Page 40 of Gamble
Deciding to go for broke, Elijah let the towel around his waist fall to the floor. With the taste of her pussy still on his lips, there was no way to hide just how turned on he was by her proximity. His cock was as hard as he remembered it ever being, making it extra difficult to take his seat next to her, when all he wanted to do was position her to receive the fucking he wanted to deliver.
Patience, Keaton. You aren’t at Black Light.
It didn’t take long for the heat level in the small room to climb high enough to bring a nice glisten of perspiration to every inch of their skin. In the amicable silence, Elijah let his mind race ahead, imagining how perfectly their wet bodies would slide against each other if he were to take her here and now. Spreading his legs wider, his heavy balls fell against the cedar as his long shaft jutted out from his groin.
Unable to resist touching her, he took her hand in his, twining their fingers together as they let the growing steam flame the heat between them higher.
“Looks like parts of you could use a little attention. Any chance that was part of the bonus territory you promised?”
Her voice was quiet… tentative… so damn submissive. His cock ached with the need to fill her. It was so tempting.
“That wasn’t part of my original plan, no. But I’m more than happy to renegotiate the terms of our deal.” He tried his best tokeep his voice light—playful—unwilling to rush things between them.
Little did she know that scene negotiation was an important part of the BDSM lifestyle. He wished they were negotiating a domination scene at the club.
“I think that’s best,” she breathed as she pulled her hand away from his grip just before moving it to his cock.
Her hand was small… her fingertips touching as she tentatively gripped his shaft. Her soft touch was like a jolt of electricity, waking up every cell in his body.
“Holy shit… that feels amazing.”
He’d never uttered more accurate words in his close to fifty years. Elijah closed his eyes, allowing her slow strokes of his cock to build his need higher until all he could think about was plowing deep inside her.
Without opening his eyes, he warned her. “I’d be careful if I were you. I’m not sure how long I’m going to remain a gentleman if you don’t stop soon.”
Reagan leaned into him, her grip on his steel tightening as her hand picked up speed.
“Maybe I don’t want you to be a perfect gentleman,” she teased just before he felt her tongue swish across the tip of his engorged cock.
“Christ…” he cursed, lifting his hips just as his fingers threaded through her damp and messed hair, holding her head stationary so he could thrust a few inches of flesh into her mouth.
Her gurgled reply was an aphrodisiac, sending his pulse higher. With great effort, Elijah forced himself to loosen his grip enough to allow her to pull away from him if she wanted to. He sighed with relief when she instead took enough of his cock into her mouth to gag herself as his tip nudged Reagan’s throat.
“That’s it, baby. Your mouth feels like a slice of heaven.”
With her throat struggling to take his shaft deeper, Reagan couldn’t respond with words. Instead, she slipped to the floor, kneeling on the cedar planks between his open legs, turning her full attention to bringing him pleasure.
How long had it been since he’d turned himself over to a woman? Giving her full control over his body? How ever long it had been, he knew it had been too long.
Oral sex was pretty much the only kind of sex he’d had in the last year—courtesy of the faceless submissives hidden behind the glory-hole wall in the Red-Light district at Black Light. Those sessions had been physical—detached.
What Reagan was doing to him felt different. Opening his eyes, he couldn’t resist watching her bobbing her head up and down, faster and faster, increasing the sense of intimacy he felt with her until it took all his effort to keep from lifting her up to sit on his lap. He wanted to fill her tight pussy with his hardness. To bring her the pleasure she deserved just before he would shoot his hot cum deep inside her body, marking her as his.
Except she wasn’t his. Hell, she’d been someone else’s until just a few short hours ago. That she was offering her mouth to him this soon was nothing short of a miracle. It was more than he’d expected and even more than he deserved.
Which was why he turned himself over to her completely. Letting Reagan set her own pace—turning over his body for her to play with as she saw fit.
And play she did. The little minx commanded his body like a maestro—her tongue, mouth, and fingers teasing him higher and higher until all he could think about was coming.
Between the steam, heat, and Reagan’s mouth, Elijah was having trouble catching his breath. When he felt his impending explosion was imminent, he forced himself to give her a warning.
“Unless you plan on swallowing my cum, I’d take your mouth off my cock, baby.” Instead of moving away from him, Reagan took his entire shaft down her throat, letting her nose brush against his groin.
The gagging and choking sounds she made as she struggled to maintain their connection was the final straw. He gritted out a final warning of, “You’re about to get a jet of cum down your throat,” just before he roared a guttural growl of satisfaction.
Watching the beauty at his feet doing her best to slurp up every drop of his cum was the best present he could have asked for. As she gasped to catch her breath, tears streaked down her face from her exertion, trailing the remnants of her mascara with them. Perspiration glistened on her now ruddy cheeks, making her look like a well-used submissive.
Unable to resist, Elijah reached out to scoop a line of jizz that had escaped to her chest up onto his finger. Raising it to her lips, he instructed her to, “Open for me. You missed a drop.”
