She gagged a bit, but didn't try to pull back.
Her usual stubbornness was one of those things about her that I had found so fucking annoying before, but now it was just another thing that was turning me on. She was so goddamn pretty, so hot on her knees with my dick in her mouth, and I couldn't hold back.
I drew myself back, keeping my grip tight in her hair so she couldn't pull away. If she wanted me to use her mouth, then that was exactly what I was going to do.
I started shallowly at first, just dragging my cock over her tongue, pushing in until I hit the back of her throat and then pulling back out so it wouldn't choke her. Giving us both a warm-up.
But the heat was incredible, her mouth so wet and hot and perfect, and I knew we didn't have enough time for me to drag this out.
So, the next thrust was harder, pushing deep into her mouth and holding there before pulling back out.
She moaned, and I felt the vibration of it through my cock, making me shiver.
It was so much hotter than it had any right to be, and when Elise rolled her eyes up to look at me, the heat and desire in them clear to see even in the darkness, I couldn't hold back anymore.
I fucked her mouth in slow, deep thrusts, making her take it all the way to the back of her throat and hold it before I pulled back out.
The sounds she made as she sucked were so good, the gurgles and soft sucking noises mixing with the sound of my rough breathing.
It was a quiet, private moment between the two of us, and she didn't take her eyes off me through the whole thing, bobbing her head when I let her, taking the thrusts when I didn't.
Elise was just as eager for it as I was clearly, and I was willing to bet she was so wet in her little shorts, soaking through the fabric, making a mess.
I wanted to bury my fingers in her and get her off like that while she kept working me with her mouth, but I held back. For one, we weren't in the right configuration for that, and I didn't want to chance us getting discovered by trying to get her to move.
And for another, I wanted to see if she would get off for me without me having to touch her.
I opened my mouth to say something, but my voice was hoarse with pleasure, so I had to clear my throat softly and try again.
"Touch yourself," I managed, sounding breathless and strained. "I want to see you come while my cock is halfway down your throat."
She moaned again, low and needy, and I watched as she slipped the crotch of her shorts to the side and pressed her fingers inside herself.
Oh, hell. She hadn't been wearing any underwear. The whole time she'd been sitting there, naked under her clothes, and I had to wonder if she'd been waiting for me, hoping I would share a similar restlessness as she had clearly been feeling.
It was so fucking hot, and it made me speed up as I worked my cock in her mouth, taking her harder and a bit faster while I watched her rub at her own clit.
Her sounds of pleasure were muffled by my dick, which was a good thing, especially when she started whining softly, bucking her hips against her own hand.
It was impossible to look away from, and I felt my cock throbbing, indicating I was going to come, and soon.
I remembered the night before, how I'd left my mark all over her ass, and I wanted to do the same thing right then. The thought of sending her back into the house, making her walk up the stairs to her room with my cum all over her face was too much, and I groaned and jerked my hips forward. The image was hot, and I could imagine how her face would burn. Or if I pulled up her shirt and came all over her pretty tits. All of it combined with the feeling of her mouth, and it was enough to make me lose it, pumping into her and finding my release.
And she wasn't far behind me. While I was still spasming and spurting into her mouth, she was riding her fingers, muffled noises growing a bit louder as she finally shuddered and came herself.
When she pulled back finally, she opened her mouth, showing me my cum on her tongue, and then she swallowed with a little smirk.
I was dazed. From the sex and from her boldness, just staring down at her while I tried to catch my breath. Elise seemed to be in a better state, and she got to her feet, only wobbling a little as she straightened up, wiping her mouth and pushing her hair back out of her face.
I half expected her to take the opportunity to just leave the same way she had last night, but instead she lingered, eyes still dark as she looked at me.
"What?" I asked her when I could finally draw a breath.
"I don't know. We shouldn't...it's not a good idea."
I huffed a laugh because honestly, it was a little fucking late to decide it was a bad idea. The first time could have been a fluke, just something we'd done to blow off steam and would never talk about again. But the second time made it something worth thinking about. Once more and it would be a pattern.
But I wasn't going to bring that up. I didn't know if I was hoping there would be a third time or if I was just feeling too loose and mellow to be antagonistic for once, but I just shrugged a shoulder.
"I've had worse ideas," I told her. "Pretty sure you have, too."
She just glared at me, and I fixed my clothes, getting rid of the last of the evidence that we had been doing anything we shouldn't have been.
I wasn't going to push her for more, but if it happened anyway, well... For once, I wouldn't have anything to complain about.
