Warm Stream on My Lips

We met at the bar, and I caught her burning stare right away. She drained her tequila, licked salt off her finger, and didn’t look away from me once. Ten minutes later we were flagging down a cab, and her hand was on my thigh, her fingers slowly tracing the denim over my cock.

The hotel room swallowed us in half-darkness. She was out of her dress before I even shut the door, the thin straps sliding off her shoulders as she stood there in black lace, biting her lip.

“Well?” she rasped. “What are you waiting for?”

I crossed to her, grabbed her waist, yanked her into me. Her scent hit like a shot—sweet, warm, all promise. My mouth went to her neck, and she arched back with a low moan.

“Take it off,” she breathed, tugging at my shirt buttons. “Take it all off, fuck.”

We crashed onto the bed. Her skin burned under my palms as I peeled away those lace panties, baring her mound, already slick with wanting. She spread her legs without a shred of shame, and I saw her pussy glisten, her swollen clit throbbing in the air.

“Lick me,” she ordered, fingers knotting in my hair.

I sank between her thighs. The taste of her juice hit me—salty, sharp, animal. My tongue circled her clit, and she moaned so deep I felt it vibrating through my whole body. My own cock ached, rock hard, grinding against the sheets.

“Yeah... just like that...” Her thighs clamped around my head. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

I pushed two fingers into her hot, slippery cunt. She was tight, flushed with blood, and my fingers slid in easy, coated in her slick. She bucked against every thrust, her hips meeting me.

“Enough,” she gasped, pulling me up by the hair. “Fuck me. Right now.”

I hovered over her, her ankles already hooked around my lower back. The head of my cock touched her wet lips, and she hissed with impatience.

“Put it in, goddammit!” she snapped.

I slammed into her in one thrust. She screamed, head thrown back, nails biting into my shoulders hard enough to bruise. Her pussy gripped my cock so tight I nearly came on the spot. But I held on, starting to move—slow, deep, pulling out almost all the way and hammering back to the root.

“God, yes... like that...” she moaned. “More... deeper...”

The room filled with the sound of it—wet smacks of skin on skin, her breathless moans, my ragged breathing. She sank her teeth into my shoulder as I sped up, hitching her legs higher to drive deeper.

“I want to come all over you,” she whispered, her voice gone feral. “Right on your cock... then on your face.”

That nearly blew me apart. I slowed, feeling her clench around me, riding the edge. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream.

“In my mouth,” she breathed, slipping off me. “I want your cum in my throat.”

She dropped to her knees, and I swept her hair aside. She opened wide, tongue out. I came with a roar, a thick hot rope splashing across her lips, her cheek, her chin. She laughed and licked her lips, cum dripping down her jaw.

“I want you again,” she whispered, eyeing my still-hard dick. “But first...” She bit her lip. “I want to piss on you.”

I froze. She smiled at my reaction, then shifted, easing down to hover over my face.

“Open your mouth,” she commanded, and I obeyed.

The warm stream hit me, flooding my face, spilling down my chin. I was choking but I didn’t turn away. The taste was strange—warm, faintly salty, degrading as hell and utterly maddening. She stared down at me, triumph blazing in her eyes.

When the stream ended, she slid down the bed, took my cock in her hand, and—watching me the whole time—licked the head clean.

“Now,” she said, straddling me, and I thrust my hips sharply, burying myself inside her. “Come in me,” she whispered. “I want to feel you fill me up.”

We came apart together—a rogue wave of pleasure that swallowed us both. She collapsed onto me, trembling, and I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her heart pound against my chest.

“Jesus,” she exhaled against my neck. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had anything like that.”

I smirked, stroking her back. Her laugh buzzed through my ribs. I was a goner, and holy shit—I loved it.