“More.” She reached between them, seizing the swell of his cock. “Please.”
“Anything you want,” he murmured as she took him back into her mouth, licking all around the head. “Oh god, you’re really fucking good at that…”
She smiled even though her mouth was full, giving him the full treatment, using her tongue, her lips, her hand. He gasped in surprise, his eyes opening wide.
“Your pussy,” he insisted, leaning back on the bench and pulling her up onto it with him. “Please, I have to fuck you.”
She wasn’t sure she was ready for that. It had been years since she’d had a cock inside of her, and while she wanted it-wanted
Instead, she slipped off her panties, turned around and straddled his face. He moaned his approval, burying his face between her legs as she continued to suck his cock.
“Oh Doc,” she whispered as his tongue found her clit, flicking it back and forth, teasing. “That’s so good.”
“Mmmm,” he agreed, his lips closing over her, sucking gently, making her quiver on top of him. He was distracting her, making her almost forget the pulsing cock thrusting into her mouth, pumping in her fist. Oh god, he was too good, his tongue relentless, his fingers parting her, sliding easily into her wetness.
“Please,” she begged, eyes closing, her cheek resting against his thigh, using only her hand on him now, led too far astray by the sweet press of his tongue. She couldn’t believe he could make her come so fast, but he was, he was… “Ohhhh god, Doc, you’re gonna make me come all over your face,” she moaned loudly, not thinking, not caring where they were, that they could be caught at any moment. She didn’t know anything but the feel of his mouth covering her slippery wet cunt.
“Ooohhhhh now now!” she cried, convulsing on top of him, his hands gripping her hips hard, fingers digging in deep, her whole body on fire as she climaxed, grinding her wetness against his face. She couldn’t stop-he was making her come and come, the hot whip of his tongue not letting her go.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, shuddering as his tongue made wet trails over her pubic hair, his nose nudging her now overly-sensitive clit. “I can’t… please…”
She felt him chuckle, but that turned to a groan when she grabbed his cock in both hands, giving it a tight squeeze.
“Your turn,” she insisted, sliding around to face him and straddle his thighs. His gaze met hers as she began to pump his slick cock, two-fisted, a low growl escaping him. He wasn’t passive, though-he lifted her t-shirt over her breasts, fingering her nipples, making her squirm when he tugged gently and twisted.
“I love your cock,” she whispered, watching the tip appear between her fingers over and over, feeling the hard rise of him in her hands. “I think about it all the time.
Sucking it. Fucking it.”
He groaned, his fingers searching out and finding her wetness, shoving two fingers up inside of her, making her whimper.
“I want to fuck that little cunt,” he murmured, fingering her, deeper, harder. She bit her lip, imagining him pounding into her, fucking her right here in the men’s bathroom shower stall until she was screaming, begging to come.
“I can’t,” she pleaded, stroking him faster. “Please, oh Doc, please come for me.”
She put her face down by his cock, licking him as she stroked, pressing her tongue flat against the head. “Please, please, I promise I’ll swallow it all like a good girl.”
That did it. He let out a low groan and grabbed her hair, shoving his cock deep into her throat and letting go with a cry of utter, final release. She couldn’t do anything but swallow the thick spray of his cum as it filled her mouth and wait for the next, which came with a fierce cry from him and another deep thrust, depositing the next fiery stream of the stuff way back her throat. She gagged a little but managed to take it, swallowing around his length. The next rush of cum was smaller, his body rigid as he 38
gave her the last of it, holding her head there until for a moment, making a low noise in his throat.
“Oh my god.” He grabbed her and pulled her on top of him, hugging her close and burying his face in her hair. “You are something else.”
She just smiled, snuggling up against him so that no part of her was touching the bench and she was curled up against his chest.
“You’re not running away this time.” He wrapped his arms around her as if he were trying to bundle her up into a tight little package.
“Doc, I-”
“Shh!” He quickly pressed his fingers to her lips, shaking his head. Then she heard it-the distinct sound of someone urinating. Her body went stiff, her eyes wide as the toilet flushed. There was no sound of water running- he didn’t wash his hands-but they both heard the door swing shut. Clearly, both of them had been too distracted to hear it open when he came in.
“I have to go,” she whispered, rolling off him so quickly he didn’t have time to grab her.
“Wait,” he hissed back, reaching for her, but she slipped out of the curtain and toward the bathroom door, opening it a crack to make sure there was no one in the hallway before hurrying back to her room.
* * * *
“A man that beautiful has to be gay,” Maureen slurred, watching the admittedly gorgeous bartender drawing a draught of beer at the other end of the bar.
“We’re in Key West.” Carrie sipped at her fruity girl-drink and winced as she watched her friend tip back another shot of tequila, straight up, no chaser. “Half the island is gay.”
“Goddamnit!” Maureen slapped the bar, her voice rising even above the jukebox in the corner playing Jimmy Buffet that was competing with the band playing their last set on stage. “I told you we should have gone to Cancun!”
Carrie inwardly cringed again and looked over at the bartender who had caught her friend’s interest, wondering if she looked as helpless as she felt. “At least we can drink the water in Key West.”
“That’s not what I’m drinking,” Maureen muttered, holding up and studying her empty glass, her mouth drawn tight. Her words came out more like “Thas nawot I drinkin,” the liquor anesthetizing her speech much better than the emotions she was attempting to drown.
“Come on, Mo,” Carrie encouraged gently, putting her drink down and slinging her purse over her shoulder in an effort to sway her friend. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”
“Night’s not over.” Maureen’s dark eyes were red-rimmed and watery. “Tell that choice hunk of beef down there I want some more.”
Carrie sighed, sitting back on the stool and calling him over in spite of her better judgment. “Bartender!”
He made his way down slowly, stopping to wipe down the counter and fill the order of a busty blonde in Daisy Duke shorts and a crop top. Carrie noticed her plump feet were bare when she turned to take two beers back to a table in the corner near the jukebox where a guy in a leather jacket was waiting. Hot for leather, she thought, but 40
then again, it was Key West. It was always hot-and there was a plethora of leather pretty much everywhere.
“What can I get you?” The bartender’s gaze flicked over to Maureen who had pulled out a compact to thickly paint on cherry lip gloss.
“Hey girls!” The familiar voice startled Carrie, making her forget the bartender altogether. It was Steve Baumgartner, his smile bright and easy, creating the sweetest dimples.
“Uh, hi, Doc…” Carrie blinked, surprised in spite of the fact that she’d known he was part of the group going to Key West. She hadn’t really expected to run into him-
had, in fact, avoided seeing him altogether as much as possible.
The bartender cleared his throat impatiently and she remembered the reason she’d called him in the first place. “I…uh…can we get another shot? Tequila, straight up.”
“Two!” Maureen drew the word out loudly, “Tooooo!” and snapped her compact closed, smiling at the bartender and batting her eyelashes. Jesus, she actually bat her damned eyelashes at him. “Bring me two, stud!” Of course, it came out, “Brimmetwo, stuhhhhd!”
