Summertime Blues (for Zoe)

She continued to ride him, pressing harder, she could feel him against her pussy, realising her shorts had moved slightly and they were now skin to skin she gasped, a blush covered her face at the realisation.
“Stop.” She gasped quickly climbing off of him, she removed her hand from his cock placing it against her cheek, “Got a bit carried away there, forgot I am supposed to be making you cum.” Ellie let out a laugh, just for a second she had let herself get a bit too comfortable, a bit too in the moment.

Composing herself she sat down on the counter, letting one leg rest against his, the other half hanging off the edge, her body half twisted away from him. She cleared her throat letting go of his hand and moving her own back to his cock, grasping it she moved her hand slowly along his length, from base to tip lifting her hand till just the pinky finger brushed his cock,

“Now doesn’t that feel better?” She purred, letting Herself slip back into character.
 
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Tommy laid back and let her stroke him. “I’m certainly not going to stop you from enjoying yourself,” he said. “And that’s very nice, yes.”

He had to wonder how long she would keep this up. It felt amazing, of course, and he had almost felt like he was getting kind of close when she was grinding on him, even more so when he felt her silky smooth skin against his cock.
 
It felt like a switch had been flicked in her, she went back to doing what she knew best, her hand moved to the base of his cock as she moved onto her stomach, half lying on his legs as she moved her mouth to his cock, looking up at him as she gave it a flick of her tongue.

“Now on this one occasion, seeing as you have already touched me, I will make an exception.” She took his hand, placing it on top of her head, it felt better like this anyways.
 
Tommy’s fingertips slid along the base of her skull, applying just the slightest amount of pressure as his hand moved up her head. He reached forward with his other hand and pulled off her ponytail holder, letting her dark blonde hair fall all over. His fingers on her head entwined in her hair, and he found himself a grip right at the back of her head.

“Like that?” he asked.
 
She had moved her eyes back to the cock in front of her as she placed his hand on her, but feeling him grip her hair brought them back to his face.

His cock had been sitting against her lips when she whispered “Yes”
It had felt better, taken all of her will power not to moan it. Instead she put the energy back on his cock, letting it slip in and out of her lips, making him wet with her saliva. Letting him pop out of her mouth to bounce against her lips before she took him again.

Ellie couldn’t help think how strange it was, when her only goal was to make him finish how she could have fun with his cock, playing with it, making him wait a little longer for satisfaction.

And yet part of her enjoyed him touching her.
 
God damn, Tommy thought, as she brought his cock to full hardness with her mouth. He groaned in pleasure as she started taking him deeper, and he could feel the wet from her spit dripping down his shaft as she worked him.

He kept his grip on her head light, but present, letting her show him how she liked to suck cock. It was sublime, and the energy between them was far different than the first time. He could tell she was enjoying herself. His dick throbbed in her mouth at that realization.
 
The throb, it was almost like a pat on the head, a sticker saying “well done” it gave her the tiniest sense of satisfaction. She was going to make him cum, even if he had tried to hold out on her Ellie knew she was going to win this particular fight.

She let her head glide up and down his cock, her hand holding the base and working those few inches she couldn’t quite reach, a small moan, almost a purr escaped her throat, vibrating against his cock as she moved.

Even as she worked him her mind drifted, wondering what would it be like to have his fingers in her hair during a fuck. His touch was so light, so many men took it as an opportunity to force their cocks down, hold her on it as long as they could, yet he was just there. It was encouraging but she couldn’t help wonder if she tried to stop, what would he do.
 
Tommy moaned when she purred, the vibrations resonating through him, and his body writhed beneath her. He couldn’t help but tighten his grip on her head, his fingers pressing in. His hips rolled, and his other hand joined in on holding Ellie’s head, his fingers and palms forming a kind of cup at the back of her skull.

“Fuck me,” he breathed, applying just enough pressure to the back of her head to encourage her to speed up a bit.
 
She had glanced up at him from the corner of her eyes, slightly smug at him writhing beneath her. She almost pushed one of his hands away, she never said he could use two, yet she didn’t, allowing him to hold her head, a little firmer than before.

Ellie moved faster, using her hand to follow her mouth, when her mouth moved up her hand followed up his length too, as she went back down her hand was firm around him leading the way.

