Using the Favorite Customer #4
Cassie nodded into the pillow.
“Say it.”
“Yes. Ride you. Then my side.”
Adam gave her six more deep strokes, enough to make her moan into the sheets, then eased out. The sudden empty made her twitch. He rolled onto his back and pulled her with him.
“Come here. Straddle me. I want to see your face this time.”
Cassie climbed on, knees bracketing his hips, and looked down at him in the dark. His cock stood wet against his stomach. She wrapped her hand around it and waited.
“Still yes?” he asked.
She sank down onto him in answer.
Cassie sank down onto him and stayed there.
Adam’s hands settled on her hips and did not lift. He let her take the weight, let her feel how deep he sat when she was the one in control. The room was still dark except for the street glow. Cassie planted her palms on his chest and started to move.
Slow at first. She rose until the head of his cock stretched her, then dropped, grinding her clit against him at the bottom of every stroke. The bed complained. Adam watched her face the way he had watched her write on the receipt.
“You set it,” he said. “I last. You use me until your thighs give out.”
Cassie used him. She found a rhythm that made her mouth fall open and stayed on it.
Her tits moved with every drop. Adam leaned up and sucked one nipple into his mouth, then the other, never taking the pace away from her.
When her legs started to burn she did not stop. She braced harder and kept riding.
“Talk to me,” she said.
“You’re soaked. I can hear you. You’re going to cum on my cock sitting up like this and I’m still not going to finish until you tell me.” He thumbed her other nipple. “The chain wants the apartment empty by the first. Same day you start that job. You thought about that when you wrote the number?”
“I thought about your mouth.” She dropped harder. “The rest came after.”
Adam’s laugh broke on a groan. He reached between them and rubbed her clit with his thumb, tight circles, matching her.
Cassie came with her head tipped back, a raw sound, her pussy locking down on him in hard pulls.
Her thighs shook. She kept moving through it until the shake turned into a genuine give.
Adam caught her before she folded.
“On your side. I’ve got you.”
He rolled them without pulling out. Cassie ended up facing the window again, his chest to her back, his cock still buried.
He lifted her top knee and hooked it over his thigh, opening her, and started to fuck her in short, deep strokes from behind.
One arm under her head. The other hand on her tit, then down to her clit when she reached back and put it there.
“This okay?”
“Yes. Stay like this.”
He stayed. The angle was lazy and filthy at the same time. Every thrust rocked her forward an inch on the sheet. Cassie watched the empty street and felt him throb inside her, still holding off. She reached back and grabbed his ass, pulling him in on every stroke.
“I don’t want this to be the only night,” she said into the dark.
Adam’s hips stuttered once, then settled.
“Then don’t get on that plane treating it like it was.” He kissed the back of her shoulder. “I’m not asking you to stay in this apartment over a store. I’m asking you not to pretend we only did this because the register was closed.”
Cassie pushed back on him.
“I’m not pretending.”
He rubbed her clit slower, almost mean with how exact it was, and she came again like that, quieter, shaking in his arms, her hand tight on his wrist. Adam held her through it and did not finish. He stayed inside her while her breathing evened out.
“Morning’s coming,” he said against her neck. “Store opens at six. I can take you once more on your back, then I want you in my lap facing the street. Last positions. You say when I cum.”
Cassie turned her head and found his mouth.
“Those two. Then you cum in me when I tell you.”
“Deal.”
He pulled out slow. Cassie felt the empty and the wet it left. Adam sat up against the headboard and pulled her into his lap, her back to his chest, both of them facing the blinds.
Outside, the sky was starting to go gray.
The sky went gray while Cassie was still in his lap.
Adam held her there, her back to his chest, both of them facing the blinds. He was not inside her yet. His cock rested against her ass, wet from everything they had already done. A delivery truck rolled past the corner. The store sign buzzed the way it always did at this hour.
“On your back first,” he said against her hair. “Then this. You still want both?”
“Yes.”
Cassie slid off him and lay down. The sheets were wrecked. Adam moved over her, hooked one of her legs over his elbow, and pushed into her in a single slow stroke that made them both go still. Dawn made his face easier to see. He looked tired and wrecked and focused.
He fucked her like that, deep and even, no rush left in it. Cassie kept her eyes open. Every time he bottomed out she felt it in her stomach. He reached between them and rubbed her clit with two fingers, not trying to drag another orgasm out of her so much as keep her right on the edge of one.
“You close?”
“I can be.”
“Then be. I want you to cum once more before I sit you in my lap.”
Cassie came with her heel in the small of his back and her mouth on his shoulder. It was smaller than the others and somehow worse for it. Adam kissed her through it and pulled out before he got anywhere near finishing.
“Up. Facing the glass.”
He sat against the headboard. Cassie climbed into his lap with her back to him, knees outside his, and reached down to put him in.
She sank onto his cock and watched the empty street through the half-open blinds.
Adam’s arms came around her, one across her tits, the other between her legs.
He held her still for a second, buried, then started to move her on him with his hands on her hips.
Short strokes. The kind that stayed deep. Cassie braced on his thighs and let him. A newspaper guy on a bike went by below. Neither of them cared.
“When I cum,” she said, “you cum. In me. That’s the word.”
“Say it when you mean it.”
He rubbed her clit in time with the way he lifted her. Cassie watched the sky go from gray to the first thin line of actual morning. The cooler downstairs kicked on one more time. She felt herself start to go and did not fight it.
“Now,” she said. “Cum in me.”
Adam’s forehead dropped to her shoulder.
He thrust up into her twice, hard, and came with a sound she had not heard out of him all night, pulsing inside her, filling her while her own orgasm pulled around him.
Cassie held onto his wrists and took it.
He kept moving through it until there was nothing left, then stayed joined, breathing against her neck.
They sat like that while the street got lighter.
Cassie felt him soften and did not climb off. His cum leaked around his cock onto his thighs. She looked at the Vargas Mart sign and thought about the letter of intent and the studio start date and the number she had written on the back of a receipt at 11:47.
Adam’s mouth brushed her shoulder.
“Store opens in less than two hours.”
“I know.”
“Your number’s in my phone. Mine’s in yours. That doesn’t change because the sun came up.”
Cassie turned her head and kissed him, slow, tasting salt and the night.
“I’m still getting on that plane in fourteen days.”
“I know that too.” He tightened his arms around her. “Doesn’t mean this was only the alley and the fridge and the floor.”
Downstairs something thunked. A vendor, early. Adam did not move to get dressed.
Cassie stayed in his lap with him still inside her and watched the corner wake up.
The vendor knocked on the back door.
Adam cursed into Cassie’s shoulder and still did not pull out of her right away. She felt him slip free on his own, a slow wet leave that made her hiss. His cum ran down her thigh onto the sheet.
“Stay here,” he said. “I’ll get rid of him.”
Cassie lay on her side and listened. Feet on the stairs. The metal door. A short exchange about bread and the time. Adam came back up two minutes later in yesterday’s jeans, no shirt, keys in his fist.
“He’s stacking. I’ve got twenty minutes before I have to be behind the counter.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “You want the shower for real this time, or you want to put your clothes on and walk out past the delivery guy?”
“Shower. Then I walk out the front like I bought something.”
Adam almost smiled.