Curtis gave a tight moan, like he didn’t want that but couldn’t help the way it turned him on. His eyes were still shut fast, and Sal had a bright idea. They stepped out of their G-string and draped the red material over his eyes. “Hold tight. Don’t make my panties move or I won’t fuck you.”
Curtis grunted, his nostrils flaring. “You smell amazing.”
And you seem like trouble, Sal thought,but there’s no way we’re not doing this.
They looked up, drawing strength from the semi-anonymous faces watching.
I am Sal Thomas.Cower before me.
Holding their breath, they put a knee onto the couch and straddled Curtis’ naked stomach. It was as hard as the cock between his legs, and Sal stroked their pussy along the muscle. Curtis snorted, jerking hard against his Velcro bonds. “Sal…”
“What?” they asked, sliding a little faster. “You want more?”
“I want you to sit on my face,” he panted. “I wanna make you come or kiss you or?—”
“Shut up. This is about what I want, remember?”
He must have, because he stopped talking and let Sal grind, their tits swaying into his face, their cunt contracting as they spread silken wetness across his abdomen.
“You like that people are watching us?” Sal whispered. “You like them looking?”
“I wanna look at you. I wanna see your body before we f?—”
Sal gripped his cock and sank down. They’d intended to stay silent, but they couldn’t help gasping at the thickness pushing them apart. The curve went to some insane place inside them, seated as though this former mean boy’s dick had been made for them.
Curtis bucked like an angry bull. “Fucking hell, babe.Shit.”
Sal wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up, but they couldn’t. It was too good. They were already rocking, pumping, rotating their hips like they were working a pole. “God, you’re so big.”
“Fuck off,” Curtis spat. “You can’t say that when you’re on my cock. You’re gonna make me?—”
Sal reached forward and pinched his lower lip, twisting it a little as they fucked him. “You come first, and I’ll end you. Now, be a good boy and let me get what I need, and if you let my thong fall off your face, I’ll smother you with it.”
A tortured moan as Curtis tried to thrust upward. He was flexible, because he managed more than Sal could have in his place, and the motion made them scream. Sal had never needed much to get off, but this was bringing them there in zero time. They pinched Curtis’s lip harder. “I didn’t know you could work so well tied up,babe. Do it faster. Help me come all over you.”
Curtis snarled, battering them from below, and as more people began to collect in the observation windows, Sal felt a strange sense of levitation. Like they could see themself from the outside, watch themself ride Curtis Ingram in their red boots. It wasn’t always easy for Sal to look at themself having sex; their tits bouncing, their pussy a symbol of something thatdidn’t always match how they felt inside. But at that moment, it was perfect. Perfect and so fucking hot. As Curtis pounded deep inside them, Sal came, wetness gushing down and over both of them. Sal moaned, twisting Curtis’s lip hard enough to make him bleed. “Oh my Lord…”
“Fuck yeah,” Curtis hissed. “Tell me I can, too, babe. Lemme get there.”
Sal didn’t know if they’d ever wanted anything more. “Get there. Fucking do it.”
He worked faster, and Sal watched everyone watching them, clearly admiring Curtis’ body. Or maybe, they thought in a daze, all those people were admiring Sal Thomas for being the one totakehis body. Suddenly, they wanted Curtis to have the same view. They let go of his lip and grabbed their panties, revealing themself to him. Curtis’ pupils went black as he took in Sal’s naked form. “Shit…”
“Come for me,” Sal said. “Do what I fucking say.”
His mouth curled into a snarl “You’re. So.Fuckin’—”
But what they were, Sal would never find out. His body went rigid, and he clenched his jaw as he came, hips bucking against theirs. They watched, fascinated by his tortured expression, the muscles leaping in his face and chest. Then he slackened, looking them right in the face. His light blue irises hit with the same tractor-beam brightness they’d had when Sal had first seen him.
“I thought it’d be good between us,” he said. “I was right.”
Sal had never wanted to teleport out of a place more. And they’d grown up in a seriously cooked household.
“Thanks,” they mumbled. “You were really… that was?—”
“Fucking incredible?”
“Super good,” they agreed, scrambling off Curtis as quickly as possible without nicking him with their boots. They pulled the Velcro straps away from his arms and feet, touching his skinas little as possible. Curtis sat up, his cock still hard inside the condom. Sal’s cunt clenched, and they knew they were about four seconds away from pouncing on him and demanding more.
