Lust Burning Ch. 02

Chris was going to get off now, it was pretty clear. After all that build up, he was in the final stretch. Face transfigured, he began making tiny little thrusting movements with his hips, muscles rippling.

Holding my breath, I watched him in awe. His balls were terribly tight, almost disappearing around the base of his shaft, only a few inches from Jessie's blood-red lips. I could see instinct taking over, how badly he wanted to jam himself down her throat, but he was somehow managing to hold back. With an obvious effort, he removed his clenching fists from her head, trying not to choke her.

I was completely unprepared when his eyes shot open, dark dark, and bored straight into me. With an incoherent moan, he curled his fingers into my hair, grinding my face hard into Jessie's cunt. I vaguely saw him arch and spasm, felt Jessica quiver again, before the orgasm that was suddenly overpowering me obscured my sight. There was no building, no warning. One second I was aroused as hell, like I'd been all evening, the next he touched me and I was erupting, burning hot semen shooting all over the limo floor and my clenching hand.

It was a really strong release, not surprising considering how long we'd been pushing towards it. Spasm after spasm shook me. Nerve endings everywhere in my body sparked randomly. I was hot, I was cold, I was twitching yet I was still as death. It took quite a while for me to be capable of focusing on my surroundings again.

The vibrating of the motor coming through the cold floor to my knees registered first, followed by a sharp turn that threw me off balance. I didn't go very far, because Chris was still tightly clutching my curls. I yelped a little as my neck yanked, the sweet tugging causing my spent penis to twitch a final time. Mercifully, Chris' grip loosened and we all just sort of slumped, recovering.

"Well..." Her voice cracking, Jess halted, licked her smeared lipstick and cleared her throat.

"I... that was... I mean..." she trailed off. "Well..." she finished helplessly.

"I agree. Well...I think the word describes the evening so far quite nicely." Apparently, even half dead, I can still be a smart-ass. Instinct I guess.

Chris made some kind of exhausted rumble and cracked a smile. He was still bathing in the after-glow, his features serene yet somehow intense.

After another timeless stretch of time, I became aware of my spunk starting to grow cold and runny between my fingers.

"Um, Jess" I began, feeling my face flame.

"Does this limo thing come with, like, Kleenex or something?" I was feeling pretty stupid and embarrassed, don't ask me why, after all we'd just done.

"Matty, you're so cute, all red like that!" she taunted. "Now, let me see if I can find some..."

Like I said before, evil. She finally relented and tossed me a box, which I missed, obviously. You try catching a box while kneeling on the floor of a rolling limo, one handed, and gripping your slippery prick with the other, trying not to make too much of a mess.

There was absolutely no reason for both Chris and Jess to laugh at me like that.

Jerks.

Yeah, but really hot sexy jerks that you just had amazing sex with.

I nodded, agreeing with my Inner Voice for once. Then I stuck my tongue out at them, because I'm sooo much more mature.

Inside though, I was drowning in a sea of possibilities for the second time that day. I hadn't properly been able to decide just what I wanted with Chris. Now I had a hot chick to add to the equation. My reasoning was even foggier than before. Whatever happened, it was sure to be sizzling. Oh yeah, baby. Go with the flow. There'd be time for questionings later.

My Inner Voice agreed and chimed on, repeating its line from earlier:

This is going to be a killer show tonight. And after...

Yeah, after.