24 - Kayla #3
I smiled at him, and reached a hand up to his cock.
When I made contact, it twitched in my grasp, so close to my face.
I couldn’t contain the arousal that flooded my body.
I ran my fingers along his shaft, marveling at the feel of him.
So thick and hard. I could only imagine what it would feel like having him inside me.
I had imagined. More times than I’d admit to him, of course.
My hand barely fit around the base, and I gave a few experimental tugs, feeling the skin glide along the shaft of his cock, the jolt it gave in response, the glistening bead of precum forming at the tip once more.
“Fuck… Kayla…”
I liked the sound of my name in his mouth like this. With him wound up so tight for me. I liked hearing him crumble at my mercy. I kept stroking, reaching further into his shorts to fondle him, loving the way his balls reacted to my touch.
I leaned my head along his shaft as I continued to slowly jerk him off, looked into his eyes and unashamedly said, “You’ve got a really nice cock.”
“You have great taste.” His gaze burned into me, although the color in his cheeks deepened quite a bit. Which was cute.
I suddenly stopped stroking him. With little warning, I focused intently on his cock before sliding my tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft.
“Oh, God.”
Hearing him this way felt as if his hands were actually on me.
My pussy pulsed in response to it, and I had no choice but to move my other hand between my legs and do something about it.
I slid my tongue once more from the base of his cock to the tip, along the large vein before stopping at the head to take it into my mouth and suck.
“Fffuuuck..” He breathed, as I licked along his sensitive head and slit, relishing the way his cock throbbed in my hand, my mouth.
I covered the base by stroking my hand there while I bobbed my head up and down over his dick.
An obscene sound spilled from my full mouth, but I didn’t care because he was right here with me, riding the wave.
His fingers snaked into my hair, guiding me to take him deeper.
When I did, when the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, Michael groaned out loud, his thighs trembling.
I steadied my hand at his base to control the depth, the other gripping his hip hard enough to leave marks.
Then I felt it; a warm gush coated my tongue and ran down my throat.
I moaned around his thick cock as my pussy clenched again, a fresh surge of juices dripping down my inner thigh.
The cry that left his throat soon withered away as his cock lost some of its vigor, and he pulled his hips back to slide out of me.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” he rasped, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Well, this is far from over. So you can show me how it was supposed to go.”
He gripped my arms and lifted me to my feet, pushing me back until I was flush with the warm tiles again. “Is this what you had in mind?”
And he took that moment to slide two fingers between my slick folds, parting them to fit around my hard, aching clit. I sucked in a breath as he teased me like that, moving back and forth along my slit, his fingers lightly clamping the throbbing bundle of nerves there.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. There was a slight trembling in it too, with how hard he worked to contain his excitement.
“That’s all your fault.”
I claimed his mouth again, and this time the kiss was ravenous. My tongue rolled greedily over his, deeper and more determined than ever. The taste of his cum was still in my mouth, and seeing how turned on he was made me wet all over again.
His fingers glided easily now, totally covered in my arousal. And with every flick of my clit, he beckoned me closer and closer to climax. When my legs began to shiver, he stopped abruptly.
“Sit down.” Michael gently guided me to the bench. “I have to taste you. Is that okay?”
With my ass firmly planted on the warm wood, I kept my gaze locked on his as I spread my legs. His eyes dropped to the glistening slick of my pussy, and he licked his lips.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He angled his head between my thighs and finally used his tongue the way I’d been hankering for. He penetrated my folds and licked a long, flat line up to my clit.
“That’s good… Just like that…”
His pleasure reverberated through my pussy in a low groan that made me roll my hips in rhythm with the shockwaves it caused.
He circled in on my clit again and I rocked into the sudden pressure from his flat tongue.
A breathless whimper fluttered out of me, and I threw my head back, eyes closed to the pleasure.
When I finally let myself look down again, I felt my pussy pulse at the sight of Michael’s messy hair between my legs, his shoulders flexing as he moved his tongue over my clit. I couldn’t help but sink my hands into the long tresses, my grip tightening as I felt my climax get closer.
His hand crept around my hip and to my entrance, slowly testing before inserting one, then two fingers.
My thighs tensed as he curled them against my G-spot, making me gasp, my walls clenching around him.
The tighter I gripped his hair, the more he moaned against my pussy, and the more I saw his cock grow hard again.
“W— wait.” I pulled away from his mouth and gave his head a light tug. He gazed up before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing heavily. And fuck, that was hot.
