Page 79 of Boss Abroad
He has me teetering on the edge, mumbling about how he can’t get enough, how good I taste, the vibrations of his filthy words adding to my arousal. All the while touching behind my legs up to my ass, over my belly, up to my covered tits.
I’m so close now that I don’t think my legs are very reliable anymore, so I’m taking up his offer and holding on to his head with both hands. “Liam, I’m going to come.” That’s his cue to run the cigar case up the inside of my leg. It’s cold and full of promises. He lets go of my clit, but I’m too curious to complain. The case carries its way up until Liam uses it to part my lips. I rub myself on it, getting ourselves acquainted, getting it nice and wet.
“You’re so wet, beautiful. I bet this will slide right in. Can I?”
Liam repositions the case, aiming it upwards, and I’m pushing myself down on it before my head bobs up and down in agreement.
“Tell me,” he insists. Oh fuck, I have to be functional enough to speak intelligible words while being fucked by him? That’s a tall ask. “Can I fuck you with my cigar case?” he asks, but said phallic case is already breaching me.
“Yes,” I plead loudly, then hiss a ‘fuck’ in a faint whisper.
It slides right in and Liam twists it on its way out. I watch him watching it as it goes. He switches hands and goes back to jerking himself with slow pumps.
“It’s gliding in so easily, Doc. Look at this.” Liam’s deep voice narrates the scene before us and his dirty words magnify all the sensations coursing through my body. They incite my hips to move faster, my moans to echo louder. “Your pussy is throbbing so hard. It sucks the case back in every time I pull it out. Fuck. What a sight to behold.”
“Tell me more,” I beg and he lets go of his cock, as if my plea pushed him to an edge he’s not ready to tread. He draws in a deep breath and I watch that sexy man on the verge of losing it. It fills me with a power I didn’t know I had and now I don’t think I can live without.
Liam brings the case all the way down to my knee. His tongue then trails its wet path up until he gets reunited with my pussy. In a display of pure cruelty, he doesn’t eat me out. He stops a fraction of an inch before my core, close enough that I can feel his breath when he says, “But that’s not what crossed my mind when we were on the patio.”
“It wasn’t?” My curiosity is somewhere around the stratosphere, while my hips are far less intrigued and buck forward.
The answer becomes obvious when Liam opens the metal case and pulls a fresh cigar out. “I love my cigars.” He brings it to his nose, wafting its rich, earthy aroma. His eyes are closed as he savors the scent and speaks his next words. “But nothing compares to your pussy.”
My lips part at his words and he slides two fingers inside me, fucking me with them while curling at the right spot, until I’m moaning and meeting his thrusts. My body is arching so much, only my head and shoulders are touching the wall.
“I want to try both,” he explains. “I want to taste you the next time I have a smoke.” Fuck, that’s sexy. The image comes to mind, and I imagine his gorgeous smile as he lights the cigar that tastes like me.
Liam unwraps the cigar from its plastic and I gulp, chest heaving so badly it compromises my view. Liam stares at my top as if it did him wrong. “The only logical explanation for you to still be wearing a shirt and a bra is that I suffer from tunnel vision when your pussy is at eye level.”
I chuckle at the joke. “You got me so busy, I forgot about them too.”
“Take them off. Let me see you playing with those tits when you come all over my cigar, will you?”
I yank them off like they’re doused in holy water and I’m the damn antichrist.
“Will you?” he asks again and I’m lost.
“Will I what?” What is he talking about? My breasts are already out and heaving.
“Will you let me fuck you with my cigar now?” He traces it between my outer lips, teasing me, and my hips drop lower, chasing it.
“Liam, how bizarre is it to think, and even worse, to say it out loud, that I can’t think of a single thing I wouldn’t let you fuck me with right now?”
He grabs his dick again and slips the tip of the cigar into my pussy. “That’s called trust. And that’s hot as fuck, Doc.”
There’s more friction with the cigar, so his thrusts are shorter and he takes his time entering me with it. “Cream this cigar for me, beautiful. I want it covered with you. I want to see you come all over it.” Liam licks my outer lips between sentences and grabs my hip with just the right amount of force. I’m hanging on his hair for dear life. Odds are, he might be bald by the end of the night, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“After that, I’m going to lick that pussy clean. Drink every drop.” His tongue flicks over my clit. He goes from gentle laps to punishing whips and I couldn’t pick a favorite tempo to save my life. “Then you’re going to take my cock, any way you want it.” Liam’s promises hit me in my core and I’m getting closer by the syllable.
“Do you want to ride it? Sit on this big cock until you’re so full you can barely breathe?” He sucks my clit into his mouth and I sink lower on the cigar.
I cry out. It’s raw, desperate and true.
He lets go of my clit and I resent him and all his ancestors. “Or do you rather I take you from behind?” Liam thrusts the cigar further until I can feel his fingers. The thing must be soaked, probably ruined. I don’t give a single fuck. He doesn’t stop, so apparently he doesn’t care either. “Will you raise that ass high for me while I fuck that pussy and finger that tight ass of yours?”
“Fuck yes,” I cry louder. Looks like Liam converted me. I’m into ass play now.
He’s about to dive back into my pussy when I pull his hair back, turning his face up to me. “Or maybe I can’t wait for either and you’ll have to take me against this wall.” Breath is a luxury I can’t afford when Liam’s face is this close to my pussy, and I pant between words. “I need your cock, Liam. I need the real thing. Now.” He eases the cigar out of me and places it inside the case. “Will you let me have it?” I tease, both of us too far gone to deny anything to one another.