This time had been different, it was taking longer, more effort and some of her best moves, and yet somehow it was easier. Perhaps it was because he was less of a stranger
 
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She was working him perfectly! Tommy moaned again under her expert ministrations. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he grunted, his muscles tightening under her hands. “Fuck, don’t stop baby,” he said, his hips rolling with her bobbing head, their bodies moving rhythmically together, perfectly in sync, until his cock spasmed hard in her mouth.

His grip on her head tightened even more, but he didn’t push her down. “I’m gonna cum baby,” he whined, thrusting his hips upwards.
 
Ellie had laughed a little, she couldn’t help it, except with a mouthful of his cock all it seemed to do was vibrate it.

Baby! Turns out she had done her job perfectly. He was literal putty in her hand. Her mouth and hand continued, she wanted him to cum. It would be such a relief, only one more time after this and she knew exactly how to work him now, but also part of her just wanted to make him cum, without the conditions.

Her spare hand squeezed his leg, before moving to his balls, applying a little pressure, bracing her for his load.
 
He grunted and groaned and writhed, and his cum gushed out into her mouth in one thick, warm spurt, flooding her mouth with his seed as it continued to spasm and throb. Tommy’s grip on her skull tightened fiercely for a brief moment as he came, and the pleasure coursing through his body was overwhelming!

“Jesus, fuck,” he moaned as he lifted his head just in time to watch her slide up off him.
 
His hands had tightened but relaxed just as quickly, her mouth had swallowed his load, even going so far as to take his cock one last time, cleaning it as she released it from her mouth.

Ellie pushed herself up from the counter and swung her legs up, her feet resting near his head as she stared out into the garden ahead.

With a slight chuckle she slapped his leg, “Well someone enjoyed that.” Taking her thumb she rubbed around her mouth, before popping it in to clean.
 
All Tommy could do was lay there on his back, catching his breath for a long minute. He rolled his eyes at her comment.

“You’re really very good at that,” he said, pushing himself up onto his elbows. His gaze dragged along her long smooth legs and up to her face as she looked out the window.
 
She smiled looking at him again, “Maybe you are just really easy.” He hadn’t been, twice it had taken longer than it normally would have and this time had taken especially long, as if it was his second orgasm already.

Ellie turned to lie down on her side facing him, holding her head up with her hand she held her other hand up, 3 fingers before dropping 2 down.

“Just 1 go go as well.” She grinned, could not resist. “At least you will have the memories of my mouth, long after it has moved on to the next cock.”

She lay in silence for a moment, she had never had sex in a kitchen before, one to cross off the list in the future.
“So has anyone ever served you up like a dish in your own kitchen before?” She asked waving her hand along the length of him
 
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Tommy chortled, and shook his head at her commentary. Yep. One more to go. The first two had been absolutely incredible, mind-blowing orgasmic experiences. Fuck, the thought. He’d be jerking off to these memories for the rest of his life!

“No, there’s a first time for everything, I suppose,” he replied, looking back up at the ceiling and trying to calm his breathing. She had really… taken him places with that one. He brought his head back down and looked at Hailey, their eyes locking for a long moment before he pushed himself up and hopped off the counter, bending over and pulling his shorts back up his legs. He took a deep breath as he stood up straight, and looked at her over his shoulder.

“So, how do you like your eggs?” he asked, his eyes lingering on her sexy form laid out on his kitchen island. He licked his lips. He could just eat her right up.
 
Ellie sat up suddenly “wait!” She looked around the counter before spinning to face him, “Where is my hair band?” Her hair was a mess and she would prefer it out of her way again.

Pulling herself to the edge of the counter she continued, “You could always touch me, use up the third right now.” She grinned, knowing it was a very slim chance of it happening but wishing to put the temptation forwards just in case.

“And I thought I was doing the breakfast, I think you might need to rest!” The teasing continued, though the more she thought on it the less she was bothered about doing it herself, “Any way is fine for me, I like them all.” She had replied, pick her battles, “But you may need to help me, this is higher than I remembered and I am sort of stuck.”
 
