Victory; he'd lost it. Groaning, rocking to spark off the two distinct pleasures on either side of him, Eric gave way like a wall of sand crumbling against a wave. Amber had to stop touching herself, gripping his thigh again with her left hand; his sharp movements knocked her head back repeatedly, and if she weren't careful, she could easily fall. Wouldn't that be funny, if just before he could come, she disengaged? But Eric was still relatively restrained; Amber had been with men who were far more intense about fucking her mouth. And she was determined: digits digging into his flesh, legs locked to keep her torso up, Amber could handle a few head bangs.
Having readjusted herself to deal with his erratic, powerful thrusts, Amber smugly enjoyed the fruits of her labor. Pity she couldn’t get a good view of his face, bent as she was to keep sucking his dick-- it must've been a glorious sight, pinched and uncensored. They'd talked about cameras, maybe—but Eric probably wouldn't want evidence of his ecstasy at being ass fucked. His tremors-- she felt every one, shaking out from his hips-- would have to be reward enough, as would be his thoughtless cries. Christ, he must've forgotten that they were in a semi-public spot; this the passers-by could hear. God. Yeah. They'd know what was going on, wonder who was so lucky. Maybe those boys from the court heard, would put two and two together.
At Eric's timely warning, Amber pulled back slightly, expecting him to jerk harder-- and, yeah, he really did twitch all over the place. His dick pulsated in her mouth like one last clench before releasing all it had to offer, the come hot and bitter. Good, yeah, that's what she wanted: Amber kept on sucking with relish, remembering how much he'd loved that the other time she'd blown him; kept on stroking with her fingers, too, because no matter how shy Eric was about things up his ass, testing proved conclusively that he was wild about it. Maybe he could throw a ball better than her, but this-- sex-- Amber ruled.
As Eric's movements subsided, Amber took a deep breath through her nose; swallowed the come that had accumulate in her mouth. Sticky, it needed a strong gulp to go down; and then, whole body spent, Amber’s legs gave way, collapsing. She found herself suddenly sitting on the floor, legs splayed around Eric's and her ass against the cold and wet tile floor tile. Startled, she looked up, though she quickly tried to mask it as amusement.
Refusing to look weak, especially since no matter how amazing she'd been just now, she'd still lost that game, Amber got to knees and then her feet, barely using the wall as support. Now that the goal of getting Eric off was accomplished, the exhaustion that had been with her all along manifested itself, flooding her nerves. Too many sore muscles to name, plus a crick in her neck. And what she'd been assuming were leftover water drops was actually sweat, built up all over again from the fucking.
Throwing Eric a tired smile, Amber cranked on the shower. She could hear water hitting the space outside the box, but she was too tired to close the door. With the long break, the shower was steaming hot again. The heat ached against her worn body, but it felt good too, like a vicious massage. "Some work out, huh."
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Having readjusted herself to deal with his erratic, powerful thrusts, Amber smugly enjoyed the fruits of her labor. Pity she couldn’t get a good view of his face, bent as she was to keep sucking his dick-- it must've been a glorious sight, pinched and uncensored. They'd talked about cameras, maybe—but Eric probably wouldn't want evidence of his ecstasy at being ass fucked. His tremors-- she felt every one, shaking out from his hips-- would have to be reward enough, as would be his thoughtless cries. Christ, he must've forgotten that they were in a semi-public spot; this the passers-by could hear. God. Yeah. They'd know what was going on, wonder who was so lucky. Maybe those boys from the court heard, would put two and two together.
At Eric's timely warning, Amber pulled back slightly, expecting him to jerk harder-- and, yeah, he really did twitch all over the place. His dick pulsated in her mouth like one last clench before releasing all it had to offer, the come hot and bitter. Good, yeah, that's what she wanted: Amber kept on sucking with relish, remembering how much he'd loved that the other time she'd blown him; kept on stroking with her fingers, too, because no matter how shy Eric was about things up his ass, testing proved conclusively that he was wild about it. Maybe he could throw a ball better than her, but this-- sex-- Amber ruled.
As Eric's movements subsided, Amber took a deep breath through her nose; swallowed the come that had accumulate in her mouth. Sticky, it needed a strong gulp to go down; and then, whole body spent, Amber’s legs gave way, collapsing. She found herself suddenly sitting on the floor, legs splayed around Eric's and her ass against the cold and wet tile floor tile. Startled, she looked up, though she quickly tried to mask it as amusement.
Refusing to look weak, especially since no matter how amazing she'd been just now, she'd still lost that game, Amber got to knees and then her feet, barely using the wall as support. Now that the goal of getting Eric off was accomplished, the exhaustion that had been with her all along manifested itself, flooding her nerves. Too many sore muscles to name, plus a crick in her neck. And what she'd been assuming were leftover water drops was actually sweat, built up all over again from the fucking.
Throwing Eric a tired smile, Amber cranked on the shower. She could hear water hitting the space outside the box, but she was too tired to close the door. With the long break, the shower was steaming hot again. The heat ached against her worn body, but it felt good too, like a vicious massage. "Some work out, huh."