Was it good for you? Was she kidding? It had been fucking amazing. The best blow job he’d had to date.
Richie hauled her close, his mouth a mere breath from hers. “Fucking incredible.” His lips slid over hers, nibbling lightly before diving in for the full kiss. Her lips were still slightly swollen from pleasuring him and she tasted faintly of him. It didn’t bother him. In fact, he kind of liked it.
It was his turn to explore and discover. While his mouth learned every nook of hers, his hands cupped her lace covered breasts. They were a perfect fit for his palms. Sliding his fingers around her sides, he flicked open the catch and dropped the white lace to the floor. He pulled his mouth from hers so he could look at the treasure he had uncovered. “God damn, you’re gorgeous.”
She smiled and wound her arms around his neck, her mouth seeking his out once again. She had been right earlier. His lips were as soft as they looked. And he tasted amazing. She groaned into him as his hands moved over her. Those long fingers of his were teasing the hard points of her nipples; the echoing ache in her womb had her hips arching to his.
His lips left hers, traveling the long line of her neck, nipping cross her chest. Dipping lower, he circled one pretty pink nipple with his tongue, teasing it endlessly before finally sucking it into his mouth.
Her head dropped back, banging against the locker.
At the loud noise, Richie let her breast go and looked up at her and then he took a glance around the room. “Maybe we should move over there” he indicated to the small loveseat against the far wall.
She nodded and followed him the few steps it took to cross the room. Standing in front of the dingy love seat Richie dropped to his knees, hooking those long fingers of his into the lacy strings at her hips. Slowly he slid the white lace down her slim hips, uncovering the rest of his treasure. Letting the lace fall to her feet he once again had to thank the God above for the bus breaking down. She was blonde all over and that had him hard and ready to go again.
Feeling his warm breath against her thigh she looked down. He was just staring at her. “Are ya all right?” she whispered.
He raised his eyes to hers, the brown so dark and intense. “You are so fucking beautiful Billie.” He pressed kisses to the soft skin of her abdomen, dipping his tongue into the tiny dimple of her navel. Sitting back on his heels his lips slid lower, his breath fluttering the soft hair that hid her from him.
She mewed softly and had to brace a hand on the wall and widen her stance as his tongue and lips explored.
His hands slid up to her hips, his thumbs dipping in between to open her to him. His tongue found her clit and worried it mercilessly. Her knees threatened to buckle and he tightened his grip on her hips, holding her steady. Easing up, he stroked her lightly, slipping inside, fucking her with his tongue.
Billie dropped her head back, her fingertips white where they pressed against the wall and she groaned against the onslaught of pleasure he was flooding her with. Her free hand wound into his hair, and as his tongue found its way to her clit once again her hips bucked against him and his name was a blessed cry from her lips as she came.
Lessening his grip on her hips he took her hand from his hair. “Come down here darlin’.” Slowly he helped her settle on his thighs, his cock standing tall and proud between them.
Leaning back, she fished around for his jeans. “You have a condom, right?” She wanted him so damn bad she almost didn’t care, but she wasn’t that reckless.
He grabbed the pants from her and dug into a pocket. He held up the foil packet, “always have one darlin’.”
She took it from his fingers. “Let me?”
He nodded and watched, biting back his own low groan as her fingers slid the rubber down his rigid length. Catching her hands in his he helped lever her up over him and slowly she slid down, taking every last inch of him. He closed his eyes against the intense pleasure of being inside her warm, wet, tight pussy. It was the closest thing to heaven he could imagine.
With her hands on his shoulders, she rolled her hips, undulating against him as she moved. She dropped her head back, purring as she rode him.
He watched her move, her tits bouncing right in front of him. Leaning in he took one pretty pink nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly. Her movements sped up and he was sure she was going to cum again. Letting her nipple go he grabbed her hips again, slowing her down before easing her to her back on the floor.
On his knees with her legs draped over his forearms, couldn’t help but watch as he slid from her body and then slowly entered her again. He could see her getting wetter with each thrust. Looking up he nearly lost all control. Her breasts were bouncing enticingly with each of his thrusts and she was unabashedly watching him. He decided to push her, see just how far she would go. Taking her hand he trailed down her body, resting it just above her mound. “Touch yourself baby. I know you’re almost there, do it for me.”
Never taking her eyes from his her fingers slid down, stroking him as he moved in her before slipping up to circle her clit. The closer she got, the quicker her fingers moved. “Rich” she groaned and bucked her hips to his.
He took that as his sign and he drove into her hard, each push of his hips pounded her into the floor and her scream of release echoed around them and mingled with his hoarse groan.
Laying half on her, he turned his head and pressed his lips to her shoulder. “Damn Billie.”
She ran her fingers up and down his back as she tried to pry her eyes open, “you can say that again. Holy shit.”
He chuckled and moved, rolling over to his back then getting to his feet. “That floor is hard darlin’.” He held out his hand, “let me help you up.”
Taking his hand she stood, “thanks.” She stepped around him, picking up her uniform and tucking it into her bag to take home. She rolled down her stockings, dropping them in with her uniform. “We should get out of here Rich. If someone sees the lights still on they’ll wonder what’s going on.”
He nodded and went to take care of the condom and washed his hands. When he came back she was dressed in the tightest jeans he had seen outside a concert and she was pulling a brush through her hair. He almost wished the bus wouldn’t be fixed in the morning. With a quiet sigh he grabbed his jeans and t-shirt off the floor.
