“Shhh. This will have to be quick,” Dylan breathed into my ear. “I thought I could wait until after dinner, but I can’t. I want to see you come now.”
He pushed two long fingers deep into my wet pussy in one hard thrust, stretching me in a brilliant flare of pleasure. His two fingers were bigger than any cock I’d taken before. He would split me open when he finally got inside me. I’d felt him when we were kissing before. Sex with Dylan would be in a class by itself.
Just this, his fingers inside me, the heel of his palm grinding my clit as I thrust my hips against him, was the best sex I’d ever had and it wasn’t even sex. The orgasm hit me in a rush, splintering through me as he muffled my moans with his mouth. He played with me, thrusting his fingers, circling his palm on my clit, drawing it out until my knees wobbled and my moans faded into panting breaths.
I’d never come that fast in my life. Granted, I’d been primed from our kiss in his office, but orgasm was never a guarantee for me, even when I was alone. Every muscle in my legs shook, and I was glad the wall was there to hold me up.
His hard cock pressed into my hip, reminding me that I’d been completely passive, allowing him to do as he pleased, but offering nothing back. Before I could think better of it, I sank to my knees, reaching for his belt. Dylan’s fingers slipped from between my legs. He touched my face with his other hand. Maybe he wanted to stop me. I didn’t care. I knew I was supposed to let him lead, but I wanted to give him something back. I wanted his cock. His fingers had been amazing. Fantastic. Better than I could have imagined. But I wanted to touch him. I wanted him in my mouth.
My fingers fumbled as I opened his belt. I ignored the whisper of my name above me, pushed away the faint sounds of the slot machines filtering down the hall. His hard length pressed against his zipper, waiting for me to release him. I had to be fast. We’d only been in there for a few minutes, but I had no idea if anyone would be coming, or if the doors on either side of us led anywhere. Maybe they’d open and people would come streaming out. Just the thought spurred me to get on with it. I’d have plenty of time to linger over his cock later. For now, I needed to stay focused.
He was too big for me to take all of him in my mouth. I wasn’t exactly the queen of blow jobs. I’d given a few. Mainly to boyfriends, of which there hadn’t been many. It had been a while since I’d been here, kneeling before a man, my hand on him, lips open and eager.
Actually, my lips had never been eager. And I’d never thought of it as a ‘cock’. Always a penis if I mentally used a word for it at all. What I had before me was a cock. Thick and long, this was the tool of a man, not a boy. I circled my hand around his girth, unable to close my fingers. I whimpered at the thought of taking him between my legs. The pressure. I’d be so full. I licked his head, tasting the drop of moisture at the tip. Musky and male.
I wanted more. Using my hand to stroke where my mouth couldn’t reach, I dropped my jaw and took as much of him as I could. Above me, I heard a low groan. I moaned in response, the vibration teasing him as I sucked and licked, my hand stroking in the same rhythm. With my other hand, I cupped his balls, pressing two fingers into his perineum. He thrust back at me, driving his cock deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.
I choked for a second before I relaxed. With any other man, that would have been it. I would have pushed him back, overwhelmed. But I’d never wanted a cock like this before. I wanted him in my mouth, wanted his taste, wanted to feel him come and know I’d given that to him.
Breathing through my nose, I tried to relax and let him thrust, twisting my hand, sucking in hard pulls. I stroked my tongue around the head of his cock when he drew back, tasting every inch of him. My pussy, so recently satisfied, pulsed between my legs, jealous of my mouth. It wanted him to fuck between my legs instead of my lips. I was happy exactly where I was, inhaling his scent, feeling the need build in his jagged thrusts. His balls pulled tight to his body, and I sucked harder, not letting myself ease back as he buried his cock in the opening of my throat and came, groaning my name into the empty hall.
I sucked out the last of his orgasm, reveling in the taste of his come. Another first. I’d swallowed before, but never because I really wanted to. This time, I’d needed it, needed to feel his pleasure inside me. Fingertips caressed the side of my face with a touch that was almost sweet. Then his hands were under my arms and I was on my feet, shoved back into the wall, his mouth on mine, my body pressed to the length of his. When he broke away, we were both panting. He stepped back and busied himself straightening his clothes. I looked down, suddenly shy, wiping the backs of my fingers across my mouth.