I moved my head slightly side to side and hummed in reply with two pulses, “Uh uh.” I was getting the hang of this. It was kinda easy. The spit made his shaft glide easily in and out of my mouth and across my tongue. It occurred to me that this was just like eating a popsicle, so I experimented by applying the same technique. What if I were to drag my tongue along the underside of him and suck harder to hallow my mouth on my way back up towards the tip?
“Yeah….that’ so fucking good. Yeah, keep doing that.” His hands tightened the hold on my head, fingers now tangled in my hair just at the base of my ponytail. “That’s it…fuck…that’s so good,” He moaned. Words continued to pour out of him, mostly expletives, some nonsensical. “Fuck…come here…come here….come here. I wanna touch you.” I felt myself being scooped up and being moved to the side so that I was kneeling on his right, body perpendicular to him. I took extra care to make sure I kept his cock in my mouth and to keep teasing him with my tongue as I was being maneuvered. When he was done moving me into the new position, his hand slid under my panties in search of my center. I was absolutely soaked. I didn’t know that sucking cock was going to turn me on so much. The power of having someone’s pleasure completely be under my control was so erotic, I couldn’t control the wetness that was leaking from me. I reveled in the control I had over him. I was determined to wreck Jon with my mouth. I was going to suck his dick so good that he would lose his fucking mind.
My plans were immediately derailed when his two fingers found my opening and plunged into me. I moaned loudly against his cock upon the first pump of his fingers, the vibration of it caused him to pull against my hair. Jon continued to drag his thick fingers in and out of me, keeping the same pace as the one my mouth was struggling to keep. The sensation of it was too distracting and I quickly succumbed to the pleasure, my mouth drooling and going slack against his cock. I hadn’t realized how keyed up I was from sucking Jon off and was quickly tumbling towards another orgasm. Noticing my lack of movement, Jon gripped my hair tightly and began to guide me up and down as he thrusted up deep into my mouth. I would have gagged with the way his tip rammed against the back of my throat again and again, but as it was, I only could moan and whine. With one hard and deep thrust, Jon pushed my face all the way down. My nose was pressed against the brown curls that were soaked with my spit and his cock was fully enveloped in my mouth.
So much wetness was leaking out of me that it was dripping down my thighs. All I could hear was my own sounds of pleasure and the wet pumping of his fingers fucking into me. “Ami….you feel so fucking good. Shit….I’m…I’m gonna come,” Jon grunted and pushed his cock even deeper into me. I couldn’t breathe through my nose anymore. My whole body moved with every shove of his hand and my knees burned against the rough cement. Tingling fire travelled across my skin. Later I would suspect that it was from the lack of air too, but in that moment, my whole being was all the pleasure and pain mixed together. The pressure finally exploded and I tried to scream my release against Jon’s sock, but didn’t get the chance because my mouth was being flooded with a warm thick liquid that was hitting me in the back of the throat.
Reflexively, I swallowed as much as I could and as quickly as possible, lapping drops that were attempting to escape outside of my mouth. My cunt clenched rhythmically and helplessly against the fingers that were still shoved deep into me. I lapped and I lapped at his soft skin. In return, Jon languidly dragged his hands on my swollen and wet opening. When my effort turned into me sucking in earnest again, Jon palmed the back of my head and pulled me up and away from his cock by my hair.
“Shit….that’s too much….too much…fuck,” he hissed. I got the hint and sat up and back on my heels, effectively pulling myself off of his fingers in the process. Jon hovered the hand that was sticky and shiny with my juice at his side like he wasn’t what to do with it. I wasn’t sure either, so I stared at it along with him.
“You can wipe that on me if you want….I mean….it’s me, you know?” I offered with a shrug. Jon declined with a small head shake.
“Come here,” he countered, offering his other hand to help me up off of my knees. I followed and found myself straddling him, our centers not quite aligning. It was all for the best. I didn’t think I could have handled anything more. Jon wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned in for a small and surprisingly chaste kiss on my lips. After pulling back, his eyes lingered on my lips. They were still throbbing from my ministration on him earlier and I wondered if they looked as bruised as they felt.
I let my lids fall shut and hummed in appreciation as Jon started to pepper me with small kisses, first on my lips again, then on my jaw, my neck, down to my collarbone and back up again. When he stopped, I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me. I stared back, not sure what I was supposed to say in moments like this. What did people do after making each other cum anyways? Did they talk? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that his hand, the one that was probably still sticky with my cum, was moving towards me slowly. Jon held it between us and moved his eyes between his own hand, my eyes, and my lips.
“Can I?” he whispered, gaze fixating on my lips as he spoke. Was he asking me or was it a question more for himself? I thought I knew what he was asking but couldn’t be sure. I nodded anyways. Jon’s tongue darted out to wet his own lips before his middle finger began caressing my bottom lips. The finger was sticky and was not moving side to side as intended. Without thinking, I used my tongue to wet my lips to help him along. It worked. His finger was gliding back and forth along my lips with ease. He looked deep in thought, upper teeth working his own bottom lip as he continued to play with mine. His silence worried me. What was I supposed to be doing right now? What was next? What else was there?
I playfully nipped at the finger, desperate to break the tension and desperate to know what he was thinking. That seemed to have broken him out of whatever spell he was under.
“What?” I asked, hoping that I didn’t sound nervous. This is the most intimate I had ever been with anyone, and it was glaringly obvious now that we didn’t know each other well enough to anticipate what the other was thinking. To have Jon be my first in anything suddenly struck me as very stupid on my part.
“Nah….I shouldn’t say,” he replied cryptically but didn’t stop his finger from playing with my mouth. I nipped again, this time holding his fingers still between my folded lips. I applied pressure and quirked my eyebrows in challenge.
“Say it.” It came out garbled with his finger between my teeth. I bit down harder. In trying to speak, my tongue flicked against his sticky skin. I could taste myself on him. I didn’t taste bad. It was so different than how Jon tasted. I didn’t taste stringent or bitter. I liked it, even if it was hard to describe or compare to other flavors. Wanting to taste more, I sucked his middle finger into my mouth and smiled.
“I feel like an asshole saying this, but you have DSL,” he chuckled to himself, continuing to playfully chase my tongue around with his finger inside my mouth. I furled my brow in question. Man, it was really hard to talk with something in my mouth. “You know, dick sucking lips.” I held his finger still between my teeth, but Jon couldn’t help the laughter now and it was becoming more than a chuckle, though he kept shaking his head in disbelief that he was telling me at all. “I sound like an asshole. Calvin said that about you, but yeah….it makes sense now.”
At the mention of Calvin, whatever teasing mood I was in drained out of me. Everything felt weird and awkward. It felt inexplicably and suddenly wrong to be sitting intimately on Jon’s lap. Embarrassment sprung out of nowhere and I pulled his finger out of my mouth with one firm yank. “Whatever…” I replied, pushing against him to maneuver myself out of his arms, up and away from his lap. Once I stepped away from Jon and out of reach, I began to straighten my clothing. Jon must have interpreted my action as playful because he only laughed in response.
Now that I wasn’t pressed up against his body and was back in my own skin, back in my own mind and not drunk on pleasure, I noticed my surroundings again. The temperature had warmed up significantly since earlier this afternoon and the air in the parking ramp felt thick with moisture trapped there from the storm. The faint smell of urine that emanated from the nearby corner and stairway was stronger in my nose. Next to the doorway, an emergency exit light pulsed at a low interval. I could see that the wall behind Jon was condensing from the sudden temperature changes, drops of condensation were rolling down from where they formed.
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