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We go at it like two teenagers at a hilltop overlook. The driver attempts to make small talk, but I can only focus on Lucas’ hand caressing my thigh as he moves it up my leg and under my skirt. His kisses land softly on my neck, and his tongue outlines my collarbone. Low moans and hisses escape my mouth before his covers mine again.
“Ma’am, we’ve arrived at your location,”the driver interrupts.
We sit up, grabbing our composure and adjust our clothes before exiting the car. I clasp his hand as we walk up the short set of stairs to my front door. The entire time I have a mental discussion if I’m doing the right thing while my intoxication begins to wear off. We reach the door, and I punch in my access code and turn to Lucas to make sure he’s aware of what’s about to happen on the other side.
“Lucas,” I say his name, and before I know it, he crashes his mouth into mine keeping me captive.
I drop my clutch while he reaches behind me and turns the knob, opening the entryway. The weight of our bodies thrusts us inside. His quick reaction braces us so we don’t crash to the floor, but it doesn’t stop us from knocking over my lamp and a few pictures when we bump into my table. I fumble around with the belt on his jeans, trying to unbuckle it while he slides my cardigan from my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. I step out of my heels as we continue to undress each other, stumbling and bumbling around the furniture. He lifts and backs me into the wall, moving his lips down my neck to the top of my breasts. The passion in his kisses heightens my senses, and suddenly it’s not the liquor driving me, it’s him.
“Lucas,” I moan while he unsnaps the garter and rolls my thigh-high stocking down, removing it, then repeats for the other side.
He slides his finger along the seat of my panties, and I know they’re soaked with my excitement.
“Damn, you’re wet,” he mumbles in my ear. He suckles at my lobe while his fingers slip and slide inside my slickened lips.
I struggle to fight the intense pressure I’m feeling below, and a moan escapes my mouth, giving him clear indication of how much I’m enjoying this. “Lucas,” I call out. Speaking the unspoken want within me.
He wastes no time taking me to the couch, sitting me down, and kneeling; looking at my swollen lips longingly. He slips his fingers into the band of my undies and slides them off my body. Pulling me closer to the edge, he positions my feet on his shoulders and buries his face into my pussy, his skillful tongue diving in and out of my opening, making circles around my clit before he gently sucks. Each motion sends pulses down my legs and back up through my body.
Amidst my throaty moans and groans, I call out to him, “Lucas,” in bated breaths. He continues, not giving me a break. My hips rise andfeet curl when his tongue moves at a rapid-fire speed, bringing my heightened senses to an eruption point. “Shhhh…” I exhale, wanting to howl like a wolf baying at the moon when I explode.
He doesn’t stop, and I ride the wave until my body stops convulsing.
“Fuck,” I say when he finally separates his face from my pussy. An orgasm is the perfect nightcap for the week I’ve had, but the gaze from his eyes tell me it’s not over.
Lucas stands there, stroking his dick and licking his lips then biting the bottom one. “Oh, that was just the appetizer, now I need my meal.”
I stare helplessly at the size and girth of the monster before me. I swear it’s like a third leg. He’s gonna fuck me sober with that thing, I think to myself. After the verbal assault my pussy took, I can only imagine what she is going to endure now. But we love a challenge.
He leans down over me, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and gently bites and covers my mouth with his.
This shouldn’t be happening,I think to myself. But I allow the ecstasy to overpower me. I turn to a more comfortable position, and he hovers above me, still kissing me and stroking his dick until I take over. I gently caress and tease his balls with one hand while the other moves in an up-and-down motion, digging my nail softly into the head.
Continuing my caressing action, he relaxes and takes a sitting position, tossing his head back in pleasure, and letting out a deep, throaty moan.
“Fuck, Simone. Don’t stop. That shit feels so good,” he says.
My pussy is getting jealous of all the attention she’s not getting, especially when I squeeze out a good amount of precum. I know he’s clean. We’ve had those tests done by one of our clients for free, and I snuck in and saw his results, looking for something on him. You know, for our office battles. Not that I even imagined doing this.Without a second, rather, third thought, I ease onto his cock and gently slide down, making my mini-girl happy. He locks eyes with me and grips my hips tightly. Guiding my hips in the same direction my hand took earlier. Getting a hang of the size of the beast, I speed up my actions, pumping him harder and faster. My walls are wetter with the tension building between my legs. I slow to a deep grind and rock my hips in circles.
His right hand grips tighter while his left grabs my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my neck. He buries his face in the crevice of my breasts and licks the sweat forming between them while he, too, thrusts in sync with my movement. He slides us off the couch and crouches with me still on top. He maneuvers my legs onto his shoulders and rests upon his knees.
This is a position I ain’t ever been in, but I’m not complaining. The change up stimulates not only my clit but my G-spot as well. I’m not prepared for what my body is about to go through, I can tell.
He supports my back with his hands as he pushes deep, and I hold on for dear life.
“Tell me when you are coming,” he mutters through clenched teeth.
The room seemingly spins, and my toes curl. “Lucas, I’m—”
With one final push, we both erupt simultaneously. My legs are a quivering mess as they rest on his shoulders, and I fall back.
He takes them down, not before kissing each of them. After a few minutes, silence falls around us, and I drift off to sleep.
There is nothing worse than cotton mouth after a night of drinking. I look at my phone, with surprisingly twenty-seven percent battery left, and see it’s almost eleven AM. “Fuck,” I say. Glancing around, I see that Lucas is still here, passed out on my floor next to me, naked. I run my hands over my face and through my hair, disgusted at what I succumbed to last night. Part of me was very aware and conscious, the other half flat-out didn’t care. It was some dick, and we needed it. Now when all cylinders are firing, the afterthought of last night is I fucked my rival. I shudder when I think of that and want to get him out of here fast.
“Lucas,” I call. He remains motionless. “Lucas,” I raise my octave a little more, and it still doesn’t garner a response.
