She’s loud. She’s naked. She’s fucking perfect. We’re in a public place with the city lights of Boston glowing below us. But there’s no way in hell I’m stopping her. Watching and hearing Miller come has quickly become a new addiction, one I have no idea how I’m going to curb once she leaves me.
I rock my hips into her from behind and the head of my cock accidentally slips just past her opening.
We both freeze, and I’m thoroughly impressed by both of our restraint to not fully sink into each other right here and now.
“Miller—”
“Please.”
Our chests are pounding with heavy breaths and waiting anticipation. I could take her right here. I could curve my hips forward and I’d be inside of her. Tempting as fuck, but I can’t.
Instead, I yank her off me and lift her out of the water, sitting her on the ledge of the pool, bending her knees so her feet are planted on the cement.
Then I devour her.
I latch my mouth around her, flicking my tongue over her clit as I lick long, controlled strokes over her core.
“Oh,” she cries, pulling at my hair. “Yes, Kai. Right there.”
Looking up from between her legs, I find her with her head thrown back, her tits heaving under the moonlight. Her legs tighten around my cheeks, pussy pulsing against my tongue.
I think this might be what my heaven will look like, and if it’s not, well, then I don’t really want to go.
Miller is frantic, but loose, having no control over her body as she rocks her hips against my mouth, finding her orgasm. Her fingers tighten in my hair, her abdomen contracting as she moans so loudly, there’s no way in hell we’re not going to get caught.
“There it is,” I whisper against her core and my words have her body shuddering.
“Kai . . . Kai, I’m coming.”
Her legs tighten, clenching around me as her body shudders, and when her orgasm takes over, all I can do is watch.
She’s all wet, contracting muscles. Flushed skin, dilated eyes. Fucking beautiful as she whimpers my nickname into the night sky. She rolls and writhes against me, looking for every last second as I taste her at the same tempo, letting her ride it out on my face while having the best fucking view to watch how stunning this girl is when she falls apart because of me.
My dick is throbbing, painfully angry that he’s not getting any action tonight, but I’ll take care of him in the shower when I get back to my room. Every languid stroke will be done with vivid memory of what it sounds like when Miller calls out my name as she comes.
She goes soft against the ground, sated and sleepy just as she was before that phone call. Exactly as I hoped when I pulled her out of her room.
I kiss her pussy, finishing with a gentle tap to the sensitive flesh.
“Feel better?”
She nods. “Much better.”
“Good.” Pulling at her arms, I lift her off the ledge and back into the water with me. “Let’s get you to bed.”
With her wrapped around me, I carry her to the stairs, putting her on a step to rest, but still deep enough that the water is covering her naked body in case anyone heard her moaning and has decided to come bust us.
Meanwhile, I swim across the length of the pool, gathering up our discarded swimsuits before meeting her back on the stairs. Retying her suit, I hand the pieces back to her, and while she gets redressed, I climb out of the water to grab her a towel, not bothering to get my naked body covered until I can cover hers.
My cock is making a proud display of how ready I am for a release as it juts out from my body. I try to ignore the ache as I bring a towel to her where she sits on the top stair, still as naked as the day she was born.
When I bend with the open towel, she doesn’t just grab it. She grabs me too.
She pulls me down to her level until my ass hits the cement ledge of the pool.
“What are you—” but my words die on my tongue when I note the way she’s prowling towards me.
And in one single motion, Miller flips her wet hair to one side of her shoulders and licks my shaft from root to tip.
“Fuck,” I exhale. “Mills, yes please.”
With a smile on her lips, she opens them and slides my length into her warm, waiting mouth.
“Oh my God, baby, yes. Just like that.”
Eagerly, Miller is on her knees on the top step of the pool, sucking my cock like it’s a damn popsicle. I curl over her, gathering her hair in my fist so I can get a better view. Her tits bounce as she bobs on my dick, taking me so deep I hit the back of her throat.
“Jesus.” My eyes roll back.
With her hands, she wanders over my thighs, squeezing the muscle. She traces the inked skin on my legs and hips, before running her fingers over the small patch of pubic hair above my cock. The same cock which is being swallowed down in the most enthusiastic blow job of my life.
My hips thrust up as I cradle her skull, curling over to watch.
But then Miller presses her palms against my chest, ushering me to lay back against the cement ground. I do, leaning back on an elbow, one knee bent, foot perched on the ledge while my other leg dangles freely in the water.
My long body stretches out as Miller continues to work.
How the fuck did I get so lucky that I’m getting my dick sucked by a stunning woman under the summer moonlight? I feel like a fucking king.
And then she moans. She fucking moans with a mouth full of my cock.
I gather her hair again, holding it against her skull as I palm her head with a single hand, bouncing her at the tempo I crave. Miller whimpers against my length but keeps up. Lapping and licking, sucking the tip.
She’s clenching her legs together on the top step as if this is turning her on so much she wants to come again.
Hand sliding down, she cups my balls and every muscle in my body fires, trying to hold my orgasm in. She strokes my shaft with both her hand and her lips, creating the most insane tempo and friction. Miller pops off me, using her saliva as lubricant as she jerks me with only her hand instead.
She peers up at me, those green eyes mischievous as her tongue darts out and flicks the underside of my crown.
“Fuck. You’re killing me.” My body jolts again, begging me to let go, but I want this to last as long as possible. I want to spend my whole night right here until someone walks in on us to reopen the pool in the morning.
She kisses a path down my shaft, using her hand in conjunction to stroke me. The sounds of our wet skin sliding together is the only thing you can hear out here other than my needy sounds. Miller licks the sensitive skin of my balls before she sucks one in her mouth, jacking me off simultaneously.
And she watches me the entire time like she’s just waiting for the moment I come apart.
“I’m going to . . .” My words are stunted. “Gonna come.”
She only continues, sucking and twirling her talented tongue until my thick and swollen shaft throbs in her hand.
In long jerks, cum decorates my abdomen, shooting out as Miller continues her movements. My entire body tenses and my lungs stop working as I come so hard my vision fades around the corners.
Somehow though, I can still see Miller between my legs. Smug and so satisfied like she’s been looking forward to sucking the life out of me since the first day we saw each other.
I think she might be a little bit crazy. My favorite brand of crazy, but crazy nonetheless.
Once my dick is spent, I take a deep breath, falling back onto the cement ledge, entirely done for. Miller crawls over my naked body, her tits rubbing against my softening cock as she licks a path of cum off my abdomen.
All I can do is laugh in disbelief. How the fuck is this my life? “Where the hell did you come from?”
She straddles my hips, palms anchored on my pecks, and if my dick wasn’t completely done, I might just say screw it to my condom rule and fuck her right here.
The power of a good blow job, I guess. Makes you do stupid things.
“That was incredible.” I breathe.
“Told ya. Gold star head.” She simply grins, all knowing, before she licks her lips as if she’s tasting me on them again.