Tommy spun and faced her, pulling her hair band off his wrist and holding it up… just out of her reach. He chuckled. “Honey, you did all the work, just sayin,” he said. He looked at her, quite certain she could get down off the countertop if she wanted to.

“And what exactly do you mean by using up the third to touch you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he stepped closer, still holding the hair band up just out of her reach.
 
“Well you could sacrifice your last one to give me a toe curling, eye rolling, screaming orgasm.” She grinned rolling onto her stomach and pushing, letting her slide slowly off the counter until her legs were dangling.
Slowly she edged bit by bit until her toes touched the ground, where she promptly let the rest of herself drop,
“But you obviously wish to stay selfish.” She joked holding her hand out, “Now now, just because your hair band is poor don’t be stealing mine.” Ellie nodded to him, fully aware it had been her doing that had almost pulled his hair free
 
Tommy smirked as he handed her the hair band. He knew he would very much enjoy giving her that kind of pleasure, and it was a very tempting offer.

“If you want a toe-curling, eye-rolling, mind-blowing, screaming out in ecstasy kind of orgasm, all you gotta do is ask,” he said, stepping closer to her. His fingers trailed lightly up her thigh, across her shorts, and then up her side, pausing just shy of her breasts before sliding back down and toying with the waistband of her little shorts, tugging them towards him so their bodies pressed together. He leaned in closer, and spoke softly in her ear: “But you’ll still owe me number three.”
 
Ellie let out a slightly shaken breath, covering it with a laugh, it was suddenly really warm in the kitchen. For just a second, a small flicker, a yes was on her lips, but she brushed it away, putting her hand on his stomach to push him away.

“I am perfectly capable of doing it to myself, I have plenty of toys, thank you!” Her voice was slightly terse as she moved collecting the juice and glass, making a point of keeping the island between them.

When he turned his back she had picked up a paper towel, crouching behind the island to feel between her legs, she was wet. Ellie then pretended to blow her nose before depositing the towel in the trash.

“Are you working tonight? I think I am going to spend the day unpacking properly.” She asked, changing the subject
 
Tommy shrugged as she pulled away from him, and turned back to the stove. He turned the burner back on and cracked a few eggs into a bowl, and added some salt and pepper before he started mixing them up with a fork.

He had to smirk at her comment about her toys. His mind raced, wondering just what kinds of devices she had hidden in her bedside drawer, what her favorite one was, if she enjoyed using them with a partner… he shook those thoughts away. He’d probably never know!

“Yeah, umm, I’ve got some errands to run this afternoon, and there’s some hip-hop show at the Blue Note tonight that I gotta work, so I probably won’t be back home til like one in the morning or so,” he said.

He put some bread in the toaster oven and turned it on, and then poured the beaten eggs into the frying pan. He added some of the cooked sausage and the diced peppers and onions to the mix, and as the eggs began to scramble properly, he sprinkled some shredded cheese on top.

“What about you? Back at the Library tonight?” he asked her.
 
“Uhmm, no. I don’t go back till tomorrow, so I can search all the nooks whilst you are away tonight huh?” She laughed slightly wondering if he did have any hidden secrets.

With the prospect of an evening alone she began to think of the things she could do, maybe she would use the hot tub, perhaps even give herself one of those screaming orgasms she spoke of.

Her stomach rumbled as she waited “Is it nearly ready? I’m starving.”
 
The toaster oven made a loud ding just after she asked if it was ready, and Tommy chuckled as he pulled out the fresh toast and dropped two slices on each of two plates. “Yeah, it’s ready,” he said, using the spatula to cut the omelette in half in the pan. He slid half of the eggs onto one plate and handed it off to Ellie with a fork and a butter knife. He took his own mess of eggs and dropped them right on a piece of toast, and made a sandwich out of it.

“I mean, you don’t have to go sneaking about,” he told her as he sat down across the island from her. “You could just ask,” he shrugged and took a big bite of his sandwich.
 
She cut a piece of omelette and delicately placed it in her mouth, it was pretty good for a guy.

“Well, any secret ‘red’ rooms, a dungeon for your kidnapped girls, bodies under the floorboards?” She asked, continuing to cut and eat the food.

If he really did have any of those could she find them? Did she actually want to know if it was true? Still it would be good getting to have a proper look around the house without having to watch her back.
 
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