Chapter 11

Naked except for the black fishnet stockings, glossy cowboy boots and Stetson hat she’d elected to show off in, Laura was kneeling between my spread legs as I lay on her bed. Yeah, she enjoyed that bronco-riding fantasy. Not gonna lie, it was fast becoming one of my favorites. After a quick grin, she lowered her open mouth once more.

“I’ve gotta head home soon, baby,” she whispered from beneath the tilting hat brim. “When you gonna call her?”

Before I could reply, she tilted my cock aside to again engulf one of my balls. She was partial to the left globe. As her cheeks sunk and that marvelous tongue washed its trapped flesh, the bedroom spun. As groans escaped me, her fist did another wondrous slow twist along my wobbling steel-hard shaft. It too was coated in dribbling spit, and a healthy dose of leaking pre-cum. Yeah, my sexy woman had been playing for a while.

What a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon, right? Well, it had been until she’d brought up Irina.

“Really? You still want to...” No sooner had I spoken than her hand twisted upwards to grip hard just beneath my crown. As I bucked, she looked up at me. “Oh, fuck, sweetie. Jesus, I’m gonna come soon. I swear.”

At her muffled giggle and the flash of those impish eyes, I gritted my teeth. And, as her bottomless, soul-melting brown pools blazed, my interlaced fingers tightened behind my skull. Yeah, not the first time I’d warned the sexy cowgirl of my impending detonation. Like I said, she was enjoying the playtime with her new toy. Besides, to be honest, after another cozy night with Laura, I’d forgotten about the flight attendant.

But as her thumb rolled over my oozing slit, she clearly had not. After releasing my rolling globe, she dragged her swirling tongue upward along my rod. It was only as it eased over my dribbling dome that her words returned to me. And I managed to grin. If she was heading home, I owed her a memory to hold her over. With a chuckle, I moved a hand to grip my root and used the other to peel her slender, sticky fingers from my shaft.

Just as one of her eyebrows arched, I flicked my cock towards her reddening face. She had a split second to realize what I was about to do. How her eyes twinkled as I chuckled.

“You,” I muttered.

Splat. My meaty shaft struck across her chin. As the fat knob wobbled, it flung a thick strand of drool to spatter across her opening lips.

“Are.”

Splurch. That hit landed on her open mouth, but right as her tongue shot out to lash, I yanked my rod away.

“Such.”

At the gentler tap on the bridge of her nose, she surged upwards, tongue straining. But only its tip grazed me as I again removed my shaft.

“A.”

Slap. That blow took her full force across the cheek, sending her face sideways. But even as her soft yelp faded, she was trying to chase my wobbling bulb with her widening mouth. And, my God, those eyes were flooded with molten desire.

“Naughty.”

Splurch. My cockmeat hit her again on the open lips. Right as she reeled from the hefty strike, I shoved, driving its fat tip into her mouth. But only to give her a taste. Just as her cheeks sank, I yanked it out in a fountain of glittery spit.

“Slut!”

The final blow slapped hard across the other cheek, driving her head to the side. That yelp was louder and higher-pitched, but her face whipped back to me. By then, she was so far beyond desire. White-rimmed eyes flooded with molten lust. Oh, yes, there was my slut.

But I had little time to enjoy the view. With a growl, she surged forward. After slapping her hand onto my root next to mine, she flashed me a quick smile. Pure bliss. Then rammed her spreading soft lips over my tip. Even as she dived further, her cheeks sank and her tongue became a velvet whipsaw, battering my trapped flash.

With her eyes on me, she bobbed ever faster as our interlocked hands stroked quicker. Yeah, I was done. As my shaky pelvis shoved upwards and a loud grunt escaped me, her boots scrambled for purchase as she rode my shuddering rise.

But slutty Laura had one more trick to play. Right as my cockhead swelled, she took her drooling mouth away. While keeping her lips wide, she thrust her tongue forward to swirl on its glossy dome. Although waiting, she blinked in surprise when the first spurt was so powerful it thrummed against the roof of her mouth. The second she let shoot across her face. When the third thundered beneath our fists, she lifted and aimed it towards her swaying tits.

Right as the last jets pumped out in high arcs to spatter over my roiling stomach, the most devilish chortle left her sloppy lips. With those glimmering eyes locked on me, she dragged that shiny, white-streaked tongue around her mouth, reeling in a thick ropy strand.

“Oops, I made a mess, baby.” Another of those impish chuckles escaped as she lowered her open mouth to hunt and slurp my cum.

With her dainty fingers scooping over her gloopy skin and lips working over my jizz-streaked belly, I lay back with a sigh. As quiet slurping and the occasional stronger kiss that got my entire body shaking filled the air, my mind whirled.

Together, we were beyond lust-filled and already so dangerous. What could Irina add? If she even decided to join our little party. Oh, but there was a glimmer of hope. So, when at last, belly full and both of us licked clean, Laura slid under my arm. With a gentle sigh, I reached for the phone she’d tossed beside us before starting on me.

“Okay,” I whispered before pressing my lips to hers.

At the soft tap of her salty, ooze-coated tongue, I let it inside to play. The phone wasn’t going anywhere. Her moaning grew more insistent as my fingers found their way to her parting legs. After that show, it took less than a second of rapid forceful rubbing along her rock-hard, heated clit before her screams flooded our mouths.

Right then, as her lean, sweat-slick frame bucked into me, I calmed. Strange as that was, I gripped the phone in my other hand ever tighter while her little body slapped. There was no question left in my mind. She wanted to meet Irina almost as much, if not more, than me. That thought, weird as it sounded, made me happy.

When at last she lay moaning between gentle licks of my neck, I placed the call. And Laura’s eyes shone.

But when the phone kept ringing, that shine faded. After a long sigh, I was just about to hang-up, when it connected.

“Uh, hello?” A shaky female voice came from the receiver.

“Um, Irina?” I shrugged at Laura, then nodded. Of course, the woman wouldn’t recognize my number. Nor after so much time had she any reason to expect my call.

“Y-Yes. Can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Deacon. Uh, Deacon Hall. Deke. I was on a flight back to Reagan. You were on the crew. Gave me your number. On a napkin.”

“Oh.” She gasped. “Oh! You. Um, yes. Uh, I wasn’t expecting ... Um, sorry. Oh, uh, wow. Really, it’s you?”

While flashing me an “I told you so” look, Laura swallowed a giggle. While pressing tighter to me, her hand slid downward to caress my battered pole. Right as Laura’s tongue traced along my jaw, I made a decision. Truth up front.

“I have a girlfriend, Irina.”

“Oh.”

That’s it. One single word. Even as Laura’s brows knitted, I was ready for the call to end. What I wasn’t prepared for was her grabbing the phone and tugging it towards her.

“He says you’re drop-dead gorgeous,” she said. “Couldn’t stop talking about you. Um, I’d really like to meet you, too, Irina. That’s such a pretty name.”