I Know You Don't Want to Cum Alone

I felt a flare-up of jealousy when I read those messages and thought about what Mark might be doing with Heather at that very moment, and figured that was Chris' intention. I knew I was beyond denying that I wanted him, too. And I knew it was possible that Mark might even tell me I should go for it with Chris in this instance. But I really didn't want to do it without his permission.

When I still didn't respond, Chris tried again.

Chris: I want to run my tongue all over you

Chris: And taste your wet pussy

Chris: Kneeling right in front of you on the floor as you spread your legs wide for me like that

Chris: I want to feel you cumming on my face

Fuck. My pussy throbbed, and I started moving the dildo faster again. Thinking about Chris on his knees in front of me like that brought me close to the edge again quickly.

I started to type out a response to tell him so, but then thought better of it, not wanting him to interpret that as an invitation to come over.

Chris: Cum again, Sam

Chris: I want to hear you cum again

Before I figured out exactly what he meant, my phone was ringing. I let it go, almost until my voicemail would pick up. But on the last ring, I clicked the green phone icon to answer the call.

"You can't come over," I said immediately.

Chris chuckled. "Hello to you, too."

I laughed back a little, recognizing my brashness.

"You don't have to tell him about it, you know. We can keep it a secret. I promise not to rat you out."

I smiled, but shook my head, knowing he could see me. "I shouldn't."

"I think you should. We both know how much you want to feel my tongue flicking up and down your wet lips and sucking on your clit right now."

I struggled to hold in another moan, my hips writhing involuntarily with Chris' words, pressing up to take more of the dildo.

"Mmm, that's it. Press yourself on my tongue. I want to feel your pussy grinding on my face like that," Chris continued, stroking himself faster as he watched my reactions.

"Fuck..." I breathed, giving in and pressing the head of the dildo harder onto my clit, grinding on it and imagining Chris' mouth.

"Cum on my mouth, Sam. I want to hear you moan when you cum."

I could hear him stroking, his hand flying up and down on his slick cock as he seemed to build up to a second release. I watched and listened, imagining him stroking like that and moaning into my pussy as he went down on me.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum," I gasped, just before letting go and rolling over the edge again. I was cautious not to moan too loudly, not wanting Molly to hear me. But I held the phone close to my mouth, so that Chris could hear my soft moans and heavy breathing as he made me cum a second time.

"Fuck, cumming!" he groaned, quite a bit louder.

Then I heard his grunts and looked up quickly to see more spurts of his cum splashing against his window.

For several moments, we just listened to each other's soft moans and heavy breathing. Then Chris got back to work, trying to convince me to let him come over for more.

"You know I still have at least one more round left in me," he teased. "Probably more than one with you cumming and squeezing around my cock."

"That's not an option," I said, firmly.

"Your soaking wet pussy seems to have a different opinion."

I laughed. "Well, unfortunately for you, my pussy doesn't make my decisions for me."

"That's your first mistake right there," he teased.

I groaned and rolled my eyes at him, but I knew he could tell my defenses were weak.

"My dick always seems to have pretty great ideas, if I say so myself. For example, right now it's thinking about sliding into your wet mouth. My hand on your head, pulling you onto me. Pressing through your lips and down your throat until you gag."

A loud moan escaped me as I imagined that. My thighs clamped together as my pussy clenched and throbbed.

"Mmm, you really want that too, don't you? You want to taste your pussy on my cock?"

"Fuck," I gasped, forcing my legs back open to resume rubbing the vibrating dildo between my lips and over my clit.

"I want you to lick and suck me clean, and then I want you to take my cock all the way down your throat. I want to see your head hanging off the side of your bed as you lay there. You can keep playing with the dildo while I thrust into your mouth. Leaning over you, fucking your throat hard and deep, watching my thick cock bulging out of your throat. I want to feel you gagging on my cock as you cum. Feeling my balls slapping your forehead."

"Oh god... don't stop," I breathed, feeling so close to another orgasm.

"Don't worry, I won't. I'm not gonna stop till I'm shooting another load of cum down your throat. Using your hot, wet mouth."

"Yess, I want that so much. I want you to fill me with all of your cum!"

"Two loads in your pussy, now one in your mouth. Only your ass left to go."

"Fuck!" I yelled out, too loudly. "I'm cumming!" And then I was. Writhing and grinding, pressing the dildo onto my clit hard, my toes curling.

