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"Come," I whisper, looking into his eyes. "Come for me. Come over me," I clarify, grinning like a madwoman. I don’t know if my words strike a chord, or if it’d happen anyway, but his cock spasms harshly against my fingers. Two mores strokes and his whole body tenses up, the deep lines between his abs becoming more pronounced as every muscle in his body seems to bulge.
"Fuck," he groans again, a long strand of thick cum gushing out from the tip of his cock and hitting me right between my breasts. I keep on stroking him as he comes, and he unleashes a fountain of semen over my naked skin.
"Yes, that’s it," I moan as I feel his juices dripping down my skin and making their way to between my thighs. Hell bent on stroking him until he’s done, I can’t stop myself from being amazed at the ungodly amount of cum he seems to hold inside his body. He gushes it into me like a fountain, painting me in white, and I feel my skin prickling as I feel his gooey strands coating my skin.
"Fuck," he repeats, his cock spasming one final time against my fingers. A few drops drip from its tip and go over my knuckles, and I finally let go of his cock. I throw myself back, falling on top of the mattress and feeling completely exhausted. I’m breathing hard, looking up at the ceiling as my lungs strain against my ribcage, working tirelessly to make me feel like a regular human being again.
But he isn’t done. Not yet.
I look down my body as I feel his touch on my pussy, and my mind almost explodes as I see him with his head right between my thighs, his lips wrapped around my drenched folds. He uses his tongue to scoop whatever cum has made its way down there, and then he runs it up, licking my cum-coated skin. He comes up all the way to between my tits, and then takes a detour to my right nipple. Sucking on it, he circles my rosy tip once and then twice, and then moves back to my left one.
I pant as I feel the wet tip of his tongue on mine, suddenly feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I can’t believe we’re doing this. By the time he traces the contour of my chin with his tongue, my lips are already parted and waiting for his kiss.
I tremble as I feel his lips on mine, the salty flavor of his cum flooding me. Pushing my tongue inside his mouth, I use it to wrestle against his, strands of cum dripping from his mouth and into mine. When I pull back from his kiss, my heart skips a beat as I notice the cum glistening in his lips. Is this really happening? Maybe I’m asleep and this is just a dream. But no, the soreness in my muscles tells me that this is very real.
Finally down, Aidan sighs loudly and rolls to the side, lying down on the mattress by my side. We just lay there, catching our breath and staring up at the ceiling as time passes us by.
Maybe this project with Aidan is exactly what I need to get back up on my feet. Or down on my knees; I’m not sure if after this I’ll be able to focus for the necessary amount of time to get some writing done.
Aidan
The window blinds have a kink in them, and in its space, a single blade of sunlight hits me right across the eyes, jolting me awake. I roll over and rub them with my fist, and then I see her—Abby.
She somehow looks even hotter than the night before … maybe it's because we're both still completely naked, or maybe it's the way her blonde hair cascades down across her shoulders and reaches the tip of one exposed breast. I can't help but smile. I normally don't stick around after I've fucked a woman, but Abby's … well, she's different. There isn't anything in me that is telling me to flee. No red flags. No panic button.
I tap my phone on and look at the time.
Fuck. It's already a quarter past 8, and I'm late for my Skype call with CJ. Sure enough, as soon as this realization dawns on me, my phone vibrates with an incoming text message.
"Where R U???"
It's CJ. Predictable. She's like clockwork.
You ever have someone that will just stay on your case until you do what they tell you to?
Yeah, that’s CJ.
Shit, I better get up.
"1 sec just grabbing coffee sorry I'm late," I text back.
I carefully pull the covers off of me, and try not to wake Abby. But looking back at her … her face, the outline of her body, those curves … makes my cock twitch. Not now, I tell myself. As much as I'd like to wake her for another round—a repeat of what we shared last night—I have work to take care of first. I need to think with the head on top of my two shoulders, not the head on my cock … as much as my body fucking thinks otherwise.
I grab my coffee and walk over to my computer, powering it up. I listen to it purr to life, and I launch the Skype app. With its signature whooshing sound, it pops on my screen. I find CJ's name and press the green call button. It buzzes for a bit and then she answers.
"Well, well, well, look who decided to show up," she chides me.
"I know ... you don't have to give me shit. I overslept."
"You look tired, but I have some news that might perk you up."
"What's that?" I ask, running my fingers through my hair and trying to smooth it down. I realize I probably look like a fucking mess right now on the screen. I didn't even have a chance to brush my hair before jumping online.
"I've hooked up with a photographer," she says smiling.
"Good for you; it's about time you've seen some action," I yawn.
"How long's it been? A month? A year?"
