My pussy aches at the sight of him, so I press my thighs together in a vain attempt to dull my need of wanting him inside me.
I grab his base and lick the precum off the slit on his crown, then take one of the metal beads of his piercing between my teeth and tug on it roughly.
Dorran lets go of a broken grunt, and bunches my hair in a vise grip while heaving out rapid breaths.
I grin up at him, then touch my nose to the patch of dark hair on his pelvis before inhaling, and my clit throbs as his scent overtakes my senses. I slip my other hand under my dress, move aside my underwear, and push two fingers inside my wet pussy.
“Fuck,” I whisper, then lick the thick vein on the underside of Dorran’s cock.
“Cignette…” he groans, and tightens his hold on my hair, silently commanding me to speed things up.
I move my fingers in and out of me at a steady pace, then swallow as much of Dorran into my mouth as I can, all the while stroking him with fervor.
“Take me deeper,” he rasps. “I know you fucking can.” He’s out of breath, flushed from face to chest, and makes for an impossibly euphoric sight.
I hum against him and loosen my jaw, then take him in all the way, gagging when his piercing hits the back of my throat. A few tears roll down my cheeks, briefly making my vision hazy.
Dorran groans again, and it’s enough encouragement for me to start working faster. I bob my head back and forth as I continue to suck him, and with each slide of my lips along his pulsing cock, he moans, taking every bit of the pleasure I’m giving him.
“Fuck yeah, Little Swan,” he says around a smile. “You feel so good fucking my cock with that hot mouth of yours.”
I quicken my movements. His body has gone rigid above me, and I know he’s drawing closer to his release.
I continue to finger-fuck myself as my other hand slips over Dorran’s length with ease, and when I pull my mouth away from his cock to wrap my lips around his balls, his hips jerk forward.
I run my tongue over his sack, then suck on it – gently yet firmly – at which Dorran growls.
He widens his stance and looks down at me. “Just like that – taste every inch of me, Cignette, and don’t you dare stop; I’m fucking close.” His eyes are hooded, and his lips are parted.
I pop his balls out of my mouth, then start stroking him harder, all the while circling my clit with my thumb. I’m close, too, and it’s so hard to hold myself back when all I want to do is come.
“I wanna taste you so fucking bad, Dorran,” I tell him. “Hot and thick – just for me.” I stick my tongue out and slap his cock over it a couple of times, and when I feel him throbbing against my palm, I moan his name and take him into my mouth again.
That does it for him. He tips his head back and roars, pulling at my hair as he basks in his orgasm, and spurts of his cum fill my mouth. I retch a little at the overwhelming sensation of being full, and swallow every drop of Dorran’s heady release. My own orgasm follows, rendering me weak as I come all over my fingers. I whimper as I continue to rub my pussy. My ears are buzzing, and a flush creeps up my body as I come down from the high.
I pull Dorran’s cock from my mouth, and he all but falls on his knees in front of me. He’s panting, and so am I, and when our gazes meet, we grin at each other. He grabs the hand I’d used to fuck myself, then sucks on my wet fingers, maintaining eye contact with me.
“You loved touching yourself with my cock in your mouth, didn’t you, Cignette?” he asks, then starts working himself, hissing while he does it. “You liked it when I came down your eager little throat, hoping it was your cunt, hoping I’d have–”
Dorran’s words are cut short when the rooftop’s door slams open, and familiar voices fill the space.
I look over his shoulder, and see his crew making their way in, only to stop short when they see us.
Alex’s face contorts to one of pure shock. “Nope,” he says, then shakes his head vigorously. “I didnotjust see that. I repeat: I didNOTjust see that.”
Jayce mumbles something and glances away, whereas Varsha raises her arms in annoyance and walks back into the building.
Dorran clicks his tongue. “Youactuallycan’t see shit, Alex. I’ve got my back to you; stop overreacting.”
“I CAN SEE YOUR ASS CRACK!” he yells. “Your. Fucking. ASS CRACK!”
I purse my lips in an attempt to stifle my amusement, but fail and end up laughing instead.
“I thought you liked my ass,” Dorran quips, then fixes his boxers and pants before getting to his feet. He zips the latter, leaving his belt undone and his shirt unbuttoned, then offers me a hand.
I wince as I get to my feet, and he smirks when he sees my sore knees.
“Yes, but when have I ever mentioned being fond of the crack?” Alex says. “Never!”
