"Locked."
"Asher's got de key."
"He's not here. Scoot down." He positioned her at the edge of the chair. Her legs were spread wide, held open by his shoulders. Leaning forward, he inhaled deeply. "Um, you're already wet." He slid a finger through the dew already gathering. She squirmed at the light touch.
He dragged his tongue from bottom to top, flicking her clit at her clit. He tortured the little button, flicking it then nibbling. She moaned and tried to move closer. He palmed her ass, lifting her to his mouth. He stabbed deep; tongue in her pussy, thumb in her ass. She squealed at the dual penetration. He began to hum as his lips latched onto her clit. She panted, her hands gripping the top of the chair. Spasms racked her body.
"Oh God," she moaned. Her back arched. The office was filled with her scream. He lapped her drenched pussy, sending her into smaller orgasms. She opened her eyes when he lowered her leg. He ripped open his pants. Dick freed, he edge closer.
"Hey, Cena. Wake up."
John turned his head to glare at Matt. "I'm awake."
"Didn't seem so from where I'm sittin'. Where were you?"
He nodded at Thi. "With her."
Alyssa peeked around the corner. Edge posed and smiled at the camera. She took a deep breath then smoothed down her dress. Her hand skimmed over her stomach where it paused for a moment. Mentally girding herself, she turned to face the room, to lean against the door jam. Her eyes met his over the distance. His smile deepened. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip as he raked her from head to toes. Absently she bit her lip.
"Okay, you two. The temperature just went up a few degrees," Samira said. "I'm goin' over to the Quarter. Make as much noise as you want."
Adam stalked toward her. "Where's your room?"
"Upstairs." She took his hand. Before she reached the second step, he stopped her. She turned around and was hauled up against him. Even standing seven inches higher, the top of her head only reached his eyes. She tilted her head up. His lips skimmed over hers, once, twice. He rubbed his erection against her stomach.
"Hurry," he said softly. They raced up the stairs. She pulled him into her room. He sat on her bed to remove his boots. She watched his long fingers make quick work of the laces. Soon he was bare-ass naked and sprawled on her bed. One hand was behind his head while the other began to stroke his dick. She slowly licked her lips at the action. He groaned. "Come here."
She padded across the room to stand next to the bed. He reached out to her. After taking his hand, she was pulled onto the bed. He fisted her hair, dragging her mouth down to his. Their tongues dueled. His hand left his cock to knead her breast through her dress. She moaned as his thumb stroked her nipple. "Edge."
"Adam," he said into her mouth. He pushed the strap off her shoulder, tugging the front down to bare her. He rose up to capture the pert nipple between his teeth. Plumping her tit with his hand, he tortured her, licking, nipping, sucking. She stiffened and cried out. He raised his head. He growled and took her lips in a bruising kiss. "I need you to suck me, baby."
Collecting her wits, she turned around. She ran her hands down his legs. On the way back up, she lightly scratched his inner thighs. His breath hissed out. She cupped his balls, gently rolling them in their sack. Leaning over, she tongued them, taking one then the other into her mouth. He moaned. She grabbed his dick and stood it up. She licked up the sides before swirling her tongue around the head. Gradually her head lowered, taking him into her mouth.
Adam watched as her head bobbed up and down. He ran a hand up her inner thigh to her pussy. He pushed the crotch of her thong aside and sunk two fingers into her dripping cunt. She moaned around his cock, causing him to jerk. He pulled her closer. He licked the crease between her ass and leg. She moaned again and threw her leg over his leg. Propped up as he was, she was now in the perfect position. He flicked her clit with his tongue a few times before latching on and sucking. She gasped and threw her head back, her hand fisting his dick.
"Again. Adam, again."
He sucked harder and drove his fingers into her pussy. Her mouth returned to its previous position. Her cheeks hollowed as she dragged her lips up his cock. He growled against her, sending her into an orgasm. He lapped at her juiced then returned to her clit, nibbling on the little bud. Her hand slipped between his legs to stroke his asshole. He groaned as her finger rimmed him, pressing gently.
"God, Alyssa." Her finger pressed inside. His hips thrust up, his come filling her mouth. She continued sucking him until he was empty. She slid off him. Turning around, she laid down next to him. He gathered her into his arms, her head on his chest. "Gimme a minute and I'll fuck you proper. Damn. I hope you have some condoms."
"Nope. No need to worry."
He raised her head so he could look at her. "I am not gonna leave you with my kid."
She stroked his chest, her gaze falling to his chin. "Adam, I'm already pregnant."
He gazed down her body to her stomach. "I thought you looked fuller." At her confused look, he clarified. "I watched you and Matt last year. I've been beating off to visions of you ever since. Now," he rolled them over. "It's time for proper."
"I wonder why he's still here." Lorayne asked.
"Who?"
"What's his name, John Cena? The others left hours ago."
Thi glanced over her coworker's shoulder to see the wrestler draining a beer. "His tab paid?"
"Not yet, though he did tip me already. Said he'll settle with you." She grinned and leaned closer. "I think he has more in mind. He's been watching you all night." She placed a smacking kiss on Thi's cheek. "See you in the mornin'."
Thi watched Lorayne sashay out the front door. Feeling a presence behind her, she turned to find the object of a few fantasies standing there. She fought the urge to giggle. "What can I get for ya?"
His smile spread slowly over his lips. "That is such a loaded question. How about you under me as I fuck you six ways to Sunday."
She gulped. "I believe dat can be arranged."
"Good. When do you get off?"
"Fifteen minutes."
Bill kissed his way down Beth's neck. She giggled at the ticklish sensation of his mustache. Giggles gave way to whimpers when he bit and sucked on the tendon in her neck. He skimmed over her chest to her breasts. He latched on to one nipple with his mouth while he rolled the other between his fingers. After a few minutes, he switched. She moaned and pushed her pelvis up into his stomach.
His journey continued down her stomach. He stopped at her navel to dip his tongue inside and tug at her navel ring. Her hands resting on his shoulders pushed him southward. He chuckled at her insistence. Her legs, already parted, widened to accommodate his shoulders. He nudged open farther. Taking his time, he stared down at her pussy. Bare lips glistened from their earlier round of sex.
He traced a finger down one side her labia then up the other side. He licked the same path his finger took. Her legs trembled with anticipation. He grinned. At the top of her slit, he blew a stream of cool air. His tongue flicked at her clit; her hips rose off the bed to meet his mouth.
Beth moaned as he tortured her clit. The little flicks were enough to keep her primed, but they didn't send her over. She moaned again as he teased her by shallowly fucking her with his fingers.
"What do you want, Beth?"
"Suck my clit."
"Like this?" His lips wrapped around the bundle of nerves. Her hips thrust into his face.
"God yes," she hissed. She began to pant as her orgasm raced forward.
"What else?"
"Don't stop!" she wailed. He lapped at her pussy.
"What else do you want me to do, Beth?"
"Fuck me with your fingers." He slowly pushed two digits inside her. "Harder. Now suck my clit."
Stars burst behind her closed eyelids. His teeth scraped over her clit the same time he found that spot, the good one, on her vaginal wall. Her back bowed up, her hands gripping at his head. A stifled scream echoed in the room.
Tremors racked her body. She opened her eyes to stare blindly at the ceiling. Bill's face came into view. He took her mouth, his tongue plunging deep to tangle with hers. She tasted herself on him. He pulled back. One eyebrow rose in question.
"You," she whispered. "You are definitely better than Taker."
The moment Thi open the front door, John grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together. He closed the door and leaned back, pulling her up against him. Her breath caught in her throat at the feel of his erection.
