Chapter Seven Red’s Hot Yoga #3
Red let out a long, ragged exhale, his chest heaving under her head.
He laughed, but it was a breathless, weary sound.
"Darlin', you're gonna be the death of me.
I mean it. My heart is kickin' like a mule in a stall with a wasp’s nest. If I try to go another round right now, I might just expire right here on these yoga mats. "
Melody pouted, lifting her head to look at him. His face was flushed, and she could feel the heat radiating off his skin. He did look exhausted, his eyes heavy-lidded and his white hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.
"Awww, poor Grandpappy," she cooed, tracing a finger down his sternum, through the mat of white chest hair, and down toward his belly. "Too tired to keep up with me?"
"Just... just give me five minutes," Red wheezed, closing his eyes. "Gotta catch my breath."
Melody’s gaze drifted lower. His cock was mostly soft now, lying heavy and dormant against his thigh, sticky with the evidence of their previous round. Even soft, it was an impressively thick, weighty piece of meat that she craved.
"I don't want to wait five minutes," she whispered, a mischievous glint in her blue eyes.
Red opened one eye, peering down the length of his body. "Sugar, what are you..."
His question died in his throat as Melody leaned down and took him into her hands. She didn't hesitate. She wasn't delicate. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and ran her tongue straight up the underside, from his hairy balls to the sensitive, purple head.
"Oh... oh, lord," Red groaned, his hips twitching involuntarily.
Melody smiled against his skin. She loved the taste of him, especially after fucking.
He was musky, salty, but with a hint of her own sweetness.
He tasted like old sweat and raw sex. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the crown, lapping up the remaining traces of her own fluids that coated him.
She began to bob her head, slowly at first, teasing him back to life. She sucked hard on the downstroke, her cheeks hollowing, creating a vacuum seal that pulled the blood back into his shaft. She could feel him growing in her mouth, thickening, lengthening, responding to her hunger.
"Yeah, that's it," she mumbled around him, her eyes fluttering closed. "Get hard for me."
She added her hand to the mix, stroking the shaft in rhythm with her mouth. Slurp. Squelch. Slurp. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the quiet room, underscored by the rumble of thunder outside.
Red wasn't lying still anymore. He also wasn’t interested in Melody climbing on top of him to ride his cock. His hands had found their way into her blonde hair, gripping the strands, guiding her.
"Damn, you got a mouth on you," he hissed. "Suck it, darlin'. Suck the life out of me."
She used a lot of spit, letting it pool in her mouth and overflow down his shaft, making him slick and shiny. She twisted her hand as she stroked, milking him, treating his cock like the prize it was.
Outside, the storm intensified. A massive crack of thunder shook the windows, the glass rattling in the frames. The lightning flashed brighter, illuminating Melody’s head bobbing furiously between Red’s legs.
Red arched his back off the mats, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. "Oh, God! Melody! Not so fast... I can't..."
"Don’t hold back," she thought, ignoring his plea. She wanted his cum. She wanted to taste it.
She went all in. She grabbed his ass with her free hand, pulling him deeper into her face. She gagged slightly as his tip hit the back of her throat, but she pushed through it, her eyes watering. She bobbed faster, harder, sucking with everything she had.
"I'm gonna blow!" Red shouted, his fingers tangling painfully in her hair. "I'm gonna shoot! Open up!"
Melody pulled back just an inch, giving him room to erupt but keeping him firmly in her mouth. She stared up at him, her blue eyes wide and eager, waiting for the show.
His hips jerked violently.
The first gush hit her tongue, hot and thick.
Melody hummed with pleasure, swallowing it down instantly.
He erupted into her mouth, pumping hard, a powerful geyser of cum that coated her tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth.
It was warm and salty, a copious amount that forced her to gulp to keep up.
"Yeah! Drink it!" Red cried, his body shaking. "Drink your Grandpappy's cream!"
She drank every drop. She licked his head clean as the flow turned to dribbles, swirling her tongue around the sensitive slit to catch the last dregs. She didn't pull away until he was completely empty, his cock softening rapidly in her mouth.
She sat back, wiping a stray drop of cum from the corner of her lip with her thumb and sucking it into her mouth. She smiled at him, her face flushed, her tummy full of cum, her pussy still leaking, and her hair a mess.
"Better?" she asked, her voice husky.
Red stared at her, chest heaving, looking blissfully happy. The storm raged against the glass, wind and rain lashing the building, but inside, in the quiet aftermath, there was only the sound of their breathing.
"Melody," he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. "I ain’t been better in 50 years.”