Free Crash Ride by T. Gephart Page B

of her.
    Her neck, her tits, her thighs— my tongue got real familiar with it all, and she was almost begging by the time my mouth hit her pussy. Her back bowed off the floor as I continued to tease her, invading her, making her squirm. She twisted beneath me, changing her position and demanded to suck my cock. I wasn’t about to argue as I turned to give her access, her hot lips wrapping around me made me lose my damn mind. I’d had my fair share of blowjobs, but the way she worked that mouth of hers had me convinced I’d been dealing with amateurs all these years. Good to know.
    My thumb circled her clit as I pushed a finger inside her, my cock muffling her pleasured moan. The charge coming off our bodies would have been enough to power a small country. Energy crisis solved.
    I felt her body tense as her pussy tightened around my fingers, her breathing erratic as she thrashed beneath me with my dick in her mouth. She was close, and so was I. The heat in my body rose as I fought a losing battle to prolong the inevitable. My dick made the decision that it had gone on long enough. “Megs, I’m going to come.”
    Her body convulsed as she beat me to it, every inch of her shook as I shot my load into her mouth. She continued to suck and swallow as I pulsed into her. Little muffled whimpers escaped from her lips as I drew out the last of her orgasm. My hands and mouth still busy between her legs.
    It was awhile before we actually made it to my bedroom. Moving? That shit was obsolete for a good ten minutes while we both came down from the monumental sixty-nine in the entranceway.
    Taking her to bed was high on my agenda, but it turns out all the good intentions in the world didn’t count for shit. ’Cause after getting cozy on the floor for a while, my hard-on came back, interested as to why we weren’t fucking yet. The bastard was out of control. Megs didn’t seem to mind.
    We’d made it about thirty feet. Which considering the backtrack to my discarded jeans by the doorway; it had been a fair effort. The condom was fished out of the pocket and onto my dick in record time. It was the rug on the living room floor that got pleasure of hosting that action. The couch had just been too fucking far.
    That was followed up by a blowjob in the kitchen to which I happily reciprocated by going down on her in my study. Being that she was a psychologist, I’d assumed she appreciate the house tour with positive reinforcement. Who said I didn’t pay attention in school?
    By the time we eventually crawled onto the bed, the alarm clock on my nightstand was hinting the sun would soon be playing peek-a-boo. What hadn’t changed with the flicking over of those florescent green digits was my need to take her again. She was like sexual heroin and I was a junkie with an unrelenting addiction.
    We were both covered in sweat, panting, as I pounded into her from behind. Megs was on her hands and knees in front of me, my hands locked around her waist.
    “That’s it, fuck me,” she screamed. “Harder, Troy Harris. I’m so close.”
    My thrusts deepened as I picked up speed. “Hard enough for you?” I pushed every inch of me into her, my finger once again sinking into her ass as she clawed the sheets.
    “Oh. My. God,” she screamed as her pussy gripped my cock, the pulsing sensation sending me over the edge as I came with her. Her body shook uncontrollably as muscle fatigue set in and she collapsed onto the mattress, pulling me down with her.
    “Fuck, Megs.” I rolled on to my side, taking her with me so I wouldn’t crush her. “I can’t believe you are still calling me Troy Harris.” I laughed in between sucking breaths, pulling my finger from her ass.
    “Yeah, that kind of slipped out.” She shrugged. “I got caught up in the moment.”
    Her body shivered as I moved my hand up her side. “You cold?” I kissed her neck wrapping my arms around her. My A/C had kicked in at some point and was blowing cold air through the