Chapter 38
“Please accept this formal invitation to a ticker-tape parade.”
-Flint’s penis
I didn’t think it was possible to be any harder around Celia, but when she said “blowing and sucking,” all of the blood in my body went straight to Mr. Pecker.
“Come again?” I questioned because, as I previously mentioned, there was no blood left in my brain.
“I’ve already come five times today, and I think it’s your turn,” Celia turned to switch places with me on the shower bench.
Mr. Pecker waved in the steamy shower, telling her that he was positively down with getting his turn at-bat.
Celia dropped to her knees before me. She tentatively fisted my cock, running her hand up and back the length of the shaft. I thought I might just come in her hand like a teenager full of hormones and empty of any good sense.
She took me into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, and it felt so good. But when she wrapped her right hand around the base of my dick, then cupped my balls with her other hand, I knew I had been struck by lightning and was now in heaven.
This was the second-best feeling on the planet.
Celia twirled her tongue around my shaft and the head, licking her way back down to her starting point before taking me to the back of her throat again.
“Celia, babe,” I needed something to hold onto and grabbed her hair. “I’m going to come.”
She hummed around my cock. It grew another two sizes in her mouth.
“As much as I’d love to come in your mouth,lalelei, I want you to come with me on my cock this time,” I slid my hands in her armpits to get her to stand up. She sucked harder as she released me with a loud pop. “Now, babe. I need you on my dick, right fucking now.”
Celia straddled me on the shower bench and lowered onto my swollen pecker. That fucker decided he would throw her a ticker-tape parade, any time she wanted if those were still a thing.
“Celia, your mouth is too talented,” I kissed her deeply. “I’m not going to last very long, so I need you to get there. Touch your clit while I fuck you, babe.”
Her eyes went wide with my command. I’d never seen her pleasure herself, and damn if Mr. Pecker put that on his “to do” list for another day. I lifted her slightly and slammed her back down on my dick.
“Holy Moses,” Celia breathed.
“Flint, babe. When my cock is inside you, you’ll call outmyname,” I lifted her, then slammed her back down again. “Touch yourself. I want you to come apart on my dick.”
She nodded, tentatively touching her clit at first but then getting into the rhythm while I picked up the pace.
I felt the tightening of my balls and lower back as the impending release was on me. “Get there, Ceel.”
“I am,” she breathed in my ear. “Give it all to me, Flint.”
I’ll be damned if I disappoint my woman when she wants it all. Within a minute, the sounds of slapping flesh drowned out the shower as we fucked each other’s brains out, racing to a mutual release.
“Holy… FLINT!” Celia cried as she went over the edge. I followed her with a roar 2.5 seconds later.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her there. Mr. Pecker may have gotten off, but he was still hard. Fucker thought he would get a Round Two, but we both needed a moment.
I kissed Celia’s eyelids, nose, cheeks, forehead, ears, and finally, her mouth. Her hands came up to caress my cheeks and down my neck.
This was the most amazing feeling in the world.
Just her and me. No one else mattered at that moment. And if it wasn’t for the banging on the door and the shower going cold, we probably would have stayed in there forever.
But the real world was calling.
And we had a murder to solve.