“Did I do something wrong?”
I shook my head, bringing him to sit on the bench. “I want to come around you.”
I watched his brain short-circuit for a few seconds as I moved to straddle him where he sat.
I lowered myself so the head of his hard cock brushed against my aching pussy.
With my knees pushing into the wood, I lowered myself just enough to take in his tip, and already the stretch was evident.
We moaned in unison as I sank down all the way, my pussy walls pulsing with every inch taken.
The rocking started off stilted as my body took a moment to adjust to his size.
Then, using the exquisite way he filled me as my fuel, I rode him hard.
Up and down. Eventually lifting off his dick to see a line of my arousal connecting the tip of his cock to my wet pussy.
Michael was mesmerized, and even more turned on. He gripped my hips tightly to hold me in place, and pushed up to drive himself back into me. The bench creaked ominously beneath us as he worked up a steady rhythm, fucking me faster and harder as his control wore thin.
I was becoming impatient too, and ran my hands along his chest, down to his abs. Marveling at the way they flexed when I shifted ever so slightly.
I rolled my hips again, and he hummed in approval. Then I braced my hands on his chest and started to lift and lower myself onto his dick. He groaned into the new sensation, dipping his head to nip and suck at my neck.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this… Wanted you…” I whined, overcome with emotion I couldn’t figure out.
“I think I know,” he breathed. “Because I feel the same way.”
I continued to slowly ride him, loving the way his chest rumbled with his groans and the way his cock slid against my most sensitive spots.
I tried to pick up the pace, and my skin heated up even more when I felt his hands cling possessively to my ass.
Pushing me forward and backward on his cock and even helping me to lift up then fall back onto him when the switch came.
He split me open on his thick shaft, ramming into me with a desperation that was unraveling fast.
I clenched around him even tighter, just to hear him moan some more.
I loved the way his arms flexed as they guided me up and down, loved the way his abs moved as he rose his hips to meet mine.
Most of all, I loved the white-hot spark of desire I felt whenever he thrust into me so deeply it hit all the right spots.
His face contorted as his own pleasure reached a high, and I could tell by the way his fingers bruised my hips that we were veering close to the edge of oblivion yet again.
Michael bit back a smile before roughly grasping my hips and pulling me off his cock completely. There was no stifling the disappointed whimper that followed. The sudden emptiness and confusion. However, things became clear when he placed me on the bench beside him and laid me down on my back.
“Like this,” he said in brief warning before he pushed the thick head of his cock into my pussy once more.
I gasped his name again as he buried himself into me with one hard thrust.
“Fuck, Michael, you’re so— It’s so…”
He felt so much deeper, so much bigger in this position. Part of me wanted it to last forever. His cock felt good. The new angle, the dirty rhythm, and fuck, the view of him hovering over me like this made me want to come all over again.
Michael looked down at where we were connected and groaned at the sight of my juices coating his shaft. I took him so fucking well and could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t far behind me. He brought his thumb to my clit, determined circles coaxing me higher and higher.
I was on the verge of screaming as I wrapped my legs even tighter around his waist, losing myself in the way his skillful fingers and amazing cock were working my pussy so damn well.
I knew I wouldn’t last at this rate. When he applied two fingers, one on each side of my clit and ran them along my inner lips with just the right amount of pressure, I saw stars.
“Michael… Oh—” I gave little warning before coming all over his cock, glazing it with my juices until I turned into a shuddering mess beneath him.
He gave a few final thrusts into my over-sensitive pussy before snapping his hips particularly hard.
Just once. Shoving his entire cock inside me and staying there to finally let loose.
I felt the pulse and swell of his cock, as well as the warmth of his arousal that spilled into me.
He grunted through a series of jerks and tremors, then collapsed on top of me. Dazed and out of breath.
The weight of him was a physical anchor, a heavy, solid heat that pinned me to the tile as the steam continued its rhythmic hiss around us.
For the first time in years, the relentless gears of my brain that calculated grocery budgets, shifted through Gabe's lies, and braced for the next disaster, simply ground to a halt.
Relinquishing that iron-clad control felt less like a defeat and more like a long-overdue exhale. I closed my eyes, pressing my face into the damp crook of Michael's neck, finally letting myself be the one who was held instead of the one holding everything together.
“You’re not allowed to take this back,” he said, his voice muffled in my damp hair.
A tired laugh bubbled out of me.
If he only knew.