Page 16 of Filthy Ruck

“Crawl to him,” Storm insisted.

I knelt on the edge of the bed and started a very slow crawl toward the other player. Glancing over at Storm, I undid the front of Dallas' pants and peeled the sides back until his erection sprang free. I palmed his hard length, caressing the vein that ran underside until he groaned and bucked his hips, thrusting between my fingers.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

I palmed his balls for a moment or two before reaching over to the table beside the bed to pick up a condom.

“What are you—” Storm started.

“House rules,” I said. “Outside of Flirts, we can do what we want. Here we use condoms.”

He looked annoyed, but nodded for me to continue.

I tore the packet open with my teeth and rolled the condom down Dallas's cock. Lying half over him, I teased his head with my tongue before lowering my mouth and taking him all the way down my throat.

“Fucking hell,” Dallas breathed. “So good.” He rolled his head back and closed his eyes, his lips turned up. Slowly, with more control than I would have thought he had, he bucked his hips, fucking my mouth.

Storm groaned softly. His balls must have been aching. Cock throbbing and engorged with blood.

In the corner of my eye, I saw him kneel down on the bed before he rolled me so he could part my legs and lower his mouth to my pussy.

The first swipe of his tongue sent a shiver all the way through me. Many of my customers didn't care whether I came or not, but he clearly knew what to do with his mouth. He expertly found my clit and teased it mercilessly, while slipping a couple of thick fingers inside me.

Dallas fucked my mouth a little faster now. Control gradually slipping away even though the expression on his face spoke of how hard he was trying to cling to it.

I massaged his balls and stroked the skin around his prostate, stimulating him further while I gagged with every thrust.

He groaned. His back arched and his cock pumped harder between my lips before a squirt of warm cum filled the condom.

He flopped back against the mattress, panting lightly. He stayed like that for about ten seconds before he jerked his cock out of my mouth.

“Fuck.” He slid the condom off and tossed it aside. It hit the wall with a wet splat before sliding down and landing on the floor. “Fuck.” He rolled away from me and looked at me like he'd never seen me before.

“Fuck.” He did up the front of his pants and got to his feet.

“Dallas, what the hell, dude?” Storm lifted his mouth from my pussy when I was way too close to coming.

Dallas shook his head in disgust. Whether it was with me, Storm, himself or all of the above, I couldn't tell.

“I don't fuck whores,” he said finally. “Idon't pay to fuck.”

“You didn't pay, I did,” Storm pointed out. His breath tickled my clit.

“Same fucking thing.” Dallas wrenched the door open and hurried out of the room, letting it swing closed behind him.

I sighed to myself. The same thing happened to me several times before. Guys got caught up in the moment and regretted it immediately afterward. In this case, though, things could get very complicated. Sooner or later, he'd see me at the stadium and remember this.

“He doesn't know, does he?” I asked.

“He will,” Storm said, as though it was no big deal at all. He lowered his mouth and went back to swiping his tongue over my clit. “Come for me.”

Things might get ugly later, but for now I might as well let myself go and come on his mouth, on his dollar. I closed my eyes, spread my knees wider and enjoyed the way he was feasting on me. He groaned from deep in the back of his throat, suggesting I was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

As if Dallas leaving never happened, I was quickly back on the edge of coming. I was right there before Storm pulled his mouth away. He grinned at me, letting me come down before diving back in and driving me closer again.

The man knew exactly how to play a woman. How to drive me absolutely wild.

Before he could pull back again, I came hard and fast against his mouth, the whole room disappearing as I was caught up in a wave of pure bliss. I cried out loudly. Loud enough for my throat to hurt. Loud enough that if the room wasn't soundproofed, the whole club would have heard. Loud enough to satisfy an ego as big as his.

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