Page 29 of Space Balls: Houston, We Have Liftoff
I find myself laughing with her as I reach back and tug my T-shirt over my head.
“Keep going, old man. Let’s see if your carpet matches your drapes or if you’re Just for Men-ing your Johnson.”
“Jesus, I’m only thirty-six, I’m not going gray yet.” I shake my head, exasperated, but still smiling.
She shrugs, her tits bouncing. “Yeah, I know. But you’re fun to rile up.” Her tongue rubs her bottom lip, her eyes bright with lust on my chest. “Now hurry up and show me the goods.”
I reach down and tug off my boots first, then shove my pants and boxer briefs to the floor in one move.
“Holy anaconda.” She sighs a happy sigh and slides off the side of the bed to her knees. She murmurs something that sounds like, “I knew it would be life-changing,” but I’m too turned on by the sight of Rose on her knees, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, her eyes locked on my dick like it’s the key to happiness, to process her words.
I haven’t been this on edge since my high school days. The fleeting thought that Rose was only just born when I was just learning how to control myself in the bedroom nearly has my dick flagging.
That is, until she deep throats it in one go.
She comes back up gagging. “Whelp.” She cough-laughs. “That didn’t go as planned.”
I’ve never had so much fun with someone in bed before. I push her hair back, my thumb at the corner of her upturned lips. “Easy there. You don’t have to—”
“Are you about to mansplain a blow job to me again?” She plants her hands on her hips. “’Cause I’m just saying, if you do, I’m out.” Her mutinous expression would be cute if I didn’t think she’d follow through on her threat.
“Nope.” I shake my head and zip my lips with my hand, knowing I look ridiculous. “Not mansplaining a thing.”
“Hmmph.” Frowning, she shifts her thighs farther apart, dropping her butt down lower between her heels. “Better not.”
And then I’m in her warm mouth again, her slick tongue running up and down my cock, flicking the underside of the tip.
“Jesus.”
She hums a sound that I’m sure is supposed to be words, but my brain isn’t functioning. She’s deep throating in earnest now, her slightly lower positioning allowing my cock to glide down her throat.
Through hooded eyes, I watch her nostrils flare as she breathes in through her nose, her hands coming up to grip my ass and pull me toward her.
All I can do is hold her hair back and mumble incoherently until my balls start to tighten.
Before I embarrass myself and come, I pull out, the shock of air to my wet dick dialing back my desire enough to reach down and lift Rose up, tossing her on the bed once more.
“I wasn’t finished.” Her pout, still glistening from her expert blow job, is sexy as hell. I’m certain if I let her, this woman would run me ragged for the rest of my life, and I’d love every minute of it.
I shake off the thought and spread her thighs with my hands. “But I haven’t even started yet.” I drop down, licking at her clit.
“Hmm, yeah.” She pulls her thighs up and widens them even more, giving me room to work. “I’ll let you win this round.”
I smile as I go down on her, building her up to a maddening pitch, pushing her hard and fast into orgasm. Lapping at her while she screams.
It isn’t until she’s twitching from light aftershocks that I pull open my nightstand drawer and grab a condom.
She’s only just opened her eyes when I enter her, the fast thrust of my cock arching her back, ripping a moan from her lips. “Ah, fuck yes. Do that. More of that.”
I do. Still smiling, I pull back and pound, a slow, hard rhythm that has her twisting beneath me. Her smart mouth opens in a silent scream as another orgasm rips through her.
And when her inner walls clamp down around me, I see the stars I’ve only ever seen in space.
But somehow, they’re brighter.
Nine
Outer Space Treaty