"That's so fucking hot, Sam. Take that dildo from your pussy and suck on it. Get into that position with your head hanging off the edge of the bed and fuck your mouth with it, imagining it's my cock. Touch yourself and make yourself cum again when I cum down your throat."

I moaned and did as Chris directed, breathing hard as I slid to lie upside down on the bed. Letting my head hang off the edge, I brought the dildo to my mouth, licking it all over before wrapping my lips around it and sucking, thrusting it in and out. From there I knew he'd have a good angle of the dildo disappearing into my mouth, down my throat as my legs spread wide, my free hand between them, rubbing my pussy.

I heard Chris groaning through the phone as it rested on the bed beside me. "Fuck, I'm close. I want to fuck your mouth just like that. Ready to swallow another big load?"

I moaned around the dildo in response, rubbing my clit faster and watching him stroke.

Then there was another loud grunt and several more fresh splashes of cum on the window. I imagined it filling my mouth instead, struggling to swallow as he held himself down my throat, my head pinned against the mattress as he flooded my throat with his cum. This image brought me to the edge again too, and soon I was moaning and writhing through another orgasm.

"Sure I can't come over?" Chris teased as we both recovered.

I laughed, swiveling back around to sit up on the bed. "Are you sure you'd want to go for it now, when you're already three orgasms in?"

"You're right... guess I better hold off till tomorrow to give my balls a chance to replenish."

I switched the dildo off and set it on the bedside table, smiling and shaking my head. I opted not to respond to that as I got up and collected my clothes from the floor, pulling my underwear and tank top back on before climbing into bed under the covers. Once I was settled, I looked back over to see Chris wiping up the last of his cum from the window.

"Why do you always cum on the window like that? Wouldn't it be easier to just shoot it directly into the paper towels?"

"Are you saying you didn't appreciate the show?"

I laughed. "No, I'm not saying that. Do you only cum on the window when I'm watching, then?"

"Nah, it's more fun this way. I like seeing how much there is. Definitely more than usual this time, thanks to you."

"Glad I could contribute to your mess," I chuckled.

"So am I. I've been wanting to make a mess with you again."

I smiled, blushing. There was still some residual guilt as I wondered what I should tell Mark. But I had to admit that it was fun for me, too. And that it left me wanting more with Chris.

"Bed time?" he asked, standing back at his window, still naked, noticing that I'd gotten into bed.

"Yeah, I think so."

"And I didn't even wear you out properly," he joked. "Gonna leave your curtains open?"

"I might. I have to be up early anyway, and the sun is a good natural alarm clock. What about you? Bed time, too?"

"Maybe. I might stay up and try to get some more reading done," he said, pulling his underwear back up before sitting down at his desk. "Now that that's out of my system, maybe I'll be able to focus a little."

I laughed. "Good luck with that."

"Although seeing you in bed is feeling a little distracting at the moment."

"Should I close the curtains to help you out, then?" I teased.

"Oh no, don't close them on my account. That definitely wasn't meant as a complaint."

We laughed together and kept talking a while longer. In the back of my mind, I knew I should hang up. I had an early class and needed to get some sleep. Plus, even if Mark was okay with me cumming with Chris, he likely wouldn't be happy to find out we stayed up late afterwards, just chatting.

"So, was it my ultimatum that made you finally respond to me this time?" Chris asked, just as I was about to cut off the conversation.

"Yeah, you really know how to manipulate a girl," I joked.

"Hey hey... It doesn't sound very sexy when you put it that way."

"How would you put it, then?"

"Oh, I don't know. I just thought I'd do you the kindness of reminding you about the big dick you've been passing up on lately. And to point out that you can't expect all of this to wait around forever," he said, gesturing to himself.

"Eww," I laughed.

"Don't pretend you don't like it," he teased.

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "You're making it difficult for me to remember why."

"Need another reminder?"

I scoffed, knowing I'd walked right into that one. Before I could think of another retort, he was going on again.

"I seem to remember you getting pretty vocal while I was inside you. Begging me not to stop fucking you. Telling me how good my cock felt." His voice lowered as he spoke, thick with renewed arousal.

I felt another tingle in my pussy in spite of myself as Chris' words brought me back to that feeling of him slamming into me from behind, making me cum over and over again on his cock. I clenched and squirmed under the covers, knowing he'd be able to see me.

"Moaning 'Oh god' and 'Oh fuck' on repeat as I kept thrusting harder and deeper. Your pussy felt so incredible, squeezing around my cock like that."

