When I was finally spent, I let him go. His scalp was probably going to be sore, but I hadn’t thought of that until I relaxed and unlocked him from my grip. He pulled his face up and looked at me. He was grinning and his face was shiny with my juices. He looked so fucking sexy. He grabbed his cock in his right hand and said, “He’s not finished yet.”
Barely able to speak I finally breathed out, “I’m up for more.”
He repositioned me and pulled me back down on his cock. I grunted loudly when he hit bottom and I realized he wasn’t any longer in the mood for slow and sensual. He fucked me quickly, holding my hips and slamming his body into mine. I had to hold onto the edge of the desk to keep from flying off, he was fucking me so hard. I could feel all of him tightening as he thrashed into me, over and over, deeper and deeper, until, in a frenzied rush of wild humping, he grunted loudly and came inside of me. For a fraction of a second, I worried that he hadn’t worn a condom. I was on the pill….fuck it; it felt too good to worry about right then. He kept moving, slower as he came down from the high of his orgasm. I didn’t want him to pull out. I didn’t want it to be over.
He opened his eyes and looked at me and sending another rush through my body he said, “You’re so fucking hot, Elly. So damn sexy!” He leaned forward now and gripped the edges of the desk. I could tell that he was unsteady on his feet. After his breathing slowed, he took a step back, releasing himself from my hold. I sat up, not knowing if he would just slip his pants on and go or what. With Tristan, it was always a mystery. Instead, he slipped his arms back around me and I wrapped mine around his shoulders. He leaned down and I happily brought my lips up to meet his in a long, deep kiss. In that second, all was right with the world.
I was covered in sweat and my body was still vibrating. The fire in my belly had been quieted, but not completely quenched. My head was dizzy still from the lack of blood and oxygen as I sat there on the edge of the desk, wrapped up in his arms. I felt his cock twitch against my leg and wondered if he could possibly be getting hard again so soon. I pulled back and looked at his face. He grinned at me again, and said, “I’ve been sober for a day and a half. I think I need a little more rewarding.”
I reached down and wrapped my hand around his semi-erect cock and began stroking it lightly; just to let him know I was game. I felt it growing again in my hand; he forced his tongue back into my mouth and I felt it probing around. I closed my lips on it and began sucking it in and out. I felt him shudder against me and I felt the big rush of blood fill up his cock once more. It gave me chills.
I slid down off the desk to my feet and then dropped to my knees in front of him. I smiled up at him before I lowered my mouth down to lick the velvety head of his cock. I could taste and smell myself on him and it was erotic. I moved my tongue slowly in a spiral pattern, licking under the ridge. Then I closed my lips around the head of his stiff cock and let my tongue work its way downward, caressing the shaft while still making eye contact with him. I loved the look of pure ecstasy on his face and I loved the way his hard cock felt as it glided in between my lips and across my tongue, all the way to the back of my throat. I adjusted the angle of my head just a little so that I could take it all the way in. I felt my throat muscles constrict around it as my tongue continued licking and stroking it; he let out the longest, sexiest moan I’d ever heard.
I raised my head back up and let it slide out until, once again, only the head of it was between my lips. I licked it vigorously and then lowered my head once more, deep throating him again. I realized that this was as arousing as having his cock inside my pussy. I wrapped one hand around his cock as I sucked on it and I was compelled to put the other one on my nipples. They were suddenly crying out for attention. I pulled and tweaked on them as I licked and sucked and even delicately nipped at his cock. Within seconds, I could feel the fluid flowing freely between my already sticky legs once more. It caused me to suck his cock with even more enthusiasm.
From the look on his face and the noises he was making, he was definitely enjoying it. He held onto my shoulders and twisted us around without breaking the suction I had on his erection. He leaned his ass back against the desk. I was getting off on the fact that I was making his legs shake so hard that he could barely stand on them. He gripped the edge of the desk as my head bobbed up and down and his cock slipped in and out of my warm, wet mouth. I squeezed him with my cheeks as my tongue ran the length of it, licking the head at the end of every stroke. My body took over then, and as I held him once again as deeply as he would go inside of my mouth and down into my throat, my hand slipped down between my legs and my fingers made contact with my clit.
“Oh fuck yeah, Elly! Oh fuck! Where the fuck did you come from? That’s it baby rub that clit while you suck me…oh god yes!”
Once again, the sound of his voice urged me on and I took my clit between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it until it had lost some of its blood and was no longer too sensitive to touch. Finally, I was able to start stroking myself again, and I stroked my clit with the same slow steady rhythm that my mouth engulfed his cock. I continued like that for a long time, and then I finally pulled it out to rest my lips. When I did, I rose up higher on my knees and took his cock tightly in my fist and stroked it against my chest. I allowed the head of it to trace around my nipples; Tristan moaned his consent.
I was still rubbing my clit as I moved his cock back and forth from one breast to the other feeling another orgasm building up inside of me. He was writhing against the desk and moaning and I wanted him to cum before I came again. I increased the pressure of my hand around his cock and began to stroke faster as he thrust his hips in and out more quickly. I felt him stiffen even more and, once again, I engulfed him into my mouth. I started using longer, slower strokes with my tongue as I held my lips tighter around him. My fingers still fondled and caressed my clit, keeping pace with my mouth.
He suddenly let out a moan that could be called nothing less than blissful and the volcano began to erupt into my mouth. The first gush covered my tongue; I paused my sucking in order to savor it. I swirled it around in my mouth, covering his cock in his own warm, thick liquid. Then I swallowed it and I stroked my clit even harder as I resumed sucking him, not letting even a drop of him dribble out. He let go of another spurt and as that one was sliding down my throat, he let go of another.
He was moaning loudly by the time he finished cumming, and I could feel the orgasm building higher in my own body as I rubbed my clit harder and faster. I continued sucking on him until there was nothing left and I felt the force of my own orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I let his cock slip out from between my lips. He reached down with shaky hands and pinched my nipples as the orgasm ripped through me. When I finally stopped moaning and shaking, he reached down and drew me up to him, giving me another deep kiss on the lips.
He turned around and leaned me back against the desk, knowing that I was the one now having a hard time holding myself up on my quivering legs. I stood there with them quaking, trying to catch my breath as I watched him get dressed. He was finished, and I couldn’t help wondering where we were going to go from here. I was beginning to think that I was addicted to him. I couldn’t seem to get enough. Since I’d met him, I’d had sex in a bathroom and a closet and on some random person’s desk. I’d let him fuck me in the ass and I’d let him do me without a condom. I swallowed his cum and I loved it. I wondered if I was turning into some kind of sex freak. No one had ever turned me on the way that he did.
When he finished dressing, I was still clutching onto the desk, still naked and shivering. He stepped up to me and kissed me again. It was long and sweet and I found myself not wanting it to end. But it did, with a bang….as it always did with Tristan.
He smiled and said, “You better get going; you wouldn’t want to get caught.” Then he scooped up the rehab papers I’d dropped and tossed them at me, hitting me in the crotch. I let myself think for a fraction of a second that it was over—he was finished with me
and rehab. Then, just to prove to me that he was thoroughly unpredictable he said, “Getting clean is definitely going to be worth all that.” He grinned again, unlocked the door and left me in a mild state of shock.
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