"Stone!" I whimper out. I don't care how pathetic I sound. I'm shaking, trembling with need. He's holding me still or I might fall over. I have to beg, even though reason would've told me not to. If I beg, he might make me wait longer. But I'm not thinking that right now because I'm driven with the singular need to have his cock back in me.
Stone looks at me with that smug confidence that melts me and makes me crazy all at once. "I don't want come in that magic fucking pussy yet. Look at what you've already done to my cock," Stone teases me more. I look down his body and see that his gorgeous cock is covered in my creamy arousal. I let go and I pull open the door, even thought I'm sure there are other people in the bathroom. I don't care.
I'm sucking his cock and I'm not doing it in a stall. Like the handicapped stall might be free but like someone needs that stall for more pressing reasons I'm not getting in their way, you know? I'm grateful that floor in this bathroom is pretty damn clean because I drop down to my knees and suck his cock so deep down my throat I gag a little against it. I keep swallowing. I'm a girl on a fucking mission.
"Damn, teasing you is dangerous, Gisele," Stone groans. He angles his hips and thrusts his cock deep in my throat. Yeah, he's not fucking concerned. He brings a hand to cup my chin. Kinda sweet. Sweet as sucking a rock star's cock in a bathroom can be. I'm crazy for doing this, but I'm crazy about doing this, too. It just washes over my body, the urge to devour his cock, and I continue bobbing up and down, and swallow.
He wants to tease? I'm going to torture. I won't even deny him anything. I'll let him, and he can cum right down my throat. Our juices mix and I taste his precum with my own arousal and I'm so fucking wet just thinking about it. The salty sweet taste of us together makes me moan. That moan shoots a thrill through Stone's throbbing cock. Stone squeezes my hair, fisting a big handful and groaning. Mister in control is in my hands ... and my mouth and throat right now. Stone's at my mercy right now. Because no way he's not going to rocket a hot load down my throat.
Well, of course, I had to go and think that. Because you know what he does now?
Yes, he pulls his cock out of my throat with a loud wet popping sound through the air. He lifts me up and pulls me down on his cock and while we start toward the stall, he seems to give up that idea and instantly he has me against the wall. I pull my legs up high as I can. If he's going to keep taking that cock away, I'm going to take him as deep as I can while I still have the chance. I clamp down on his cock with my pussy. I'm dripping down my thighs. Shaking. I bite my lips and groan.
Licking my lips, I savor the taste of him while he fucks me, in, out, he's keeping me on his cock and bouncing me up and down with a loud slapping sound. I hear a gasp in the background ... someone saw us. But I don't care. Much.
"We need," I pant out. I'm trying to say more but I can't form words
"Yes?" Stone says, and he's laughing and already walking and carrying us both back to our stall.
I hear a few giggles, but like hey, I'm getting mine and I don't really give a shit. Can you blame me? Stone's cock is like a magic wand made for fucking. Like, he's great on stage, but he's even better at performing when he's inside of me.
That equally magic mouth of his closes over mine. Our kiss crashes together, and I can feel him smile while his lips are over mine.
Can he read my thoughts? The way he kisses me makes me feel like he's some kind of robot programmed for my absolute pleasure. He seems to know every single way to touch me to make me fall apart around him. His cock is pulsing inside me, so hard and making my eyes roll back in my head. His tongue over mine is sensual I could just cry. Fuck Stone feels so good. I'm close to being totally overloaded by the sheer ecstasy of his touch, but I'm going to savor every moment of this until I can't take it anymore. Then I'm going to suck it up and continue having the time of my life.
Sucking him up. I love tasting my pussy on Stone's cock. Every inch of him covered in every drop of me? There's almost something poetic in that, if not just totally sensual. I hate to be the one to tell Stone how to do his job, but maybe his song needs another verse and the sweet needs of something filthy in it.
I can't compose more music right now. I can't fathom any level of composure. I break our kiss, gasping for air and panting at his cock sliding in and out of my soaking pussy. A low moan escapes my lips but I dive against his collarbone and cry out against it. Stone shivers and pulls me closer, and the feel of his jutting cock shivering inside of me makes me clamp a vise grip down on his cock.
"Fuck, I can't decide how I want to die," Stone growls in a low voice that makes my nipples tingle just hearing it. "Fucking your face while that throat holds me in tight, or your pussy strangling the life out of my cock. Either way sounds perfect."