Slap Shot(39)

“Ah, ah,” he panted as I drew in air through my nose and curved my tongue around his shaft.

I set up a quick tempo of drawing him in then almost releasing him. I didn’t know who this was more of a treat for, him or me. I was having a great time. Delicious darts of pleasure were shooting to my clit, the beginning of my own climb to climax.

Pausing in my swift movements, I held the base of his cock, laved around his glans with the tip of my tongue, scooped into his slit then tickled his sensitive frenulum.

“Wild thing, you’re torturing me,” he groaned, a hand curling around the nape of my neck.

I played for a few minutes more, holding the base of his cock firm and rolling and teasing my way around his head. Then as more pre-cum dribbled from him I opened up and took him right to the very back of my throat again.

“Ah, jeez,” he groaned, the hand on the nape of my neck gripping me.

I began to pump at the base in long, gliding movements, working him up to my mouth then pulling curled fingers down as I treated his head to licks with the flat of my tongue. I repeated this process over and over, absorbing the tiny trembles shivering through his body as I took him in deep then teased him shallow.

Suddenly the pressure on the back of my neck increased and his cock hardened to granite. “Be really fucking careful or you’re going to get it,” he warned in a choked voice.

I wanted it, I wanted it all so I upped the pace, intensified the grip of my fingers and my mouth.

He jerked his hips upward and his cock rammed into the back of my throat and lodged there. He groaned loud and abandoned. I beat down my gag reflex, dragged in thin slivers of air through my nose and sucked…hard. Really hard.

He cried out a string of curses that ended in, “Holy shit.” The grip on my neck increased as his cock pulsed in my mouth and a shot of rich semen flooded my tongue. His legs tensed around me so tight I feared for my ribs. I was trapped, impaled upon him. I was loving every single one of his reactions to me.

“Oh my god,” he groaned as more salty liquid spilled from his convulsing shaft. His whole body trembled around me and I swallowed fast, drank him up. Sucking mercilessly, I drained every last drop of pleasure from him. My pussy was contracting, throbbing around nothing. I could orgasm just from doing this to him, I was so near, I was so close.

Eventually his cock stilled and I let him slip from my mouth and glanced up. His head was tipped back, his mouth parted in a slack, sated way and his eyes were shut. Touching my lips to the coarse hair running to his navel, I began to slowly kiss my way up his bricked abs, shoving at his T-shirt as I went and delighting in the flavors and textures of his skin. When I reached his nipples his chest was still rising and falling rapidly. I swirled my tongue around the dark beads and they hardened and rolled.

“Lose this,” I said, my hands still in his T-shirt and my mouth now on his neck.

He opened his eyes and with one swift movement peeled it over his head and discarded it on the floor.

Finally coming face level, I rested my body against his and smiled at his glazed expression. Wiry chest hair tickled against my breasts and his softening cock lodged at my belly. I fed him a hot, open-mouthed kiss, exploring and delving deep into his mouth. He gave back as good as he got, his tongue eager, his rough-textured hands tracing the outlines of my body.

“It’s never, ever felt that intense,” he said, pulling back slightly. “That was awesome, Dana.”

I smiled and kissed his jawline right around to his ear. “Happy birthday,” I murmured.

He pushed slightly at my hips. “Get back up on the stage.”

I raised my brows, surprised. I thought it would get carnal down here, on the chair.

“Stage,” he said again.

My legs were weak from being folded but I managed to stand and sashay back up the steps. When I reached the pole, I turned and leaned back against it.

He stood behind me, naked, fully aroused again and with such a look of primitive need on his face that a tremble went up my spine.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I did as he asked, turned to face the pole, my heart thudding and my stomach clenching. He lodged in behind me, his body heat radiating onto my back and his lips resting at my temple. He pushed me forward and the cool steel touched my cheek, my sternum and my mound. I had no idea what he had in store for me and somehow I didn’t think my imagination would stretch to what Rick “Ramrod” Lewis had in mind.

“Hands up,” he said as he cupped the backs of my arms, urging them above my head. “Hold on, wild thing, you’re going to need to.”





Chapter Seven



His hands slid down my upstretched shoulders and his fingertips skimmed the outer curves of my breasts. I shivered at his light touch. I was desperate for more. My pussy was dampening at every scent, sound and caress.