Mechanic(9)By: Alexa Riley
A white pearl of cum beads at the end of my dick and drops onto her bottom lip. She licks it up, and I feel her warm tongue against my cock, and it makes another white pearl appear. She wiggles the point of her tongue into the hole of my cock as if she’s trying to get all of the flavor she can. When I see a bit of cum coat her tongue, she closes her eyes and moans at my taste. At the sight, I almost lose it. “Fuck,” I moan, closing my eyes tightly and trying to think about baseball. I don’t want it to be over yet. Jesus, I don’t ever want it to be over.
Suddenly, I feel her warm mouth open wide over my dick, and she sucks me to the back of her throat. I look down, and the sight makes me grip her hair tighter. I feel her tongue licking the underside of my cock, and it massages more cum out of me. The thick vein underneath is pulsing, and I know she’s getting thick drop after thick drop in her mouth. It turns me on to think of me inside her and having her on her knees in front of me gives me power.
“Goddamn, Duchess. You give such good head. I think you might suck my soul out of my dick.” I feel her giggle around my cock, and the feeling goes straight to my balls. She’s got a mouth made for fucking, and I start to pump my hips a little while holding her hair. I fuck in and out of her mouth, and she just kneels there, taking it.
Her hands come up to stroke the length of my cock she can’t get in her mouth, and she grips me there, rubbing up and down as I keep up my shallow thrusts, her mouth open and taking what I give her. I want this to last forever, but her mouth is too sweet. It’s too hot and too good, and I won’t last much longer. I can feel her excitement while she’s licking me, and I can see her body moving to her own rhythm. She’s turned on by this, and knowing that takes me to the edge. Fast.
She’s moaning around me and nearly giddy as she sucks my dick. She’s loving it, and I can’t hold on. “I’m gonna nut, baby. You want it in your mouth or on your face?”
She pulls back just a second and says, “Mouth,” while catching her breath and going back to my cock. She sucks harder and deeper, and it’s so good. I want to close my eyes, but I can’t stand the thought of missing a single second of this.
Just before I let go, I see one of her hands move from the base of my cock and go between her legs and up her dress. The fact that she’s touching her pussy while sucking my cum is all it takes to send me over. I grip her hair around her bridal crown and pull her down on my cock as I cum deep in her throat. I feel her swallow around the head of my dick, and I’m barely able to stand upright as she takes every drop of me.
I watch as the hand between her legs speeds up, and her body tenses at the same time as mine. Jesus Christ, she just came while sucking my dick. Goddamn, I wish I could taste that orgasm. I wanna get her on the ground and sixty-nine with her. If she cums just from sucking my cock, imagine what she’d do if I was eating her pussy at the same time.
After I come back down from outer space, I gently touch her hair and stroke her cheek with my thumb. I feel so protective of her, and right now, I just want to scoop her up in my arms and take her home with me. We lock eyes, and something passes between us. It’s as if she’s reading my mind and asking me to take her away.
I open my mouth to ask her to come with me. I could take her home and never let her leave, she’d be mine forever, but suddenly there’s a loud crash on the other side of the door. The spell is broken, and she’s on her feet in a flash. I hurriedly tuck my cock back into my jeans and turn around, pulling the door open.
“There you are!” Lizzy belts out, and I see Butch running up behind her, throwing his hands up in apology. “I’ve been looking for you for forever. We gotta go. One of your sorority sisters—Mindy, Wendy, Cindy, I can’t remember her name. Anyway, she threw up on the drummer and we gotta go. The limo is about to leave. Bye, Paine. Always nice to see your body, I mean, you.” Lizzy reaches out and snags my Duchess’ wrist, pulling her from me.
Just before I can reach out and pull her back to me, she’s through the door. I take one step, and she turns back to me, shouting over the music.
“Penelope. I was spelling out Penelope.”
“Penelope,” I mumble to myself, taking another swig from my beer.
“If you say that word one more time, I’m going to knock you off that fucking stool,” Joey says, dropping her shot glass back on the bar. Seems I’m not the only one trying to drown my sorrows, but I’m half-failing at it because this is only my second beer. Maybe I should switch to the hard stuff like Joey. She seems well on her way to not remembering the night.