Page 33 of Bad Seed
Eyes wide with wonder, his breath shallow as his mouth quivers. All while he’s staring at me topless.
Oh, and bottomless on a piano.
“You are…” he mutters and reaches for his cock. At the last second, he pulls his hand away. His stance widens as he surveys me.
I’m what? Naked? Got brown nipples? Missed a hair? What?
“Fucking unbelievable.” Hands cup under my breasts lifting them one at a time to his mouth.
“Ah!” I cry out, somehow shocked that his perfect tongue also works on my nipples. His touch runs under, then up the sides of my breasts, paying attention to every inch begging for him.
The bench squeals, and Aubry digs a knee into it. He grabs me by the ass and pushes me up. I land on the top of the piano as my calves brush over the keys. My feet dangle off the floor and I squirm, worrying I’m about to break his instrument.
“Lay back,” Aubry orders.
Please don’t shatter under me. Please don’t break. Please don’t…
“Ahhhh!”
He tongues me faster than before. The ebbs of the last orgasm haven’t left and ramp up again. I squirm, trying to thrust onto his tongue. As I lift my thighs to meet him, hands grab my ankles. I freeze before both heels plant onto the keys.
I strain my toes out, doing scales while he goes full vibrato on my clit.
God, I want him to tease like before. To make me claw and beg for that orgasm…
No, I don’t. I don’t want him to fucking stop.
“Ah-ah-Aubry!” I cry out, falling into the second orgasm of the night. He stills but doesn’t stop. Barely waiting for me to finish shaking, he returns again. The speeds and patterns vary with each climax, but the end is the same.
My mind’s sprinting through a pink haze, one orgasm erupting into the next until I’m shaking so hard the piano strings vibrate beneath me. Or maybe that’s him. His tongue’s powerful enough to play a ballad through me. I cry out silently, clenching and pulsing inside of his mouth. My hands fall to my chest, nails digging in so I don’t fly away.
“Sadie.”
Eyes of deep purple stare at me from my pussy. Like a tiger in the forest, they pierce through his prey. I gulp, uncertain if I can take any more. My hands slide down, brushing against my hard nipples.
“Ohh…” I pant, my body knocking itself in a pleasure cascade.
A low growl answers from the dark. I peer down just as he grabs me by the hips and yanks. My ass skids across the piano. I land with a loud clang of keys and stare into his eyes.
“I can’t…” Aubry gasps. He runs a hand through my hair and down my shoulder. I gaze into his eyes, trying to understand. “The taste of you…”
Light catches through the window on his palm cupping his cock. Then rising up it. Tugging the pliant skin higher to the crown, before dropping. Slow and steady, but growing faster as he circles his fingers toward my breast.
“Your tits,” Aubry cries out. He’s jerking himself so fast I can barely see. The purple vein brightens under his hand, as if about to blow.
Suddenly, Aubry stops. He clings to the base of his cock, aiming it, and throws back his head.
Cum erupts across my chest. White globs splatter like paint down my cleavage and above my nipples. I stare down at it, so tempted to give it a taste.
Aubry fists his cock, pressing the last of it out. As he rolls his head, he cracks his neck, and moans, “Fuck.”
A little laugh follows. “Fuck me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to…” He nods to my breasts coated in him. “You are…pure torture.”
I’ve been called a lot of things. Usually by men who first want me, then hate me when I don’t want them.
But to have a man like Aubry praise me for my breasts and pussy torturing him to climax makes me glow brighter than a sun. “Why do I get the feeling you like being tortured?”
“Ha!” He runs his hands up his face and gives a quick shake. Midway down his throat, he pauses, his head back as he gazes at the ceiling.
