Now they're both stopped, watching. The woman’s mouth is hanging open, almost in awe, as Bryn takes all of me, backs away so my cock sways in the cool air, her saliva glistening on my length. The man says something to the woman—she gasps in shocked outrage, shoves him angrily onward.
She does take one last backward glance, though.
"What do you think he said?" she asks.
"Why doesn't she suck him off like that, probably,” I answer.
"Think she will?"
"If he's as lucky as I am, yes."
She caresses my length, watching her hand slide down, up, down, twisting around my base. I thrust into her hand, shaking all over as my orgasm wells up within me, pressing hard against my self-control.
"It's not lucky," Bryn whispers. "Make me come as hard as you did, and I'm pretty open to suggestions."
"In that case, come here so I can eat your pussy. I've a suggestion to make."
"What's that?" she whispers. "I'm still shaky from the last one."
"Let me have you up against the window."
She strokes my length faster and faster, until my hips are pumping and my breath is shaky and ragged and I'm grunting and gritting my teeth in an effort to hold back my orgasm.
"You won't last that long, Rush."
"Try me," I bite out. "You'd be surprised what I can manage when I put my mind to it."
Lies.
I'm riding the edge as it is. And my god, she knows it. She's watching my every movement, every facial expression, every twitch and gasp. She knows exactly how close I am.
"You'll come when I let you come," she whispers. "And not a moment before."
"Gonna make me beg again, is that it?" I snap.
She pumps my length faster and faster, and as much as I hate to admit it, I can't hold out any longer. I'm gonna come all over myself like a boy and there's not a damn thing I can do to stop it.
"Fuck, fuck," I snarl. "Bryn…I'm—oh god. Fuck. Fuck!"
“Yeah?" She breathes, slowing her strokes. "Gonna give it to me?"
"No stopping it now, love," I grumble, arching up off the bench as my climax shudders through me.
"Say my name," she demands.
"Bryn!"
"Who's making you come, Rush?"
"Bryn!" I snap. "Fuck, I'm—oh god."
"Ask me nicely again," she whispers, pulsing soft, shallow, twisting strokes around my cock-head.
"Please, Bryn. Please. I need your mouth!" I feel it happening and I'm helpless to stop it. "Now, Bryn. Please. I'm coming—Oh, fuck. I'm—-I can't…Ahh fuck…Bryn!”
At the last second, she covers me with her mouth. I tangle my hands in her hair, fisting handfuls of her dense black curls as I unleash everything inside me with a shout—I shove my fist against my mouth and bite down—Bryn bats my hand away, covering my mouth with her hand, jacking my cock at the root while slopping her mouth around my head.
She hums around me as I explode in her mouth, and then I hear her gulp, and then my blood is rushing in my ears as I come harder than I ever have in my life. Her fingers circle around my base and squeeze hard while her lips suction around my shaft and slide down and down and down. I'm not a small man, mind you, but she takes it all without a sound, and I feel her throat rippling around me, and it's so tight and so hot that I sag, boneless and limp and helpless to do anything but hold onto her hair and keep coming.
