Distracted as I am from him wasting not even a second by diving back into eating me out from this new angle, I pushthrough unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper to free his length from his boxers.
Hints of ink capture my eye at the same time a thick barbell protruding from his leaking tip does.
Thigh tattoosanda piercing? Fuck me, I’m in heaven.
My tongue swipes at my lips, wetting them as I lower my mouth.
His size is intimidating but the sensation his piercing causes as I take him deep into my mouth, sucking his veiny, thick shaft mixed with him whimpering gives me all the motivation I need to keep going.
Both our mouths work to extract pleasure from the other but he seems to win the race of who comes first next.
I can tell he wants to, but it seems that he denies himself each time his dick stiffens, begging for release, waiting for me to finish instead.
By the third time this happens, I release him from my mouth. I don’t abandon his dick completely, I remain close enough that my breath teases him. “I’ve come enough, it’s your turn.”
I lift off him, quickly centering myself between his legs. As my lips close around his length, he leans forward, still lying on the floor, and grabs onto my hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail.
“There we go, now I can watch how pretty you look when you make me come.”
He makes good on his promise. The entire time my lips are suctioned around him, his gaze remains on me with lustful appreciation so intense, that before I know it my hand is swirling at my clit, and I’m coming again as he finally spills into my mouth.
I swallow and quickly rise to my feet, and he follows, bringing his hand to my face, cupping it in his palm. It takes me a secondto process what he’s doing when his thumb swipes down with pressure at my chin.
“Planning on keeping that?” I ask, glancing down at the bead of cum on his fingertip.
“No, I just…”
“Ssh,” I coo, drawing his finger to my mouth.
His bottom lip becomes trapped beneath his teeth at his bites down on it.
His phone buzzes to life with notification after notification.
I not only sense the torment he has, but I can also see it. He wants to answer but his feet remain planted in place. All his attention remains on me as I suck it in with the same attention I did to his dick.
“Fuck,” he whimpers.
“Feel good?” I hum around his finger.
“So good, mama.”
The pulse in my center reemerges. “I’m glad,” I say, realizing that he needed this almost as much as I do.
Maybe even more.
CHAPTER 7
TOMÁS
If there’s one thing I’ve grown accustomed to over the years, aside from learning how to function on minimal sleep with an unhealthy reliance on caffeine, it’s how to persevere despite how I’m feeling.
Every day there’s a list of demands needing my immediate attention, and every day, no matter what, I push through and show up, often denying myself in the process. But tonight, for the first time in what has felt like forever, I was able to let loose and enjoy myself, courtesy of this beautiful stranger that I wish I didn’t have to part ways with.
An awkwardness interjects itself in the room as we situate ourselves with her fixing her dress, and me buckling my belt into place.
As I actively ignore my phone as it chimes with yet another email notification, I’m tempted to break her rule by asking for her number, but instead, nerves get the best of me and I stuff my phone into my pocket, just as it sounds once more.
“Someone waiting for you?”
