#deanxmeg

Kneading the soft plump skin of her ass in his hands, her clit piercing clacks against his teeth and he sucks it into his mouth, tugs, tugs, and she moans out a stuttering high sound. Finally her lips seal around his cock, slick hot mouth sinking down on him, one of her hands rolling his balls as she bobs. Flicking his tongue against her piercing, she cants her hips back and scoots a little further up. Sliding his arms between her legs so she can get those warm thighs around his face, she settles even more firmly on him almost suffocating, her small breasts pressed to his belly as she stretches out keeping his cock in her mouth.

He was already a little high and the world was a sleepy fuzzy thing when she pushed through the door to his one room studio apartment and shut it behind her. Yeah, yeah he said he could sell her some or she could just share a little with him now. She flopped down on his futon, arm slung over the back, all spread out as she kicked her shoes off and smiled at him. She had a wicked smile, wide and bright it bared her teeth. Hello hello is there anyone in there, can you hear me, is there anyone at all. She rolled her eyes. Floyd, really - It’s a classic - It’s overrated - You shut your mouth - Make me.

Well she wasn’t complaining about the music now, swallowing around his cock, her fingers trailing down in between his legs with the heel of her palm pressed against his balls so he lets his bow legs spread out a little more. The dry pad of a finger pressed light ghosting over his hole, and Dean tips his hips up to say ‘yeah’ cause he’s got his face covered by her and he can’t talk. He wraps his arms up around waist, soft and warm, drags his fingers in lazy trails over her skin.

She pulls off his cock but he’s patient and he knows what’s coming so he lets it twitch against his belly until she gets her lips on him again and there’s a spit slick finger pressing against him, sinking in, and fuck yeah she knows all the right tricks. Presses her nimble fingers in the soft space between his legs and sinks one up into him curling around while her tongue massages his cock.

Dean licks along the wet folds of her pussy and he can’t stop his hips from jerking up, fucking up into her mouth, but he figures she doesn’t mind cause she keeps grinding down against him. He’s a little fuzzy, a little slow, but the taut knot of heat low in his belly is something he knows so he pulls a hand around and cracks it down sharp on her ass. Loud smack resounds in the air and she sits up gasping. Least he’s got enough space to talk now.

“Sweetheart, you keep that up you’re gonna have to wait an hour to ride.”

She looks over her shoulder, dark brown hair all tousled and her colored skin gleams with sweat.

“Too good for you sugar lips?”

“You just know all the dirty tricks.”

“You like it.”

“Yeah I do.”

Getting his hands on her hips he heaves her up and flips her over, crawls between her legs and the cheap futon creaks and dips underneath them. This thing barely holds his weight but she’s tiny and not too much to add - maybe. Slender limbed, pale skin where it’s not inked, metal gleaming between her legs and through her nipples. He crawls up her body, slipping a hand between her thighs and easing his fingers in to her as he licks at her nipples. Her nails are sharp dragging through his hair and across his shoulders, scoring his skin and digging in. Arching up off the futon, biting her lip, she pulls his face down between her tits as he licks and sucks and leaves blossoming red imprints where his mouth was.

His dick needs a break if it’s gonna last longer, even though it’s aching and he just wants to sink into the heat of her body. One of her legs pulls up and wraps around his waist, heel digging in to the small of his back, her little gasps and moans a sweeter soundtrack then even Floyd. And he thinks he’s got her right where he wants her but then her other leg comes up and she tightens them around him and jerks, rolling him over. Except there’s really no where to go over on the folded down futon and he falls to the floor with a thud and a curse.

He might be a little mad except she just rolls right over on top of him, leaning across his body and snagging her jeans that were discarded there, pulling out a condom as she sits on his belly and licks her lips. Her pussy’s so wet it drags along his skin leaving her scent where she’s been. Rolling the condom down on him she drops herself down on him in one sudden movement and his body pushes up off the floor to meet her.

The swirling designs of her tattoos seem to shift and slide across her body as she undulates on top of him, snakes and skulls and spiders creep crawling over her body and her eyes look so dark he swears they flash black at him. Everything feels so goddam intense even though there’s a lag between though and action. There’s an underlying thrum to the world, scratch of cheap carpet under his back and the walls are kind of vibrating.

Dragging his hands up her thighs, tense muscles working, along the curves of her hips and up to the dip of her waist, he digs in to her body and he’s ready to flip her when she grabs his wrists and shoves. Pushes his arms down and pins his wrists next to his head, laying against his torso. Stretched out along him and she’s like a cat, sharp claws extended, you never can trust cats. Snapping her hips down, holding his wrists, her hair fallen across his face smells like the weed they’ve been smoking and something fruity. She kisses rough and hungry, teeth pulling at his lips, sugar lips, tasting herself on him and humming.

Digging his heels against the floor, he bends his knees up and pushes, fucks himself up into the tight clench of her body, so wet he feels her dripping down his balls. And maybe he doesn’t mind being on his back for her, hell maybe he’d spread his legs for her - she seems like the kind of girl that’d own a strap on.

She sucks on his tongue and her grip falters as she shakes apart on top of him, driving his cock up hard and fast. Getting his hands loose, he wraps them around her  and pulls her down to his chest, sweat slick bodies sliding easy together, small breasts squashed against him and she’s pressing her face to his neck, biting down the slope of his shoulder.

Sliding his hands down her back he cups the swell of her firm ass and pounds into her a few more times before he loses it, dragging her down onto his lap and releasing in the condom pressed as deep into her pussy as he can, back arching up and she’s blanketing him in heat, but he holds her down against his body. She just lies there a while, her arms splayed out, fingers brushing up and down his arms, lips trailing over his shoulders.

“Hey, you got any snacks?”

“Mm, think I got some chips.”

“I got some Betty Crocker shit at my place, you wanna make cupcakes?”