Page 103 of Double Shot

“Mmmm-hmmm.” She smiled around my cock and I groaned again, her eyes twinkling. She was enjoying this as much as I was. Eventually she pulled back and released me. She stroked it a few times, looking from it to me, and then back to it. My ego would have groaned in pleasure if it could. She stood without letting go of me and turned her back to me.

“Do you need lube?” I asked, breathless.

“I don’t think so,” she said, and I saw how wet she was as she guided herself down onto me. There was a small amount of tension, but it was gone quickly, and she let herself slide all the way down onto my length. “No, I think we’re…” her breath hitched. “I think we’re good,” she groaned.

She rode me in reverse, and her hips rolled and bucked. There wasn’t a lot of up and down, in and out, but that didn’t matter. I knew, somewhere in the more rational parts of my brain, that she was using me to find those spots inside her, those spots that she could focus on and make herself cum. All I had to do was sit back and hold her hips, so she didn’t fall or slip out of my lap.

“How are you doing?” Lach asked, walking in front of the desk.

“I’m good, yeah.” I let out a gasp.

“Fantastic, yeah?” He laughed.

“Definitely fantastic,” Sadie agreed.

“Busy?” I asked.

“Oh, this is all you, mate.” Lach gave me a smile. “She woke me up in the best way possible.”

“What,” I groaned again as she fondled my balls. “What’s that? The best way?”

“Morning head, what else?” he asked.

“Ah,” I managed. Sadie managed more, lifting up off of me, clenching and shaking. She came impressively and was almost panting when she sat back down on me.

“Oh God,” she whispered.

“There was more after, but I’m pretty sure you can figure that out. So, what is the sit rep?” he asked, looking at the computer screen, I turned my head to look but one of the screens was still tracking flight control radar out of San Antonio and the other had gone to its screen saver mode. I tried to produce a coherent answer, but concentration was difficult.

“Um, flight, something… Dallas Love…” I stumbled.

“Mate, you are way too tense right now,” he said. “How long have you been up, working on this?”

“Heispretty tense,” Sadie said. “Especially between his legs, a lot of tension down there.”

“Couple hours… three…” I managed to spit out, she was working my balls over again, and fuck.Fuck.

“You’re working too hard, you need to take a break,” Lach said, putting his hands on both of my shoulders, digging his thumbs between them. “Sadie, do you think he should take a break?”

“He should, definitely take a break,” she said, and stood up. When I came out of her, my cock slapped back against my stomach, glistening and wet with her last orgasm. “He’s so tense.” Her words were honey and silk. She took me in her mouth again and started giving noisy, aggressive head. The sort that was hard to resist, hard to hold back from.

“Oh God, mate.” I managed a half wave at Sadie. It was a perfect opportunity for him to take her from behind.

“Relax, we’ve already gone once this morning.” He gave my shoulders a massage-like squeeze. “This is just you and her. I’m enjoying the show, though.”

I felt her take me completely into her mouth, and her hands were back on my balls, giving them the business that she knew I liked. “You’ve almost got him, Shady, you’ve almost got him.” He laughed.

“You are very specificallynothelping,” I managed to say.

“Mate, just relax, enjoy this,” he said, gripping my shoulders and giving me a little shake. It was damned distracting, his hands on my shoulders, her eyes burning into mine, watching her slide back and forth, rocking her whole body, my cock vanishing into her mouth. There was no way, no way she was getting all of that in her.

She fell into a steady rhythm, wet, and sloppy. I groaned, and I felt things drawing tight, the tension rising into a knot. She cupped my balls and gave them an affectionate squeeze. “Oh… fuck…” and it was over. My good leg folded. Lach caught me before I fell out of the chair, and I came.

Certainly not my proudest moment, in hindsight.

At the time, I was barely aware of anything other than what felt like a floodgate being opened and almost falling.

There are different sorts of orgasms. Some brief; intense. Others longer and more drawn out. This one, this one was the sort that started strong and while each individual pulse was a little weaker than the one before it, they seemed to deal more cumulative effect. The first two or three were enlightenment, nirvana, want and desire leaving the mortal coil in strong spurts. Then the next few imitated the throes of intoxication, taking eye hand coordination with them. The last few dribbles, the ones that Sadie milked out of me, never looking away, were the ones that left me unable to walk or even do anything but struggle to remember how to breathe.

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