beat, his tongue continuing its sacred work, keeping me on the edge. I rode out my orgasm, my body quivering, and he held me there until it eventually ebbed and my legs turned to rubber.
Milo was ready; he spun me around with surprising strength and flopped me down next to him.
As I recovered, I felt his cock, still hard and ready, pressing against my thigh. I could sense his need, his desire to take me further. I leaned up, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss, and I tasted myself on his mouth and tongue.
“I’m not done with you,” he whispered. “Not even close.”
He positioned himself on top of me and drove forward, his cock filling me with a satisfying stretch.
The sensation was intense and I couldn’t help but moan softly with every thrust. His gaze remained locked on mine as I wrapped my legs around him.
I pulled him closer, our bodies aligned like they’d always known where to meet.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he exhaled.
“I was thinking the same thing,” I purred back at him.
His hand gripped my thigh and I felt the strength in his arms as he pulled me closer, driving himself deep inside of me. Each thrust was deliberate, powerful, and full of unrestrained need. Our breath mingled in the tight space and mixed with the scent of arousal overtaking us both.
I’m fucking the drummer, I thought as his tongue lashed out, demanding entrance to my mouth. I’ve fucked the whole band, excluding Vi.
And it didn’t feel wrong at all. It felt so wonderfully right.
I couldn’t resist the urge to tease Milo some more—he seemed like the kind of guy who liked that during sex. I leaned forward, my breasts pressing up against his chest, and I whispered, “You like that? Feeling me so tight around you?”
My voice was low and sultry, and I knew it had the desired effect.
Milo’s eyes flared with a wild intensity and he responded with a growl, “Fuck yeah. You feel so goddamn good.”
His hand moved to my hip, gripping me tighter, and he began to thrust harder, his pace increasing.
The sensation of his cock filling me, the heat of his body against mine, and the knowledge that we were doing this in my bunk on the tour bus, all combined to create an electric atmosphere.
I could feel my own need building, my pussy clenching around him, urging him on as another, more powerful climax neared.
“I want to feel you deeper,” I pleaded. “Harder, Milo.” My voice was hoarse with need.
He obliged, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the effort it took for him to hold back, to not lose control. His thrusts became more erratic, his muscles strained. I matched his rhythm, my legs tightening around his waist.
Nothing else in the world existed. Our bodies occupied center stage. I could feel the sweat on our skin, the slickness of our bodies sliding against each other, and the intense heat building between us. Milo’s hand left my hip, and he cupped my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “It’s insane how hot you are.”
His words stirred a restless, buzzing warmth in me and I felt my climax building, coiling tighter.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back, wanting the moment to last just a bit longer, but the pleasure was too intense.
I couldn’t resist any longer, and with a sharp cry muffled in his neck, I came, my body convulsing around him.
Milo’s eyes widened, and he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he fought his own climax. He held me tight as I came undone, his hands gripping my waist, and I could feel his cock twitching inside me. But just as he was about to release, he pulled out, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
“Not yet,” he panted, his voice hoarse. “I want you to ride me.”
I was left panting, my body still trembling from the aftermath of my orgasm, and I didn’t know if my legs would work.
I climbed on top of Milo, positioning my hips above his hard length.
His eyes were intense, focused on me, as I slowly lowered myself onto his cock with trembling legs.
The feeling of him filling me was incredible, and I let out a soft moan as I took him in, inch by inch, impaling myself on his cock.
I began to ride him, setting a steady rhythm that I hoped would help him last a little longer.
Milo’s hands found their way to my hips, fingers digging into me, guiding my movements.
He urged me on, encouraging me to take control, and I did, leaning forward, my breasts brushing against his face.
The vibrator, which I had placed aside, was back in my hand, and I slid it between us until it found my clit, the buzzing sensation enhancing the pleasure like a bass joining a drumbeat.
I rode him harder, my breasts bouncing with each movement, and Milo’s hands gripped my hips, steadying me while allowing me the freedom to move as I pleased. We were in our own little world in that confined space, a cocoon of erotic ecstasy.
My body tightened, the pleasure building rapidly. The combination of his cock stretching me, the vibrator’s buzz, and the intense eye contact we shared was all too much. I could feel my release approaching and I moaned, my voice raw with desire.
“Oh God, Milo, I’m close,” I panted, my eyes closing as I focused on the sensations. “Oh fuck…”
Milo’s eyes never left mine, and he took the vibrator from me and held it in place as I braced myself against him. I felt his cock pulse inside me, urging me on as I rode him. The vibrator’s buzz intensified, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My breath caught as I came, my body shuddering violently. The vibrator buzzed fiercely against my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. I collapsed against Milo’s chest, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Milo’s eyes were dark with need, and he thrust up into me, his cock hard and relentless. Our bodies moved as one, relying on instinct and sensation rather than thought. I could feel his own climax building, and his thrusts became more urgent, more desperate.
“If you keep moving like that, I’m not surviving this,” he said.
“Good,” I said, my eyes closing as I savored the extended pleasure. “It’s your turn. Come for me.”
His jaw clenched and his chest heaved. “Rox…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m… fuck, I’m…” His eyes widened.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, come for me, please…”
I felt him thrust deep, and then he froze, his eyes fluttered shut as he released, his cock pulsing as quickly as the vibrator.
Then he sucked in a breath and let it out in a cry of ecstasy that began low but quickly became a roar.
I braced him by a shoulder and rode him harder, tightening my inner muscles around his hard length, feeling him explode inside of me, until eventually—after what felt like an eternity—his spasms ceased.
I collapsed forward, my legs numb from effort.
He held me tight, his breath hot on my neck.
I could feel his warmth spreading within me.
We stayed like that for a moment. Our breathing heavy, our hearts pounding like two sets of drums. I savored the sensation, knowing that moment was ours, hidden away in the confines of the bunk.
Milo’s hands moved over my body like he was exploring me for the first time, caressing me gently, and he pulled me closer. “Well,” he said lightly, “that just became my new favorite memory.”