Butch jumped a little as she wrapped her already slick hands around his shaft and pumped. It was weird, not being able to see her, but it did add a level of excitement. He was at her mercy in a way, but he didn't really mind, not if she kept doing what she was doing. Her hands glided up and down his length in a twisting motion, occasionally trailed by a tongue, and it felt just the way he imagined it would- no, better... way fuckin' better, his brain amended as her grip tightened.
It was good, so fucking good, but wasn't enough. He wanted to be in her mouth, needed to be in her mouth, but damn if he even knew where her mouth was. And just as he was about to beg, legit beg, he felt her breath -a warm and steady stream that was enough to make him twitch in her grip- ghosting across the sensitive underside of his cock. He hissed as the very tip of her tongue made a path from the base to the head where she- didn't take him into her mouth. Oh for fuck's sake!
Butch made a sound that was part growl, part groan. “Babydoll, ya killin' me here,” he whined as he ran a hand down the side of his sweat-slicked face.
“'All good things,' love,” she purred, her breath still above the head of his cock. Before he could protest further she was kissing her way along a rather prominent vein until she was back at the base. Butch's frustrated groan was cut short as he felt one of his balls being sucked into a moist orifice.
He wasn't really sure what he was moaning at that point -possibly her name, maybe a string of half formed profanities, most likely a combination of both- as she laved one half of the sac's contents, applying a small amount of suction before moving on to the next. It felt amazing, but the suction made his dick twitch with a jealous want.
Audrey pulled away and giggled. “Looks like your tunnel snake is a bit agitated.” Butch's answering groan was cut off as she took the shaft in a warm, slick hand. “Good thing I'm a snake charmer,” she whispered against the head of his cock before taking it into her mouth.
From there it was tongue and wetness and just the right amount of suction. It was too much. It wasn't enough. Butch began to thrust upwards until he felt what had to be her hands pinning his hips down to the bed. She applied a little extra pressure as if to say 'stay put' before bringing her hand back to wrap back around him.
Mouth and hands now moved in sweet synchronicity. Butch's breathing became a shallow rasp and the pressure that been building in his lower stomach continued to build until it reached its apex. “I'm gonna- oh fuck-” His hands grasped frantically at the bedding as one of the more intense orgasms he ever had washed over him.
It was more cum than Audrey was expecting, but she swallowed it anyway -more out of not wanting to coke than anything- before she pulled away with satisfied grinned. “You okay over there, babe?” she asked, fingers drawing random patterns on his thighs.
“Mmm, betta than okay, much betta,” he replied with a lazy grin.
She giggled. “Glad to here it.”
Butch felt the bed rise under him a bit as she rose. His eyes squinted in an attempt to follow the slight shimmer of her form, but he soon gave up, too sated to do much more than lay there in a boneless puddle. A few seconds later a pair of cargo pants flew past in his peripheral followed by a shirt and underwear, the items visible now that they were no longer with in the field of the Stealth Boy. He propped himself up on his elbows, a smirk slowly curving his lips. Apparently it was time for round two.
A/N: So I know we're probably pushing a Stealth Boy's time limit, but really, who gives a shit? Lol. Sorry if the smut isn't up to par, I'm still kinda new a writing it *slips on cone of shame*
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Stealth Girl (2/2)
Date: 2012-03-07 10:14 pm (UTC)It was good, so fucking good, but wasn't enough. He wanted to be in her mouth, needed to be in her mouth, but damn if he even knew where her mouth was. And just as he was about to beg, legit beg, he felt her breath -a warm and steady stream that was enough to make him twitch in her grip- ghosting across the sensitive underside of his cock. He hissed as the very tip of her tongue made a path from the base to the head where she- didn't take him into her mouth. Oh for fuck's sake!
Butch made a sound that was part growl, part groan. “Babydoll, ya killin' me here,” he whined as he ran a hand down the side of his sweat-slicked face.
“'All good things,' love,” she purred, her breath still above the head of his cock. Before he could protest further she was kissing her way along a rather prominent vein until she was back at the base. Butch's frustrated groan was cut short as he felt one of his balls being sucked into a moist orifice.
He wasn't really sure what he was moaning at that point -possibly her name, maybe a string of half formed profanities, most likely a combination of both- as she laved one half of the sac's contents, applying a small amount of suction before moving on to the next. It felt amazing, but the suction made his dick twitch with a jealous want.
Audrey pulled away and giggled. “Looks like your tunnel snake is a bit agitated.” Butch's answering groan was cut off as she took the shaft in a warm, slick hand. “Good thing I'm a snake charmer,” she whispered against the head of his cock before taking it into her mouth.
From there it was tongue and wetness and just the right amount of suction. It was too much. It wasn't enough. Butch began to thrust upwards until he felt what had to be her hands pinning his hips down to the bed. She applied a little extra pressure as if to say 'stay put' before bringing her hand back to wrap back around him.
Mouth and hands now moved in sweet synchronicity. Butch's breathing became a shallow rasp and the pressure that been building in his lower stomach continued to build until it reached its apex. “I'm gonna- oh fuck-” His hands grasped frantically at the bedding as one of the more intense orgasms he ever had washed over him.
It was more cum than Audrey was expecting, but she swallowed it anyway -more out of not wanting to coke than anything- before she pulled away with satisfied grinned. “You okay over there, babe?” she asked, fingers drawing random patterns on his thighs.
“Mmm, betta than okay, much betta,” he replied with a lazy grin.
She giggled. “Glad to here it.”
Butch felt the bed rise under him a bit as she rose. His eyes squinted in an attempt to follow the slight shimmer of her form, but he soon gave up, too sated to do much more than lay there in a boneless puddle. A few seconds later a pair of cargo pants flew past in his peripheral followed by a shirt and underwear, the items visible now that they were no longer with in the field of the Stealth Boy. He propped himself up on his elbows, a smirk slowly curving his lips. Apparently it was time for round two.
A/N: So I know we're probably pushing a Stealth Boy's time limit, but really, who gives a shit? Lol. Sorry if the smut isn't up to par, I'm still kinda new a writing it *slips on cone of shame*