Using the Favorite Customer #2
“You taste like you already came twice,” he said into her. “I want a third before you sit on me.”
“Then take it.”
He hooked his fingers and sucked her clit at the same time.
Cassie’s heel slipped on the cabinet. He pinned her hips with a forearm after she shoved herself toward his face.
The sounds were filthy and wet. Downstairs the cooler hummed through the floorboards.
Adam added a third finger and stretched her while his tongue worked tight circles.
He backed off every time her thighs started to shake, licking her hole instead, breathing on her clit, making her wait.
Cassie pulled his hair.
“Stop teasing.”
“Ask.”
“Make me cum on your tongue.”
He sealed over her and sucked. Cassie came with her mouth open under the overhead light, a raw sound, her pussy clamping on his fingers. He kept them in her and licked her through it until she twitched and said, “Up. Now.”
Adam stood. Cassie slid off the counter onto her knees before he finished wiping his mouth. The linoleum stuck to her skin. She took his cock in both hands and looked up.
“Still yes?”
She answered by licking herself off the head, then taking him to the back of her throat.
Adam’s hand settled in her hair and stayed loose.
Cassie sucked him sloppy on purpose. Spit ran down his shaft and onto her tits.
She stroked what she could not fit and gagged once, then again, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock when she pulled back. She went right down again.
“Fuck.” His voice was wrecked. “Every night you left I thought about this kitchen. You on the floor. My cock in your throat. Tap if you need out.”
She tapped his thigh once to show she could, then took him deeper instead. Adam’s stomach flexed. He lasted. He always lasted. Cassie hollowed her cheeks and looked up while spit dripped off her chin.
He eased her off by the jaw when she tugged his wrist.
“Couch. You on top. Face me first.”
The couch sagged and smelled like the same detergent as his shirt. Adam sat. Cassie straddled him, reached between them, and sank down in one long slide. Both of them made a sound. He held her hips and did not lift her. He let her take the weight.
“Christ, you’re still tight.”
Cassie planted her hands on his chest and rode him.
Slow at first. She rose until only the head stayed inside, then dropped, her clit dragging his pubic bone on every downstroke.
The springs complained. Adam leaned in and sucked a nipple into his mouth, letting her set the pace.
His tongue flicked. His teeth scraped just enough.
Cassie sped up. The wet slap of her ass on his thighs filled the room.
“Turn around,” he said against her skin. “I want to watch it from behind. Only if you want.”
She lifted off, turned, and sank back down reverse.
Adam groaned like he had been punched. He spread her cheeks with both hands and watched his cock disappear into her over and over.
Cassie braced on his knees and fucked herself on him.
He reached around and found her clit with two fingers, rubbing in tight circles.
“That’s you using me,” he said at her ear. “Keep going. I can last. I want you to cum on it like this.”
The angle hit different. Every drop of her weight drove him against that same spot inside her.
Cassie came with her head thrown back against his shoulder, a broken moan, her pussy milking his cock in hard pulls.
Adam held her through it and did not finish.
His hips stayed still until she stopped shaking.
Cassie sagged forward, still full of him, breathing hard. He kissed the back of her shoulder.
“Still with me?”
“Yes.”
He rocked up into her once, shallow. “Window next. Blinds half open. You said you wanted the street. That still true?”
Cassie reached back and found his thigh.
“Yes. Hands and knees. Facing the glass.”
Adam’s laugh was low and wrecked.
“Then get off me slow so I can look at the mess. Then I’m putting you right there.”
She lifted off him. His cock left her with another wet sound. Cassie felt herself drip onto his stomach. Adam looked at it like he planned to put it right back.
Outside the street was empty. Inside the kitchen light was still on.
Cassie got off him slow, the way he asked.
His cock left her with a wet sound that made her bite her lip. She stood on the rug in front of the couch, thighs shiny, and waited while Adam shoved his jeans the rest of the way off. He sat there a second longer looking at the mess on his stomach, then dropped to the floor and reached for her.
“Down here,” he said. “On your back. Ankles up if you want them there.”
Cassie lowered herself onto the rug. It was thin and a little rough under her shoulders. Adam knelt between her legs, hooked her ankles over his shoulders, and lined up. He waited with the head of his cock resting against her.
“Yes?”
“Yes. Put it in.”
He pushed into her in one long stroke that made her arch off the floor.
The new angle drove him deeper than the couch.
