Falling for Rex by Shayne Ford
11
LUNA RAE
He pusheshis finger into me one more time, and my insides tremble, clenching and sending wetness down, the sensation not calming down, not a bit.
I no longer sense where my orgasm ends and where a new bout of pleasure begins.
All I feel is this grabbing sensation that my insides are about to burst in the mother of all orgasms.
“Come again for me,” he says in a drunk voice, his cock semi-hard, his cum still dripping.
He slips his thumb to my clit while keeping a finger inside me, and I start to feel the edge of another high again.
“Roll your hips, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He doesn’t have to say it twice.
Two cars sweep behind my back as I rock my hips, longing to experience that again.
His cock bounces up again.
I move my hand, his creamy load coating his hard flesh, soft grunts falling from his lips.
“It’s all right, baby...” he says, pushing me to another peak of pleasure. “What would you like now, baby...? Me between you legs,” he says, moving his finger.
Smiling.
“My hard dick in your mouth?”
His voice is smooth and soft, lined with a taunting smile.
I can’t respond to any of his questions, his words alone taking me on a wild ride.
What follows is intense intoxication, an extra sensorial experience, a cloud of energy trapping both of us inside.
It’s power and abandonment.
It’s the strongest drug of life.
“Both?” he teases, pressing my clit hard, giving me pain, my old friend.
I shake in desperation, holding onto his erection and his body. He’s hard again, his semen starting to dry on his shaft, but I can’t stop stroking him.
With one smooth motion, he slips his finger out of me, licks it clean, and lowers himself.
My hands fall back on the hood of my car.
He slides my panties down, slips it off one leg, lets it hang, and drags his hands up.
Panting, I look down.
All I see are the domes of my chest, my smooth sex, my legs. His mouth between my legs. His mouth... Oh... My.
I tingle the moment he presses his lips and tongue on me.
I tingle as he licks my flesh, swallows my juices, encircles my clit, sweeps my entrance.
I clench inside, steaming heat pouring out of me.
I shudder.
My legs shake.
My arms shake, and soon, I feel the strain in my muscles. I lean hard against the car, my legs falling open while he presses his mouth against my sex.
It all becomes a mix of flesh, wetness, heat, lips rolling, tongue sweeping, teeth biting.
Yes, he does.
I yelp. I don’t mind it.
I bring my hand to the back of his head and press him against me.
He bites me again and makes me see the ocean through a pair of cloudy eyes and a foggy brain.
The air kisses my chest as he licks my sex, my pleasure shooting even higher.
The more I do it, the more intense and long-lasting it becomes. It’s a drug synergistic with another drug.
The effect gets quickly compounded.
Beams of lights flash behind us, the worst scenario coming to mind. What if someone pulls in? Something bad could happen.
Horrible things could happen to us aside from getting caught.
The car seems to be slowing down, bringing fear to me, sheer panic, and yet it only enhances my hunger for sex, for getting off again.
He doesn’t stop, his erection jabbing at the air, curved up, beads of creamy release at the tip.
He’s hard as the slab of rock we’re standing on, his fingers sinking into my thighs, adding to my bruises, his mouth feasting on me, his passion blind and deaf to what’s going on around us.
The car sweeps us with its headlights.
Whoever drives that car can see my back, my hair, my arms propped back on my ride.
From behind, it might look as if I’m stargazing, looking at the ocean, enjoying the solitude.
My dress is visible too, a blob of pink, but she or he can’t tell that it’s open.
That the sides are pulled away from my body.
That my front is naked.
That I have a man’s head between my legs, his tongue pushing into me, his touch electrifying me.
I clench my thighs.
He wants them open.
I can’t stop myself from riding that wave of pleasure.
He can’t stop either.
The car veers to the side and stops, the engine still running.
I can’s see it from where I stand. Whoever those people are, I hope they stay inside. Maybe it’s a couple looking for a spot to make out.
The engine keeps running, the sound becoming a hum, no doors opening or closing.
And then the engine goes quiet. The driver turned it off.
Still, no doors open or close.
I can’t tell whether someone is watching us or not.
The lights go off too.
It’s spooky–– the silence–– and knowing that someone is in that car across from us at the other end of the lookout area.
Maybe, I’m right. Maybe they make out. Maybe she sucks him off as Rex makes me come with his mouth.
The thought brings more wet heat to my sex.
He licks me, stroking his cock while I roll my hips, rubbing my sex against his mouth, getting a hit from every bit of pleasure.
The orgasm comes in waves again, shaking through me.
He pushes up, his erection in his hand, his back hitting the car door, and for a few long moments, I watch the tight ring of his fist sliding up and down his cock until he shoots his load for the second time, long strings of cum falling on the ground.
