A Sticky Mess

(Lawson)

Damn, I love how fucking responsive Skye is to my touch. I could never get tired of this.

Her walls spasm around my fingers in a vice grip. A grip I want to feel around my cock.

Even with the gag to dampen her noises, my balls are tight and aching from the sounds she makes.

Her legs relax. She’s calming. I release her clit from my lips and look up.

Do I want to remove that gag to shove my dick in her mouth? Or do I want to fuck this tight heat? A shudder runs up my back, I want these slick walls wrapped around my cock. But not just yet.

I stand, circle along the round bed and grab a pillow. I stick it under her head, tilting her face up.

Her wide eyes lock on mine, I look down at her, debating. My tongue runs against my bottom lip. No, I want to see her eyes while I fuck her delicious face.

I tug the gag out of her mouth, leaving it loose around her neck. One look at that mouth, her lips parted, sends fire through my veins.

Straddling her, I shove down my boxers, my cock reaching over my navel.

I run my finger along her bottom lip. Holding her eyes in mine, I push my finger into her mouth. I nod, and her lips form a seal around it.

“See how good you taste?”

Her eyelids flare, causing a smile to spread across my face. I slip my finger from her mouth with a wet pop, and I trace her lips with it, teasing them into a perfect O. A perfect O that’s begging to be filled.

I move my hips closer, teasing the tip of my cock around her lips. Holding my shaft, I push through her full lips.

“Good girl,” I say when her tongue pushes along the bottom of my shaft.

Skye sucks as I push deeper into her mouth. Her head slips, I pull the pillow under her to support it. Perfect, she’s moving her whole head back and forth.

My hands move to her hair, and her movement slowly knits my fingers through it. I grip onto her head and hold it still. Her eyes move up to mine, and I hold them as I begin moving my hips.

In and out, I fuck the perfect mouth of her beautiful face. Her tongue never stops working my shaft.

A shudder rockets over me and my balls draw up. I yank away, not ready to stop yet.

Skye looks at me with a knitted brow.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

“Good, because I’m not ready for you to be done yet,” she pauses, “sir.”

My eyes snap shut as I stop myself from coming. She could not be more perfect. I need this woman. This star that begs me for more. The pussy I need to be inside.

Taking a deep breath, I force my head to clear, calming my balls before I can bury myself in her.

“Please,” she says. I open my eyes to see her mouth open, waiting for me. I have to smirk at her. As much as I was enjoying that, I want to feel that pussy and its vice grip on my dick.

I push myself between her legs, my shaft dragging along her slit. It’s still drenched, ready for me. I groan in anticipation.

Our lips meet in a brief kiss while I line myself up. With my hand, I position myself at her tight entrance.

Shit.

“Do you have a condom?”

Skye shakes her head. This sucks. Why the fuck don’t I always carry one in my pocket? From now on I will, for sure.

I speak to her in a clear voice as I tease my tip against her. “Skye. I’m going to put my cock in you. It’s about as big and hard right now as it’s ever been. It’s going to stretch you wide and deep and I’m going to fuck you hard until your pussy walls quiver. But I didn’t bring a condom. So I’m going to blow my load all over your sweet tits.”

Skye grins and nods. I push in. She gasps, and I know my over-excited cock is stretching her further than she’s ever been.

I start to move, pushing in as deep as I can before pulling back. My hips rock as I drive into her over and over, grinding myself against her clit.

A low moan erupts from her throat. She’s close, again.

“Let yourself go, I want to feel what I do to your body.”

Without pause, she screams. So loud it pierces my eardrum, not that I care. Her walls spasm around my dick with such ferocity I can think of nothing else. I do nothing to quiet her yelling. I only feel the bliss of her coming on my dick.

“Fuck,” I yell as I snap my hips away.

Cum shoots from me with such force that it gets all over the pillow, the bedding, some in her hair. Some on the leopard-print scarf around her neck and all over her tits and the bra that’s still clasped around her ribs.

I throw my head back, arching my back as the massive climax rips up my body and threatens to buckle my knees.

“What the fuck! You motherfucking asshole, what the fuck are you doing in my fucking bed?” Kelso screams, rushing toward us.

My body hasn’t recovered yet but I panic he’s going to do something to Skye and jump away to the far side of the bed, taking her with me. My cum is in her hair, streaked down her front. And dangling from Kelso’s scarf. Her arms are fixed to her waist and I work fast to undo my belt.

Kelso stops when he reaches his bed. His eyes travel over the rumpled bed, surveying my cum on his pillow and duvet. When his nostrils start flaring, I judge the distance to the door. Skye is moving around behind me but I don’t take my eyes from Kelso to see what she’s doing.

“I knew you were sizing up this little piece of ass when you were here the other day. How dare you come back here for a taste.”

“And I can’t tell you how fucking sweet that taste was.”

“It was my taste. You had no right to it.”

“Too fucking bad for you.”

“Bullshit. Every time I get something you want, you can’t keep your hands off it.”

Skye can’t help but speak up at that. “I am not an it! And for your information, Lawson and I knew each other before.” She stands straight beside me, her jaw clenched and chest heaving.

Kelso’s eyes rake over her near naked body, his eyes popping when they reach her heavy tits.

“Is that my scarf?” Kelso says, pointing to the scarf. He grits his teeth. “Give me my fucking scarf. Now.”

“Gladly.”

Skye rips it from her neck and holds it out to him. Kelso snatches it from her, makes a face, and drops it. I burst out laughing.

“What’s wrong? Grab something sticky?” I say, smirking.

“Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Come on, Skye,” I say, my voice low and smooth.

She’s grabbing her clothes from the floor, trying to cover herself in the process. I pick up my suit jacket and lay it over her shoulders, shielding her from his beady eyes.