Cassie grabbed his forearms. Adam braced over her and started to move, slow and heavy, every thrust sliding her an inch up the rug.
The kitchen light still reached them. She could see the wet shine on his cock every time he pulled back.
“Look at you,” he said. “Taking it like you waited four months for the floor of a shitty apartment.”
“I did.”
He fucked her like that until her breath went ragged, then folded her tighter, pressing her knees toward her chest.
The stretch burned sweet. Cassie felt every inch.
Adam reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb, matching the pace of his hips.
She came with her ankles still on his shoulders, a sharp sound, her pussy clamping down so hard he had to grind through it.
He did not finish. His jaw was locked. He kept stroking into her until she twitched and said, “Wait. Flip me.”
Adam pulled out. Cassie rolled onto her hands and knees facing the window before he could ask again.
The blinds were already half open. The street below was empty except for a parked truck and the glow of the corner sign.
Adam moved behind her, spread her knees wider with his, and pushed back into her from behind.
Cassie dropped to her forearms. The new angle hit different. He held her hip with one hand and reached around with the other, two fingers finding her clit immediately.
“You wanted the glass,” he said. “Watch the street while I fuck you. If anyone walks by they get a shadow. You still good with that?”
“I’m good. Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He took her in long, deep strokes that made her tits swing.
Cassie stared at the empty asphalt and the buzzing sign and felt his cock drag along that same spot inside her on every pass.
The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the room.
Adam’s fingers stayed steady on her clit.
He leaned over her back and bit the place where her neck met her shoulder, not hard enough to mark unless she asked, just enough to make her moan.
“You’re dripping on the rug,” he said against her skin. “I can hear it. You going to cum like this with the blinds open?”
“Yes.”
He sped up only a little. Cassie came again with her forehead on her hands, a broken sound into the floor, her arms shaking.
Adam held her up by the hips and kept fucking her through it, still hard, still controlled.
He reached forward and gathered her hair in one fist, not pulling, just holding it off her face so she could keep looking at the street if she wanted.
Cassie looked.
A car passed. The headlights swept the glass and were gone. Adam never missed a stroke.
“Still with me?”
“Yes.”
He slowed, almost all the way out, then pushed back in to the root and stayed there, pulsing inside her.
Cassie pushed back on him, asking for more without words.
He gave her more. He fucked her like that until her knees ached and her voice went hoarse, then eased out and rolled her onto her side so they both faced the window.
He spooned up behind her, lifted her top knee, and slid back in from that angle. One arm under her head. The other hand on her tit, pinching the nipple in time with his hips. Cassie reached back and grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper.
“Window’s enough,” she said. “I want the shower after this. Hot water. Your cock in my mouth on the tile. Then you fuck me against the wall.”
Adam’s laugh was low and wrecked against her neck.
“Then we finish this position first. You cum one more time on the floor and I’ll carry you there.”
Cassie turned her head and kissed him over her shoulder, messy and open. He rubbed her clit again, slower now, and she came a third time with his name in her mouth and the empty street still watching through the half-open blinds.
Adam stayed inside her while she shook. He still had not finished.
“Shower,” she said when she could talk.
“Shower.”
He pulled out, stood, and offered his hand. Cassie took it. They left the rug ruined and the kitchen light on.
The bathroom was the size of a closet.
Adam reached past her and turned the water on.
It took a few seconds to go hot. Steam crawled up the cheap plastic liner.
Cassie stepped in first. The spray hit her tits and ran down the mess already on her thighs.
Adam followed, shut the curtain, and boxed her in with his body. There was nowhere to put their elbows.
“Still yes on all of it?” he asked. Water sheeted off his shoulders. “Hands, mouth, wall.”
“Yes. Soap me first.”
He took the bar from the dish. It smelled like the same detergent as the rest of the apartment, plain and clean.
He worked it between his palms and started at her throat, then her tits, thumbs dragging over her nipples until they peaked again.
Cassie braced a hand on the slick tile. He soaped lower, over her stomach, then between her legs, two fingers sliding through her folds just to clean her and then staying there because she opened her stance for him.
He turned her to face the wall. The water hit her back.
Adam soaped her ass, then pushed two slick fingers into her pussy from behind and fucked her with them while his other hand reached around and rubbed her clit.
Cassie dropped her forehead to the tile.
The stall was so tight his cock rested against the cleft of her ass, hard and ignored.