Using the Favorite Customer #3
“You want these fingers or you want my mouth on the floor of this thing?” he asked at her ear.
“Fingers until I say. Then I drop.”
He worked her that way until her legs started to shake, then pulled his hand away. Cassie turned in the tiny space, water in her eyes, and went to her knees on the wet tub floor. The porcelain bit her skin. She didn’t care. She took his cock in both hands and looked up through the spray.
“Tap the wall if you need out.”
She nodded and took him into her mouth. The water made everything louder and sloppier.
Spit and shower water ran down her chin and onto her tits.
Cassie gagged on the first deep stroke and stayed there anyway, throat working, eyes watering.
Adam’s hand found the back of her head and rested there.
He did not shove. He let her set the depth.
“Fuck, look at you,” he said. Steam made his voice thicker. “On your knees in my shower after I just had you on the floor. You still want me to use your throat?”
Cassie pulled off long enough to say, “Use it,” then went back down. He gave her a few controlled thrusts, shallow enough that she could take them, wet enough that the sound bounced off the tile. She gagged again. Spit strung from her lips to his cock when she came up for air. She went right back.
Adam eased her off by the chin before he got close.
“Stand up. Face the wall. Leg up if you can find room.”
Cassie stood. There was barely space. She planted one foot on the edge of the tub and braced both hands on the tile.
Adam stepped in behind her, lined up, and pushed into her in one slow slide that punched a sound out of both of them.
The water ran down her back and over the place they were joined.
He held her hip and started to fuck her standing, short strokes because the stall would not allow anything else.
Cassie pushed back on him. He reached around and found her clit with soapy fingers, rubbing in tight circles while he thrust. The angle was brutal and perfect. Every stroke lifted her onto her toes.
“You’re going to cum on my cock in this tiny fucking shower,” he said against her wet hair. “Then I’m taking you to the bed and doing it slow. You want that?”
“I want that. Make me cum first.”
He did. Cassie came with her mouth open against the tile, a raw sound swallowed by the water, her pussy clamping down on him so hard he had to grind through it.
Adam held her up by the waist and kept moving, still hard, still not finished.
He bit her shoulder the way he had at the window, just enough.
When her leg started to shake he pulled out, shut the water off, and shoved the curtain aside. Cassie stood there dripping, breathing hard. Adam grabbed a towel that was not big enough for two people and ran it over her without really drying her.
“Bed,” he said. “I want you on your back with the light off this time. I want to hear you instead of see the street. That okay?”
Cassie took the towel out of his hands and dropped it.
“Lead.”
They left wet footprints down the short hall. The kitchen light was still on behind them. The bed was unmade. Adam did not reach for the switch.
The mattress dipped when Cassie sat.
Adam did not turn the lamp on. Street glow through the half-open blinds was enough. He stood at the edge of the bed and looked at her the way he had looked at the receipt, like he was still giving her a chance to change the next minute.
“On your back,” he said. “I want my mouth on you again before I fuck you slow. You want that, or you want me in you now?”
“Mouth first.”
Cassie lay back. The sheets smelled like him.
Adam climbed on, spread her thighs with his palms, and settled between them.
He did not rush. He kissed the inside of one knee, then the other, then dragged his mouth up until his breath hit her clit.
Cassie reached down and put her hand in his hair.
He waited for the press of her fingers before he licked.
This time he was quieter. Long, flat strokes.
Then smaller ones. He pushed two fingers into her and curled them while he sucked, unhurried, like the store downstairs and the clock on the nightstand did not exist.
Cassie stared at the dark ceiling and felt every pass of his tongue.
The wet sounds were softer here than they had been in the kitchen or the shower. He built her up and did not back off.
“Adam—”
He hummed against her. Cassie came with her heels digging into the mattress, a low broken sound, her hand tight in his hair. He licked her through it until she tugged him up.
He crawled over her and kissed her. She tasted herself on his mouth. His cock rested heavy against her stomach, still wet from the shower and from her.
“Now,” she said.
He reached between them, lined up, and pushed into her slow. Cassie wrapped her legs around his waist. Adam dropped his forehead to hers and stayed there, buried, breathing with her.
“You feel that?” he asked, barely a voice.
“Yes.”
He started to move. Long strokes. Almost all the way out, then all the way in. No hurry. The bedframe tapped the wall in a quiet rhythm. Cassie kept her eyes open. So did he. Every time he bottomed out she felt it in her throat.
