“Hey, Lib. You got something here,” Payton calls out, pointing to the corner of her mouth.
“Huh?” I reach up, and wipe it, only to realize she’s implying I’m drooling.
Fuck me, everyone’s a comedian today.
“No, still there.” She laughs when I shake my head at her.
“Go back to work,” I call back, not in the mood for her teasing.
Today isn’t the time or the place to be getting caught up in Hetch and his tempting tactics. I need to keep it professional.
Who am I kidding? The man is a walking sex dream. I’ll be lucky if I survive the day.
“I can’t hold it. I’m going to come, Hetch.” I squirm, fighting the need, trying to hold off until he gives the order.
We’re in bed later that night. Hetch is on his back in the middle of my bed, while I sit on his face and wait for the all clear to come.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” His words take hold of my orgasm, managing to hold me suspended between free falling and exploding.
“Hetch, I’m serious, I can’t handle it.” His grip on my thighs tightens and bites into my skin. I know I’m going to bruise, but I don’t give a shit about it right now.
“Hold it, sweetheart.” My hips buck when he doesn’t let me give in, a growl falling from my lips in frustration.
“No, I can’t.” I fight it, my orgasm already starting to implode. Hetch’s frustrated growl drowns out my moan while his hands move to my waist, and before I know it, he lifts me off his face. Flips me so I’m on my back. Straddles my chest and rests his cock between my breasts.
“What the?” Confusion filters through, my orgasm abruptly cut short.
“Told you to wait.” He shakes his head as he presses his hard cock along my cleavage.
“Come on, Hetch,” I complain, not really sure what the issue is.
What did he expect me to do? I was sitting on his face for Christ's sake. After a day of secret innuendos, sneaking glances and promises of payback, I’m a walking firecracker ready to ignite.
“No, sweetheart. I told you to wait, but you got greedy. So you don’t get to come until I have. Now squeeze your tits together for me.” He continues to roll his hips. Pre-cum beads at the head of his cock, coating my tits with his very own lube.
Not one to disobey twice in a row, I cup the side of both breasts, pressing them together, and encasing his cock between them.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, slowly picking up his pace. Squeezing tighter to keep him trapped, I lock eyes with him and watch as he loses himself to the pleasure.
“Fuck, baby. You look so fucking sexy right now.” He moans, the sounds traveling right through my body and down to my core.
“You’re the sexy one, honey,” I repeat his sentiment, becoming more turned on than I expected to. The pleasure is coming from watching him as he watches his cock slide between my tits.
“You got great tits, sweetheart.” His breath hitches, and if I didn’t pick up the drop of his voice, I wouldn’t know he’s close.
“Yeah? You like fucking them?” I move things along. Working myself deeper into arousal. Who would have guessed this shit makes me wild?
“Fuck, yeah, been thinking about fucking them from the moment I saw that shirt of yours today, wet and plastered to you.”
“Is that what your issue was? You were thinking about fucking them?” I ask, unsure if he’s messing with me, or this is a fantasy of his. Titty fucking isn’t high up on my list of must-dos, but with Hetch doing it, I could easily make it a weekly occurrence.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunts, the sound urging me to squeeze him tighter.
“Would have taken you around the back and sucked on those tight nipples, but we kind of had an audience.” I laugh, picturing how things would have gone down if we were caught in a compromising position like that.
“You’re always thinking about sex.” For some reason, my breath starts to rise, as if I’m doing all the work here.
“If I’m with you, yeah.” His balls slap against my skin, tightening my core even more. “Fuck, squeeze harder,” he orders and my hands push in at his command. “You ready, baby?” he asks, and if I wasn’t ready before, I am now. Ready for whatever he wants to give me.
“Yeah,” I pant, blowing warm air over the head of his cock.
“Don’t look at it, look at me.” My eyes rise up to his, just as the first spray of warm cum hits my neck. “Fuck yes!” He grinds, the muscles in his neck pulsing as he tenses and flexes with his orgasm.
A second spurt of cum hits my chin, a third on my neck.
Fuck me.
My core convulses with each groan, each hit of warm cum pushing me further into a frenzy.
“Jesus, Hetch.” I whimper under him. Watching him come apart has to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
He continues to push his hips forward, sliding in and out of the tight place I’ve created for him until he starts to slow his pace.