A breathy moan escaped through my parted lips as I reacted to Chris' words, squeezing my thighs together and arching my back. I felt my nipples hardening once again through my tank top, and couldn't resist bringing my hands to my chest to rub over them, squeezing through the fabric.

"I'm getting hard again just thinking about it," he added. "I want to make you cum again."

"Fuck..." I muttered, giving into temptation and sliding my right hand down into my panties, spreading my legs and rubbing the fresh wetness around between my lips and over my clit. "I want that, too."

"Tell me exactly what you want, Sam."

I closed my eyes and thought seriously about it... thinking about how hot it was that Chris was getting hard again after already cumming three times. I'd never been with anyone who could cum so many times like that. As I imagined it, and then opened my eyes to watch him stroking his once again hard cock, I realized what I really wanted.

"I want you to keep fucking me and cumming inside of me until you can't anymore. I want to feel your thick cock slipping in and out of me, coated with your cum as you keep pounding me. I want you to drain your balls inside me."

Chris groaned, stroking faster. "Yeah? You want to feel my big cock stretching and filling you until my cum is pouring out of your messy cunt?"

"Oh god," I breathed.

"Are you going to cum again as you think about my cock filling you like that?"

"Yess," I breathed. I looked over to see Chris standing at his window, stroking his hard cock, watching me squirm under my blanket and listening to my soft, breathy moans. I kicked the covers so that he could see my fingers moving rapidly inside my underwear.

"Fuck, that's hot," Chris groaned, his hand sliding faster on his long, hard shaft. "Keep rubbing your clit. I can't wait to bury myself inside you again. I'm going to fuck you so hard and fast right away. It's so hot seeing and hearing how horny you get. I'm gonna give you load number four."

Listening to Chris' hot words and watching him stroke his cock faster yet, I felt my whole body clenching and building up to another big release. My fingers moved in rapid circles over my clit until my soft moans became lower and longer as I came for Chris a fifth time.

"Cumming!" I muttered, my body writhing on the bed yet again.

There was a growl on the other end of the phone and then I heard Chris grunting and cumming again, too, making another mess on his freshly cleaned window.

"Fuck," he groaned once he'd finished.

"Mmm," I moaned, smiling and licking my lips, still squirming and rubbing my legs together as I felt the tingly after effects of my orgasm.

"Bet you're glad you responded to my message," Chris smirked, watching me.

I felt a little giddy as I laughed too much at his comment. "I guess it wasn't the worst way to spend my night."

"I'll take it," Chris laughed. "And I guess I have to thank Married Mark for leaving you all wet, horny, and vulnerable."

The mention of Mark brought some of the guilt back, as I realized how far I'd allowed things to go. Then I remembered that he'd said he would try to text me again before going to bed. That was hours ago. I opened my messenger app and saw that I did indeed have a few missed texts.

Mark: Sorry again for leaving you all worked up earlier ;)

Mark: Still up?

Mark: I'm about to go to bed... I'm guessing you probably fell asleep

Mark: I'll try making it up to you tomorrow ;)

Mark: Goodnight, kiss kiss :-*

His last message came in just before 1am, which was over an hour ago.

"Everything okay?" Chris asked, noticing I'd gotten distracted.

"Yeah," I said, breezily. "I better go to bed for real, though. I have to be up in like five hours."

"Yikes," Chris sympathized. "Early class?"

"Yeah. Two back-to-back classes, then a group project meeting over lunch, then work."

"Long day. What time is work done?"

"I get off at 4."

"That's not too bad."

"No. I'm sure I'll survive. I might need a nap when I get home, though."

Chris laughed. "Sounds like a good plan. I'm happy to help with that part."

I rolled my eyes and groaned again. "I'm sure you are."

"Though I can't promise you'll actually get any sleep."

"Okay, goodnight," I said firmly, rather than answering and allowing the joking and flirting to continue any later.

Chris laughed. "Goodnight. Sweet dreams."

We hung up then, and I clicked back to my texts to respond to Mark. I knew he could see the read receipt, knowing that I'd read his messages, and thought about telling him I'd just woken up randomly and saw them, since he apparently thought I'd fallen asleep over an hour earlier. But I didn't want to lie. I aimed for something breezy, to buy myself time to consider how I would tell him the rest.

Sam: No need to be sorry

Sam: I hope you had a fun night :)

Then I clicked my phone off, running through different options for how I might tell Mark about what happened until I drifted to sleep.