Dorran grunts, and his eyelids flutter while his movements turn jerky. His fingers tighten in my hair, and his hot exhales fan my cheek. “I’m close,” he says, continuing his unrelenting pace.
I clench around him, and heat rushes through me. One final roll of his hips, and I’m hurtling over the edge. My back arches against the ground as my orgasm takes over, making me feel completely hazy.
“Goddamnit,” he grits out, and crashes his lips to mine as his shoulders shake against the impact of his release. With his cock buried inside me to the base, Dorran’s cum shoots into me in hot spurts.
I’m panting, and so is he after he breaks the kiss. Then, something crosses his flushed features, right before he pulls out of me and slides down my body.
“Push my cum out of you,” he orders from between my thighs. His face is so close to my clit that every word he utters, vibrates against my bud.
I rise on my elbows and push, and get a feeling of dripping slickness on my slit, all the way down to my ass.
Dorran brings his mouth to my entrance and sucks, making me bunch a fistful of grass to avoid bucking against him. His head bobs as he alternates between licking and sucking, and once again, I’m entranced by him; by how eagerly he’s eating his own cum out of my pussy.
“Dorran…” I whimper his name as I continue to watch him.
He moves back and crawls up to me, then grabs my chin and tugs my face to his. I part my lips for him, and he spits our mixed releases into my mouth. He then slides his tongue over mine, and when he pulls back, I see a thick string of cum on his.
“Swallow it,” I command, then wrap the fingers of my left hand around his throat before squeezing it with enough pressure to make him grin at me.
I feel a shift on my palm, indicating that he’s swallowed, and my vision blurs temporarily by how turned on I am by him.
I smirk and loosen my grip on his throat. “How’s it taste?” I ask him, using the same question Jayce did the other night.
Dorran chuckles, then leans in. “Let me show you,” he replies, then kisses me.
I wrap my legs around his waist and hold onto his neck as I kiss him back – all teeth and nips and moans – and he rises, settling me on his lap. His cock grinds against my aching cunt, and my eyes roll in ecstasy as I start gliding myself over his hardening length.
This is it for me – this man, this moment, and this feeling that I’ve got in the very pit of my stomach. It’s ever-growing, all-consuming. And, as Dorran slides himself inside me again, I realize that it’s also self-destructing.
I never said I liked it easy, did I?
50.
“Thanks so much for joining me, Cigs,” Julian says. “I know this isn’t an ideal hangout situation, but I’m glad you said yes nonetheless.”
I smile. “Don’t mention it. If anything,Ishould be the one thankingyou. After that brainstorming session with my team this morning, I can barely see straight. I needed to get out of the HQ and look at something that isn’t social media orLurerelated. I swear, the words “discount” and “sale” are going to haunt my dreams for at least a month.”
Julian chuckles. “I’m glad you find antique shopping relaxing.”
“Honestly, though, it’s a million times better, not to mentioninteresting, than staring at my computer until things start to obscure, and I just can’t take it anymore.”
When Julian had asked if I’d like to go to an antique store in Downtown with him during our lunch break, I’d said yes immediately. Because A) I’ve never been to one of those, and B) Ineededto step away from work before I started pulling my own hair from my scalp.
I look at Mave from over my shoulder, who’s walking merely a couple of steps behind me. Our eyes meet, and I flash my teeth at him in a too-wide smile. He returns it with a genuine smile of his own, but doesn’t forget to shake his head at me because he knows I’m a complete pain in his ass.
Downtown is as busy as one would expect. With active shops on either side, the road in the middle is jammed with traffic. It’d rained an hour ago, so some people still have their raincoats on, while others carry their umbrellas in hand.
The three of us continue to walk on the busy pavement, and Julian has Maps opened up on his phone, and is guiding Mave and I to the store he’d found online.
“How much further?” I ask Julian, and sidestep a puddle to avoid staining my black pumps and crimson jumpsuit.
He frowns at his phone, then points ahead. “Should be here somewhere.”
“What’s the store called again?” Mave asks.
“Aurora’sAntiques,” Julian replies.
“Niiiiice,” I can’t help but muse.
