Page 20 of Don't Speak
I open, sticking my tongue out fully as he slides himself into my mouth.Oh, this is going to be fun.
I take over, giving him absolutely no warning. He thought he was going to call the shots here, but I beg to differ. I replace his hand with mine and begin sucking him deep into my throat.
“Holy shit, Nikki,” he moans, throwing his head back. I sync my hand movements with my mouth, applying just a little bit of pressure with both. Then, I sink lower, taking him all the way to the back of my throat before coming back up and popping off the tip with an audiblepop.
He looks down at me, fire burning in his eyes. I smirk, deciding to be a little mischievous myself. I lean down off the side of the bar, grabbing my own ice cube. Without giving him much time to process, I pop the cube into my mouth and place it right back on his cock. His balls draw up, registering the temperature change, but he moans in pure ecstasy. I chuckle, feeling proud of myself.Two can play this game.
I take the ice between my lips and drag it all the way down his shaft before bringing it back up and swirling it around the tip. Due to the fact that we are both so severely turned on, it doesn’t take long for this cube to melt. Once it has, he takes control back, grabbing the back of my head and fisting my hair. He begins relentlessly fucking my mouth, and the wetness from my arousal begins dripping down my leg.
“This fucking mouth feels so goddamn good,” he breathes, thrusting deeper and deeper into my mouth. He pulls out abruptly, and the emptiness I feel is enough that a whimper involuntarily escapes me.
“Lie on your back,” he commands. As I do what he says, he hops off the bar once more and grabs his pair of discarded jeans. He rustles around in his pocket before pulling a condom out. He gets back up on the bar and positions himself between my legs. He rips the wrapper off in record time with his teeth and rolls it down his shaft.
“I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy until you’re begging me to stop. Okay, baby?” he says.
“Okay. Yes. Please, Dean. Please fuck me,” I beg.
Placing his tip at my entrance, he slowly slides himself inside me. Inch by inch, he works himself in, and I let out a loud gasp.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. You’re taking me so good. Just a little bit more. You can take it,” he praises, and I instantly get wetter.
Once he’s fully seated inside me, he draws all the way back before slamming himself home once more.
“Fuck! Dean! You feel so good,” I moan.
As though my words turn him on even more, he begins ruthlessly fucking me, the sounds of our arousal filling the air. He’s hitting every perfect angle as though he’s been studying my body for years.
Just when I think he’s found the spot, he adjusts my legs, grabbing under both of my knees and pushing my legs up to my head. I suddenly see stars at this angle, and his cock begins pushing against that bundle of nerves inside of me at just the right angle.
“Fuck, Dean. I’m going to come,” I tell him. He doesn’t alter his moves; he just keeps fucking me into the bar at a perfect pace. I feel myself building, my orgasm beginning to intensify. Feeling my pussy contract around him, knowing I’m close, he takes one of his hands and brings it to my nipple, squeezing it between his fingers. That was all I needed because the next thing I know, I’m falling off a cliff of pure bliss. I shatter around him, coming harder than I’ve ever before and letting out a yell. I’m quickly silenced with his mouth connecting to mine, and he swallows my screams with his mouth. My heart constricts at the pure intimacy of this moment. No one has ever fucked me like this.
Once he’s milked my orgasm from me, he sits up, thrusting his hips into me slowly a few more times before he pulls himself completely out and says, “On all fours.”
I flip over, and as I do, Dean takes the rags from earlier and places them under my knees again, providing a barrier between them and the bar for comfort. Once I’m situated, he positions himself behind me, slamming into me again.
“Fuck, Nikki. This pussy is so good. You look so beautiful like this. Like a fucking goddess,” he growls. I swear this man knows all the right things to say to me to absolutely make me drenched.
His pace increases, and nothing but the sounds of our bodies slapping together and our moans fill the space around us. It’s so fucking hot, and I don’t want it to end.
I feel myself beginning to build again, which is not something I’ve ever experienced before. Coming once was a task on its own, but twice? I didn’t know that was possible.
Dean senses it, and he reaches around me and begins rubbing my clit with his fingers.
“Come for me again, Nikki. Give it to me,” he demands. And I do just that. His words send me over the edge, and I come crashing down around him, drenching his cock in my arousal.
“That’s it. Good fucking girl, baby,” he praises.
Just as I come back down, he quickens his pace once more, slamming into me from behind. My ass bounces off of him, and he smacks both cheeks before I hear him say, “I’m gonna come, baby.”
“Do it. Please. Give it to me. I want it,” I tell him.
He slams into me a few more times before he bottoms out, shouting out his pleasure into the air.
He stills, and I feel him pulse inside me. He collapses on top of me, being mindful to not bear his entire weight on top of me. He doesn’t stay long, just long enough for me to clench every last drop from him. He presses a few kisses to my back before he pulls out of me, removing the condom. Tying it into a knot, he tosses it into the small trash can behind the bar before pulling the bag out, tying it, and leaving it beside it.
“I really need to remember to take that out before we go. We can’t have condoms left in our work trash can. May raise some questions.” He chuckles.
I’m lying on the bar, trying to catch my breath, when I hear him turning on the water. I look up and see him wetting a washcloth before he walks up to me.
