Free GirlNextDoor by Lyra Marlowe

down his briefs, freed his
aching cock with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Her upper hand
stroked the head, ran down the shaft. Her lips and tongue continued their mock
battle with his, and then abruptly she pulled away and dropped her mouth
directly over the head of his cock.
    It was almost an attack, and almost too intensely erotic.
John took a deep breath and held it, looked up at the ceiling and tried to
remember the first twenty decimal points of pi . Or the first ten
presidents. Or the multiplication table for nine. Distraction, any distraction,
anything to take his mind off the sudden, overwhelming excitement that threatened
to make him come right then.
    He got to fifteen digits before the peppermint caught up. It
was warm and slick going on, spreading over his shaft. As her mouth pulled
away, the mint felt sharply cool. Then hot again as her mouth descended. Her
tongue was everywhere, as it had been on his mouth. It was incredible.
    He was going to explode.
    “Please,” he gasped.
    She slid her mouth away and looked up. “You don’t like it?”
    “I like it. Oh I like it.”
    Her hands took over for her mouth and slid eagerly up and
down his aching cock, caressing the head, one fingertip tracking the sensitive
crease where head and shaft met. John shivered and his desire came over him in
waves. Her pretty face. Her knowing hands. “Please,” he said again.
    Lucy gestured with her head toward the condom. Her hands
slowed a bit, maintaining his hard edge of arousal without pushing him any
closer to the edge. He picked up the condom. His hand was shaking. He fumbled
to open the foil and ended up dropping it onto the couch.
    “Got it,” Lucy murmured.
    John tried to watch how she opened the packet with one hand
this time, but the room was too dim and her fingers were too fast. Her one hand
never stopped stroking his erection, but with the other she produced the
condom. She rolled it onto his cock without missing a stroke. “Lie back,” she
whispered.
    “Ahhhhhhh…”
    “Shhh.” She pushed him back and to the side, and John
lowered himself onto the couch. Her hands still didn’t cease their expert
arousal of his cock, even as she stood. She lifted one foot like a dancer and
stretched it over him, lowering her knee onto the couch next to his hips. And
still the hands, taunting, urging, enticing. John felt his desire spike, the
fire in his blood demanding release. It was unbearable, and he never wanted it
to end.
    Her hands stopped, and an instant later she lowered her hips
over his. His cock slipped into her ready body easily, and then her inner
muscles squeezed him hard. John gasped. Then she moved, up and away, then down,
thrusting his body deeper into hers. Riding him. Possessing him. Controlling
him.
    He thought he heard a vehicle outside. The squad was back.
If the night shift medics opened the door now…
    Lucy rode him hard, fast, brought him to the edge, then
stopped. John clenched his teeth to hold back a scream.
    They’d tell the story all over the department, and his name
as a cocksman would be more legendary than it was now.
    She started again, moving up and down on his cock faster and
faster, and with every stroke her cunt grabbed him, milked him, barely relaxing
as she drew away. She seemed to know exactly how far to take him, right to the
edge but not quite over it. John’s whole body began to shake with desire. He
was going to die if he didn’t climax soon—and he was almost looking forward to
it.
    He wanted it to go on forever.
    And then he couldn’t hold back one more minute.
    He grabbed her waist to take control of her motion. He
thrust upward as hard as he could, straining to get his cock deeper inside her.
Lucy met his drive for three deep thrusts. Then she screamed from behind
tightly clenched teeth and he felt her climax begin.
    John uttered his own stifled scream and came.
    They rode the wave of orgasm together, with occasional
gentle thrusts just to prolong it a