Page 42 of Fourth Wheel
He reaches out confidently, squeezing a tit in each hand as he licks his lips. He brushes both thumbs over my aching nipples, and I can’t help but whimper at his skillful touch.
“Can I fuck these?” he pants, massaging and plucking at me like he already knows exactly what I like.
Slickness runs down my thighs, and I panic as I realize I’m not wearing any underwear. I couldn’t possibly drip through a pair of thick sweatpants. Could I?
“Yes,” I breathe, scrambling to position myself in a way that gives him better access.
He groans in approval, then takes both my hands and places them on either side of my chest. “Hold these for me, baby.” He’s got the most wicked grin on his face, and I can’t help but grin right back.
“It’ll feel better if I’m wet,” he teases, and I waste no time taking him back in my mouth, leaving a slick trail along the underside of his dick. A string of saliva stays connected as I move to pull away. He leans forward, catches it in his hand, and pushes two fingers into my mouth.
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you, Maddie?”
I nod and suck on his fingers, wide-eyed, as his words slam into me like a freight train. It doesn’t matter what he says. Every word out of his mouth tickles my clit and sends me higher in my own hazy state of bliss.
“You like being bad for me.”
He lines up his cock, and I push on my breasts harder, creating resistance as he glides his length up and down my chest.
“Fuck,” he groans, rolling his head back for a second as he picks up the pace.
I’m mesmerized, watching him slide up and down, faster and faster. Every time the crown of his cock emerges, I’m tempted to take him back into my mouth and make him lose control. But this feels so naughty and too fucking good to stop.
I hear it first, and when I feel it, I glance down and find a pool of spit glistening on my left tit. With two fingers, he rubs it in, painting my areola before he pinches it hard. I cry out, and he pulls again.
“Do you like that, princess? If I reached inside those sweatpants right now, would I find you as wet as these perfect tits?”
Fuck. Wasn’t I supposed to be the one pleasuring him? Why does it feel like I’m seconds away from detonating?
“Eyes on me,” he murmurs.
As soon as I look up, he spits again. I swear to God I may have just peed a little based on the amount of moisture dripping down my thighs. He massages my other breast, then tweaks my nipples in tandem with his thrusts.
“Fuck, Maddie. Fuck. You feelsogood. You’re doing so good for me. I’m so fucking close.”
I don’t know what comes over me. I pull back and put him in my mouth again, desperate to finish the job I started. I take him as deep as I can manage, then inhale through my nose and push down farther.
He’s a mess of curses and thrusts, totally in the moment, until he gives me a courtesy tap.
All I’ve wanted for more than a week is to make this man come undone. He’s out of his goddamn mind if he thinks I’m not about to drink down every fucking drop he gives me.
“I’m coming.” He grunts softly as the first shot of cum hits the back of my throat.
I take him deeper and feel out his rhythm, swallowing down his length every time he pulses in my mouth.
“Yes, yes, fuck…” he chants as I drain him completely. Even when he’s empty, I don’t release him. Instead, I lick up and down his length and kiss the tip before finally going still.
My legs are half-asleep below me, so I don’t dare try to stand. I rest my cheek on his thigh, blissed out and teetering on the edge of my own release.
I’m tempted to reach between my thighs and put myself out of my misery. But I know Dempsey would feel obligated to take over, and that’s not what this was about.
After we spend a few peaceful, quiet minutes catching our breath—and Dempsey plays with my hair—I rise up, unashamed, as he drinks in the sight of my bare breasts with a look of total satisfaction.
“Come here,” he mutters under his breath, outstretching his arms and inviting me in. I just shake my head and smile.
I bend low and kiss him once, pulling back when he tries to wrap me in an embrace. “Goodnight, Dempsey,” I murmur as I pick up his shirt and slip it back over my head before exiting his room.
Chapter 20
