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They all start talking about something else, but I don’t catch a word of it, too fixated on the temptress currently on her knees while almost bringing me to mine. My head tips back when she finds a rhythm; the slow, slick slide of her lips and tongue working me over becomes a steady back-and-forth that my hips chase with aborted little thrusts as my mouth falls slack with pleasure. My fingers tighten in the wet strands of her hair, gripping it in my fist as I give her a tentative thrust that pushes deeper, pushes just a little harder.
I’m rewarded with that same soft hum that barely makes a sound but that I can still feel vibrating along my shaft as it threatens to drive me crazy, and it’s enough to make me a little greedy. My next thrust is too much for her; I can feel her throat spasm and the barely-there gag is only just hidden by the stream of water that falls over us, but it’s enough to make me pause, pulling out of her mouth completely and peering down at her with concern.
I mouth: I’m sorry—but she’s already shaking her head, her smile smug and her hands running up and down the wet muscle of my thighs. She tugs on my hips and urges me to turn, pulling me down onto the shower bench so that my jutting cock is inches from her mouth as she leans over me. Her nails rake over the tops of my thighs as she curls her body to let her lips trail down my shaft, her face teeming with mischief as she flashes me that same grin. I watch her pull back just to bring a finger to her lips to bid me to stay quiet, my brow furrowing with question only for her to immediately show me exactly why she had to warn me in the first place when she cups her breasts and leans in close to let my cock slide between them.
I breathe in harshly through my nostrils, the noise seeming to echo in the shower stall as loudly as the pounding of my heart, and I actually have to clap a hand back over my mouth just to keep the sounds from escaping when she leans over and pulls the head of my dick into her mouth while the rest is enveloped in the soft, wet tunnel of her perfect tits. I watch with what have to be crazed eyes as she presses the slick mounds tight so that I can feel every inch of her as she works them up and down, her mouth following the rhythm they set as she takes every inch not encased in her as deep as she can.
I want to watch every second; I don’t want to miss a single moment of what’s happening, given that it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced, but I physically can’t hold my eyes open as she starts to move faster, as she sucks me harder. My hands scrabble to grip the edge of the shower bench to keep me from sliding off—something that becomes increasingly more possible as my thighs start to tremble and shake.
I can feel that hot pressure building, can feel the heat of it flooding my balls and rushing through my cock as it actually swells in her mouth, and Lila never stops, never slows down; the slide of her breasts and the warm suction of her mouth work together to drive me right to the edge, teetering at the precipice of something that actually has my toes curling and makes my knees feel weak. I open my mouth to say something—to warn her maybe, to whisper that I’m close—but my tongue feels tangled and my throat feels dry, and words simply won’t come.
I reach out to palm her head and give her a weak shove, just something to let her know how close I am, but Lila bats it away in a second and returns to her efforts. My eyes flutter open as my teeth press against my lower lip, watching my cock slip between her breasts just to disappear into her mouth again and again and again. My heels slip against the tile at my feet, shifting restlessly as I gulp down labored breaths, and I think my eyes actually cross when she pushes me deep again, the head of my cock nearly in her throat—and that’s all it takes to push me over the edge.
I bring my fist to my mouth, biting at the fleshy part below my thumb to stifle the moans that are burbling in my throat, my cock pulsing against Lila’s tongue and flooding her mouth, her throat, pouring straight into her fucking stomach as she takes everything I have. She’s still sucking me, but it’s languid now, almost sweet—her tongue petting the throbbing skin to work me through an orgasm that has me seeing stars. I don’t know when I actually start seeing color again, when sounds start bleeding back in, but when I finally manage to look down between my legs, Lila’s teasing tongue at the crown of my cock and her blown pupils peering back at me cause a flare of new arousal to burn in my stomach.
I’m surprised she doesn’t make a sound when I wrench her to me, when I flip her so that she’s the one seated, and I’m the one at her feet. I push up until my lips are at her ear, keeping my voice low enough so that the others all around us will hide it.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I nibble at her earlobe, enjoying her shaky exhale that comes after. “Did you want them to hear? You want them to come in here and see you with my cock in your mouth?” She trembles against me, and I let my tongue trace the shell of her ear. “You want everyone coming in here and seeing exactly who you belong to?”
“Ian,” she breathes.
“Maybe they still will,” I purr. “Maybe I can make you scream loud enough that everyone comes running.”
I enjoy the hushed whimper that she can’t hold back when I throw her legs over my shoulders, diving between her thighs to suck her clit into my mouth with every intention of making her see a few stars as well.
I don’t tease her; I’m too fucking wound up to even entertain the thought—pushing two fingers deep inside her as I latch my lips around the slick little bundle of nerves. Her thighs press against my ears as her fingers tangle in my hair, but I enjoy the sting as she pulls roughly at the wet strands, like she can’t help it, like she’s losing herself in what I’m doing to her. I start to pump my fingers in and out, imagining that it’s my cock sinking inside her, laving my tongue against her clit as I draw it deeper into my mouth, as deep as it will go.
My cock twitches with interest as she starts to roll her hips, bracing herself with one hand on the bench as she rides my face, chasing after the sensations of my mouth devouring her pussy like it’s my last fucking meal. And it feels like it is. Every single time with Lila feels like some sort of life-altering experience—the world fading away outside of the way she feels, the way she tastes, just her.
I curl my fingers when they slide deep, rubbing that spot inside that has her head falling back and her mouth falling open, never faltering the rhythm of my lips even as my jaw starts to ache. I feel her tensing against and around me, feel her heels digging into my back and her hips circling as she chases after the end, and my groan is soft against the softer flesh in my mouth, just low enough to let her know that I want her to come all over my face, that I want to swallow her down like she did me.
I hear my name on a sigh, so slight it’s almost lost to the stream of the shower, like a breath or a whisper, like she didn’t mean to let it loose. It’s just a precursor to the trembling that starts in her limbs—her pussy contracting around my fingers and a warm gush flooding my lips as I lap a long, wet stripe between her legs to collect every drop of my reward. I don’t stop until she’s forcibly pulling me away, coming easily when she tugs me up by the hair, bracing myself with my hands on the bench so that I can capture her mouth as she shivers through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
I can taste both of us on her tongue, our flavors blending together almost enough to get me hard again, and if we were home right now, there’s no doubt in my mind I’d be balls deep inside her in a matter of minutes. Perhaps the only downside to this entire encounter.
She’s grinning when she pulls away, her eyes glazed and her smile dreamy as she blinks dazedly. I watch her mouth shape the word good like a question, and I shake my head with a quiet chuckle as I reach up to press my fingers to her chin, pulling her in for another soft kiss.
“Perfect,” I whisper in her ear after. “You’re fucking perfect.”
She kisses my cheek lazily, her lips lingering as her fingers trail down my ribs, the tickling sensation doing nothing to stanch my growing arousal, my building need to have her again that I’m trying to tamp down. At least for now. Especially when I can hear showers beginning to shut off around us, voices fading away. I know if we stay in here for much longer, people will start to wonder what the fuck I’m doing in here.
I keep my lips close to her ear when I ask quietly, “How did you plan to get out of here?”
“I didn’t think that far ahead,” she whispers with a soft chuckle.
I shake my head as a barely-there snort escapes me, pulling her up to her feet and into my body just to enjoy the slick curves of her body against mine.
“You’ll have to wait here until they clear out,” I murmur.
She shrugs one shoulder. “I can do that.”
“I still have to shower.”
Her smile is impish. “That means I get to wash you.”
“There’s no way I won’t get hard again if you do that.”
She pushes up on her toes, her lips feathering against mine as she whispers, “Oh, I’m counting on it.”
