Sweet and Sour

A few more thrusts and I knew I couldn't last, so I slid out of her ass and sat back on my heels. She scrambled up and before I realized what she was doing, she'd taken my throbbing cock in her mouth and finished me there, holding me steady with one hand and sucking hard, swallowing every drop of my seed as I ejaculated into her warm, moist mouth. Her amazing eyes looked up at me the entire time, watching my reactions. The fact that my cock had just been in her ass didn't seem to phase her at all . . . it was the dirtiest, kinkiest thing I'd ever had done to me, and I swear that alone made it the most intense orgasm of the night. She continued sucking me and caressing me with her tongue until she was sure every spasm of my climax was past, and she gave me a couple of final licks before sitting up.

"Shit, Laney," I panted. It was all I could manage.

"Mmm," she smiled, licking her lips. She laid down, stretching her legs out. I lay next to her and she rested her head in the crook of my arm, her hand on my chest. We recovered for a couple of minutes.

"I like hanging out," I said, breaking the silence.

Chuckling, she agreed. "Oh yeah. Hanging out's the best." I stroked her back with my hand and she twirled my chest hair around her finger idly. "Can't wait 'til next time," she said sweetly.

"There's going to be a next time?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah," she replied. After another moment of quiet, she asked, "Would you let me fuck you with my strap-on?"

I looked at her, shocked. "What? NO!"

She was watching me mischievously. "Hey, relax. I was kidding." She stuck out her tongue, then added, "Mostly. It WOULD be hot."

"I can see I'm going to have to watch you," I said, mock glaring at her.

"Yeah," she agreed. "Don't turn your back." We both chuckled at this. Then, her tone more serious, she suggested, "Hey, maybe next time you should bring along that sexy coworker of yours."

I looked at her to see if she was kidding around again, but couldn't tell for sure.

It turned out she wasn't.

Author's Note: Some people are a puzzle. Makes them intriguing. This story came about partly due to a suggestion from a friend, and partly because I needed to put gas in my car on my lunch break.

There may or may not be a second chapter, depending on interest.