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He laughed weakly, too overcome by the flood of sensation as she pumped him. When sweat beaded on his forehead and he closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on anything but the feel of her warm, soft hand gliding like silk over his dick, she stopped.
“Look at me,” she practically cooed, and he was helpless to resist. When he opened his eyes, her lips hovered just a fraction from the head of his cock. Her tongue darted out, and he felt the heat of it, but not the touch, as she wet her lips. “I’m going to make you come.”
“Right now?” His voice was tight.
She nodded. Her breath teased the tip of him. “Right now. Right here. I’m going to make you come in my mouth. Swallow every single drop.”
Hell, he’d almost come before the end of her sentence.
Before he could think of a witty retort, she slid her lips over him, gliding them down his shaft until he touched the back of her throat, then pulling completely back, her tongue swiping along the underside of his cock as she went. His toes curled against the cold floor.
Kneeling before him, she looked like a pin-up sex goddess come to life. She held his hips for stability as she bobbed, sucking and teasing, always gazing up at him with an expression as close to a smirk as someone could get with a cock in their mouth. Her ankles were crossed, the red heels gleaming. Her fantastic breasts pressed against his thighs, and he could vividly imagine how they would bounce as she rode him. He couldn’t wait to experience it, but a look at the clock told him he’d endured only three minutes of her acrobatic tongue and mouth.
Things… weren’t going well. He wasn’t going to make it six minutes, absolutely no way. He might not make it another thirty seconds. “I think I have to give up,” he managed through gritted back teeth.
She slipped her mouth slowly, torturously free, her tongue tapping the underside of the head as she did. “I never said you were going to have the option of yielding.”
Apparently, she did not grasp the seriousness of the situation. “Maggie, I’m telling you, I’m close.”
She pumped him in her hand and swirled her tongue around him like a goddamned lollipop. “Make me stop.”
His hips bucked, his balls drew up. The white-hot threat of orgasm curled tighter, and in his desperation, he used the only defense available to him.
He grabbed the detachable faucet head from the bar sink on the island, and he sprayed her.
She sat back sputtering, water dripping from her hair. Judging from her wide-open eyes and mouth, he was guessing she would be either furious or amused. He tore open the condom and sheathed his aching cock, just in case it was the latter.
Arms turned out at the elbows, shaking water from the ends of her fingertips, she gasped, “What… the fuck?”
And then she started laughing. It seemed as good a time as any to haul her to her feet and push her over the counter, the faucet still laying on the floor, spraying around their ankles. He wasn’t about to let something as small as water damage stop him, not when she was there, hot and slick and waiting for him. She pushed back as he pushed forward, sinking him deep, and they both groaned in mutual relief and frustration. Relief that he was finally inside her, frustration because he wanted so much more. He withdrew, her rippling inner walls teasing and grasping at every inch of him, and when he thrust back inside, he stayed there long enough to roll her dress up further. With a high, feminine growl that made him laugh, she pulled the whole slinky red garment over her head, leaving her entirely bare.
The fact that she was braless and she’d still looked that amazing in that dress was not lost on Chris, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her bare breasts. He immediately regretted his decision to fuck her in a position that would block his view. Leaning one knee on a bar stool, he hauled her up against his body, one arm around her ribcage as he stroked into her. She threw her head back, golden curls tickling his shoulder and chest, driving him even further toward the edge. Her slick heat squeezed him, her loud, appreciative vocalizations mingled with his own rough breathing. It was entirely possible that this would not go into extra innings, and he didn’t want to leave her disappointed.
When he reached for the hose to the retractable faucet, she made an inquisitive noise that quickly broke into a jagged moan as he directed the spray over her clit. Grateful to live in a building with such life-saving water pressure, he held the faucet there and drove into her hard. Her foot caught on a low rung of the stool, and she used it for leverage as she strained with him. Her hands braced against the countertop, she moaned, “Oh god, I’m coming,” and he didn’t see the need to wait any longer. He fucked her harder, faster, pulling her off her feet entirely as she screamed and spasmed around his cock, water from the faucet running down their legs. With a shout of his own, he came, pulsing deep inside while she wriggled and moaned in his arms.
