Years back, Luther and I used to visit a club when we were in Auckland. The dominance, restraints, rough sex were more Luther’s thing than mine, but I can’t deny it was wild and heady. Nothing, though, came close to Darcy on her knees, gazing up at me with wide eyes.

She’d come to me in the bathroom while I showered. At the entrance to the shower she stood silently and stripped. Our eyes stayed locked, both of us naked, her hands at her sides as if waiting for my permission to step into the spray.

I held my hand out to her and she walked in. Taking hold of my forearm she lowered herself to her knees, water streaming over us from the double jets.

“May I?” she asked, dropping her gaze from my face, to my hard cock, and back to my face again.

“All yours.”

Eyes still on mine, not flinching as a stream of water hit her face, she ran her tongue around her lips and gripped the base of my cock. Then she lowered her head and without any teasing engulfed me with her mouth. Her other hand cupped my balls, and my knees threatened to buckle as I hit the back of her throat.

She gagged, and tried again, further this time before she slid back up my shaft and swirled her tongue around the head. My jaw clenched and I swallowed hard because within a minute, she had me right on the edge.

I gathered her hair up as she sucked me in and out of her mouth, her tongue, hands working the base of my cock and balls. I wasn’t going to last long in that perfect wet heat.

“Fuck, Darcy.”

She released me with a pop. “Is that how you like it?” she asked, eyes all mock-innocence.

“No. That’s how I love it.” I eased her head back down, and she took me again. Three thrusts and I pulled her back off. “Exactly like that. How about you?”

Darcy took in a couple of big gulps of air. “I love your cock. The taste, the soft skin, the way it’s so big.” She gulped again and swallowed. “So big I think I’m going to choke, that I can’t take it…and then, I can.”

She tried to dive down, stopped by the grip I had on her hair.

“Look at me.” Her eyes found mine. “If my cock goes down your throat again, I’m going to come. You tell me where.”

“In my mouth. Drown me.”

I eased the head past her lips and stopped. She tried to take more but I gave her hair a tug. “That’s enough. Suck, just there, and while you do that, I want you to think about how your pussy feels. Is it wet?”

She groaned, her tongue drawing patterns over the end of my cock.

“Does it need my mouth, or my cock?” She made a sound and I jerked out of her mouth. Spit and shower water ran down her chin.

“Everything,” she said. “Your cock, mouth, fingers.”

“Spread your knees wider. I want you to play with yourself while I fuck your mouth. Get that pussy ready for me.”

Her hand disappeared between her legs as I pushed back into her mouth. This time, I went deeper. Her other hand reached for my hip and I used it to guide how deep I went. I hit the back of her throat, she gagged, but when I went to ease up, she pulled me closer, and swallowed. I stayed there, my balls tightening ready to come. I dragged myself back out.

Darcy gasped, her chest heaving. “I love that,” she said.

“Good, because this time, I’m going to come down your throat. Open.”

Her jaw dropped, tongue out, ready for me. Fingers digging into my hip, she pulled me close and I went deeper than before. She made a humming sound, swallowed, her throat constricting over the head of my cock. That did it. My balls drew tight, hitting her chin. My grip on her hair tightened, and the hand that had been between her legs took hold of my other hip. She held me to her as I exploded down her throat, and roared her name.

When I finished, I slid out, eased Darcy to her feet, and backed her to the wall. I ran my thumb around her swollen lips. “That was astounding. This mouth is fucking beautiful.”

Her chest still heaved as she gulped for air. “I loved it, too.”

I slipped my hand between her legs. She was soaked. “You need to come,” I said, rubbing her clit.

“Yeah, please, I’m so close,” she panted.

I went to my knees, lifting one of her legs over my shoulder. Her hands gripped my head as I sucked her swollen nub. My fingers found her pussy slick, easily slipping inside, and I pumped them in and out as I sucked.

“That’s it, right there. Please, don’t stop…”

I stopped. She tugged my hair.

“Oliver, what are you doing? Why did you stop?”

I don’t know how she did it to me, but I was hard again. I stood. “Turn around, hands against the wall.” I took hold of her hips. “Hands lower, step out here.” I got her bent into position, ass up, water streaming across her back.

“You going to fuck me like this, or just look?”

I slapped her ass, not too hard, but it must have stung in the water because she squealed then wiggled it again.

I rubbed my cock along her dripping slit. “I’m going to fuck you, hard. Ready?”

“I’ve been ready for hours.”

I lined my cock up, and filled her in one thrust.

“There, that’s the spot,” she moaned.

I pulled out and entered her again, and again. I slapped her ass, because it was there, because the shape of it begged for my hand.

She moaned.

“Your cunt grabs me when I slap your ass. I think you like it.”

“I do.”

I fucked her, slapped her again. The muscles of her thighs trembled as I went deeper. She told me how close she was, cursed me when I slowed down, grunted when I went deep. The trembling deepened through her body, and I reached for her swollen, sensitive clit. Just the pressure of my fingers took her over. She wailed as I thrust into her, calling my name.

I pulled her close to me, scared she’d slip on the tiles as her legs buckled. My hand under her chin lifted her away from the wall, back arched, pussy still clenching in orgasmic waves over my dick as I thrust harder, my dick jerking as I came inside her.

“You’re right,” she said, as I eased my cock out of her. “You really do have a magic dick.”