Their apartment door buzzes. Heart hammers. Eric opens, robe loose, eyes hungry. ‘Patricia’s delayed at work,’ he says, pouring drinks. Skin prickles. I nod, sip, pulse racing. He drops the robe. Thick cock springs out, rock-hard. Strokes it slow, staring. ‘Strip. Join me.’
Hesitant, cock twitching anyway. Clothes hit floor. Naked on the couch, fists pumping shafts side by side. His voice gravelly: ‘Faster. Match me.’ Heat builds. His hand grazes my thigh, climbs. Fingers wrap my throbbing dick. ‘Touch mine.’ Skin burns where we connect. Grips tighten, strokes sync.
The Fever
‘ Suck me.’ Leans back. Cockhead gleams. Tongue darts out, laps salty pre-cum. Lips stretch around him. Second blowjob ever. He groans, guides my head. Deeper. Saliva drips. We flip to 69. Hot mouth engulfs me. Suck harder, balls tight. Fingers tease my hole, tongue probes. ‘Want to fuck you.’ ‘No, wait for her.’
The Blaze
Phone rings. Patricia on speaker. ‘What’s happening?’ Eric: ‘He’s sucking me good.’ Her voice purrs: ‘Like his cock? Describe.’ Blush burns, but I spill: ‘Thick, veiny. Sliding down my throat.’ Heart explodes. Eric: ‘His ass is perfect. Gonna pound it.’ Finger slips in. Gasp rips out, pleasure shocks.
She begs: ‘Let him fuck you. I wanna hear.’ Resistance crumbles. Thrill of her listening. ‘On your back. Legs up.’ Condom snaps on. Lube slicks. Gland presses my tight ring. Breathe deep. He thrusts. Inch by inch. Breath catches. First real cock inside. Balls-deep. Stroke myself frantic.