Halfway through a stroke she said it.
“I’m leaving in two weeks.”
Adam did not stop. He did not pull out. He went deeper on the next thrust and stayed there, grinding.
“Job?”
“Yeah. Out of state. I signed before I wrote my number on that receipt.”
He kissed her once, slow, then started moving again. Same pace. Same depth. His hand found hers on the sheet and laced their fingers.
“You still want the rest of tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m not stopping because of a date on a calendar.” He rolled his hips so the head of his cock dragged right where she needed it. “You can tell me more after you cum on me like this.”
Cassie did. The orgasm was quieter than the others, pulled out of her by the angle and the way he would not look away. Her pussy clenched around him in long pulls. Adam’s jaw flexed. He still did not finish. He fucked her through it and kept going, forehead on hers, until she could talk again.
“The store,” she said, breathless. “Your uncle. I heard you on the phone once when I was in the chips aisle.”
Adam’s rhythm stuttered for half a second, then settled.
“He’s selling. Chain offer. I find out next week if I still have a job or a box to pack.” He thrust in and held. “That’s my two weeks. Funny timing.”
Cassie tightened her legs around him.
“Don’t pull out. I didn’t tell you so you’d stop.”
“I’m not stopping.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “I’m going to turn you over in a minute and fuck you into this mattress until you can’t think about flights or for-sale signs. You want that?”
“Yes.”
He gave her a few more slow strokes first, deep enough that she made a sound every time he landed. Then he eased out, rolled her onto her stomach, and reached for the extra pillow.
“Hips up. Face in the sheets. Tell me if it’s too much.”
Cassie lifted. Adam slid the pillow under her and notched himself against her from behind, waiting.
Outside, a truck passed the empty street. Inside, he still had not cum.
Cassie lifted her hips.
Adam slid the pillow under her and ran a hand down her spine, waiting until she nodded into the sheets. He notched himself against her and pushed in from behind, slow, until his hips met her ass. The angle was deeper than the bed had been face-to-face. Cassie made a sound into the pillow.
“Too much?”
“No. Stay.”
He covered her with his weight. Chest to her back.
One forearm braced beside her head. The other hand gathered her hair and held it off her face, not pulling, just keeping it out of her mouth.
He started to move. Long, heavy strokes that pressed her into the mattress on every landing.
The pillow under her hips kept her clit from rubbing the sheets unless he reached for it, and he did not reach yet.
Cassie turned her face to the side so she could breathe. Street light cut a line across the floor. Adam’s breath was hot on her shoulder.
“Uncle signed the letter of intent last month,” he said between thrusts, voice low. “I find out Tuesday if the chain keeps the night shift or guts it. I didn’t tell you in the store because you were buying chips.”
Cassie pushed back on him.
“I heard enough. Keep talking or keep fucking. Both is fine.”
He gave her both. He fucked her into the pillow in a steady rhythm and told her the rest in fragments.
The offer was clean. The apartment above the store went with the lease.
If they took it, he had thirty days. Cassie listened with her eyes half-closed and her pussy clenched around him every time he bottomed out.
“Your turn,” he said. “The job.”
“Design studio. They want me there the first of the month. I already gave notice at my sublet.” She gasped when he changed the angle, a little steeper. “I wrote my number anyway.”
Adam’s hand tightened in her hair just enough to turn her face toward him. He kissed the corner of her mouth, messy because of the angle, and reached under her at last. Two fingers found her clit and rubbed in time with his hips.
“You going to cum with your face in my pillow while we talk about leaving?”
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. The orgasm hit her in a long roll, muffled by cotton, her whole body pulling tight under him. Adam held her through it and kept stroking, still hard, still measured. He eased his weight off her back just enough that she could drag air, then settled again.
Cassie reached back and grabbed his thigh.
“Again. Slower.”
He slowed. Almost all the way out. All the way in.
The wet sound was quieter than it had been in the kitchen and louder than it had been when he was on top of her face-to-face.
Cassie felt every inch. She told him the studio name.
He told her the chain’s name. Neither of them pretended it changed the fact that he was still inside her.
“I can last,” he said against her shoulder. “You know that by now. You want me to finish in you tonight or you want me to wait until you say.”
“Wait until I say.”
“Then I’m going to pull out in a minute and put you on my cock facing me. You ride until your legs shake. After that I want you on your side. You good with that order?”