Page 54 of Hat Trick
Fuck.
She moans around the head of my dick, and I want to die. Hearing her take pleasure in what she's doing is the biggest turn-on yet. She takes more of me in her mouth, her lips meeting her hand. She sets a sloppy rhythm. My slacks, the steering wheel, my arms and the middle console don't give her much room to work, but the work she does is enthusiastic. I'm lost in the feel of her, the smell of her, the need of her, and making sure I don't kill us before we make it back to the hotel. This blow job is incredible, but I need to be inside of her. Taking the steering wheel in my left hand, I reach around her back, slide my hand under her dress and knead her breast. Fuck, I want her to come too, but I'm not sure I can concentrate on one more thing. I slide her tight nipple between two fingers and give a harsh pinch.
She moans her approval and takes even more of me in her hot, wet mouth. Her saliva is dripping down my length, coating her hand, and making everything fucking incredible.
Road, speed limit, check mirrors, between the lines, GPS.
We slow to a stop at a stoplight, we're two turns away from the hotel. I use the momentary break to reach around her thighs, hike her dress over her ass and slide my fingers through her bare folds. It's dark outside, and this exit ramp is one lane, so no one can see her. I slidetwo fingers through her soaking wet lips and groan, tossing my head back against the head rest.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you're soaked for me."
She wiggles her ass, asking for more. I'm only happy to oblige, I sink two fingers into her and have to resist the urge to pull over, drag her over my lap and take her like this.
A car horn brings me back to reality and I look up to see a green light. Emily giggles again. I give her a light smack on her back ass cheek. I turn towards the hotel, and idle at another red light. Fuck at this point, I'm not sure I'm going to make it. I can feel the tingling at my spine and the tightening of my balls.
"Fuck, babe...sweetheart...I'm going to..." I flex my thighs, trying to keep from coming, but she slams my cock to the back of her throat and gags. The motion squeezes the head of my dick and I'm helpless. My toes curl, my abs flex, and I come, hard, shooting thick ropes of come down her throat. She swallows, again, the motion squeezes the head of my over-sensitive cock and I jump again.
Green light. Fuck, I turn into our hotel parking lot and find the nearest parking spot before I can breathe normally again. She pops off my cock with a satisfied grin.
"Your turn." I say, clicking off both our seatbelts and eager to watch her fall apart.
"Not here," she pants breathlessly. "I need you inside of me."
"Fuck, give a man a minute. I'm not twenty anymore." She giggles again before fixing her dress, getting out of the car and heading for the side entrance, like she didn't just blow my mind. I'm stupefied for a minute, before I scramble out of my side of the car and race after her. She swipes the key and I follow her to the elevators like a love-struck puppy. Because I am. And I can't even bring myself to be embarrassed.
In the elevator, I press her against the wall and kiss her deeply, our bodies hot and feverish, our hands roaming, squeezing, pinching, our tongues dancing, and battling for dominance. We're clumsy and needy but oh so good.
This woman. I feel her everywhere, and I can't get enough. I love this version of Emily. Sexy, confident, playful. It's how she should feel every day.
We stumble, laughing, down the hallway. I'm sure if someone were to catch us, they'd think we were drunk, but we weren't. Just drunk on love. Okay, that was corny even for me. More like, drunk on each other.
We stumble through the door to our hotel room, grabbing each other and giggling. I've always been the life of the party, and easy-going, but something about Emily makes my heart lighter, my chest feel fuller, and I feel freer. It's as if being truly seen by her has set something loose in my soul.
I push her gently, until she stumbles back, legs hitting the bed before she falls into it. She leans back on her elbows, the front of her dress casually falling open around her like a robe. Only one tiny slip of fabric is between me and my greatest wet dream. She stares up at me with lidded eyes, pupils blown wide in lust.
Fuck, I love this woman and everything that brought her to me.
I straddle her thighs, pinning them beneath me, before slowly tugging the belt of her dress and letting the rest of it fall open. Wearing only a strapless bra, Emily is a vision. I have no idea how in the world she ever thought she was unattractive.
But she doesn't seem insecure now, staring up at me with open lust. She looks like a goddess. I roll off of her and lay beside her, unbuttoning my shirt as fast as I can. Eager, she kneels next to me and works on my pants.
"I want to watch as you ride my cock like a good girl." I lift my ass while she tugs my pants and boxer briefs down in one motion. I hastily shuck my button-down and undershirt until I'm naked, before grabbing her hips and dragging her over me. She snaps off her bra before I can and we join again, in a sloppy, needy kiss.
She moans and starts dragging her wet pussy against my length. She's already soaked. Fuck being 35, I'm hard again. It's Emily. She flexes her hips again, dragging her heat against my length. I grip her hips hard and control the motion.
"Fuck Em, I need to be inside of you." I say with a desperate edge to my voice. I should go down on her. Finger her. Something. She's got me one up in the orgasm department, but I'm a desperate man. I'll pay her back later.
She reaches down and grabs my cock in her tiny hand, lining me up with her entrance. Slowly, oh so slowly, she sinks down inch by painful inch. My body vibrates with restraint. Every baser instinct in me demanding to rut up into her, to take her hard and fast, but I remain still, letting her chase her pleasure, knowing it'll bring us both to the finish line.
She groans and rolls her head back as she bottoms out. I dig my fingertips into her hips, reveling in the feel of her. She's hot and wet and feels like fucking heaven. I would live and die in this moment if given the chance. She doesn't lift, doesn't bounce, she slides her hips against mine, squeezing me at all the right angles. This lets her dragher clit against my pubic bone, too, and I can tell she's loving it. She reaches up and squeezes both of her tits herself and fuck if I'm not ready to come again at the sight of her owning her own pleasure. She rocks harder, her speed increasing. She groans and moans and mewls. I encourage her to go faster by taking over the rocking in her hips. Her mewls quicken until she pinches both of her nipples and screams her release.
Her walls squeeze the life out of me, but I breathe through it. I'm not done with her yet. I wait as she comes down from her high and collapses onto my sweaty chest. She tangles her fingers through my hair, and I know she thinks we're done. I flip her onto her side before pulling out. She whimpers a complaint, but I shift her hips up and line up behind her. I drag my finger down her cheeks and graze over her tight hole. She flinches.
"Has anyone ever touched you here?" I ask, my voice low and strained with lust.
"No."
"Do you know how badly Gabe wants to take you here?"
