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I had the strangest urge to taste him in my mouth, to
feel the soft skin of his cock encased by my lips.
    Sal moved again, coming to stand in front of me. A
finger traced a line across my parted lips, his breathing shallow, ragged. “A
pretty fucking mouth, too,” he whispered. With his cock straining against his
pants and him above me, he was standing level to my mouth where I sat. I made
quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping those jeans, my hand slipping under his
boxers to find his shaft twitching in my palm. “What do you want, Liv?”
    I smiled as someone cussed outside of the curtain,
asking loudly where the attendant was. A female snapped back with a sharp
response. Sal tapped a button on the television beside our seats and turned the
volume on low. Nimble, quick fingers snapped the button open on his jeans, the
zipper following suit. I swallowed, my mouth dampening with saliva, wanting to
feel the ridges of his cock sinking between my lips.
    No, we weren’t about to be bothered anytime soon.
    “I want to suck your cock.”

 
    Chapter
Seven
     
    Sal grunted low when my hand tightened to the shaft
of his cock, one finger rolling over the head to feel the drop of pre-cum that
had gathered. Running my palm over his length slowly, I reveled in the silky
feeling of his skin encasing the hot, hard length that throbbed under my touch.
Looking up through my eyelashes, Sal stared back, hands clenched at his sides
and waiting.
    “Suck my cock, Liv. Right here, with those people
outside of that curtain who might catch you and see how beautiful you’ll look
doing it,” he muttered. So demanding and forceful, in a quiet, but sure tenor.
It made my hands tremble from the sound alone. Pulling the waistband of his
boxers down with my free hand, I freed his cock. Keeping my eyes locked with
his, I leaned forward and took the very tip between my lips, wetting and
tasting with my tongue that swirled in a circle over the head. Sal swallowed,
teeth clenching. “More.”
    Hands weaved into my hair, grabbing tight as I
opened lips wider and allowed him to thrust into my mouth. The tip of his cock
hit the back of my throat, making muscles constrict and my eyes water. I
pressed against the front of his jeans with my palms, tightening my lips around
his thick shaft as he withdrew slowly, teeth scraping to what I knew had to be
sensitive skin.
    “Oh, fucking hell,” he whispered low, voice sounding
almost pained as he thrust into my mouth once more. Thumbs rolled soothingly
over my cheeks, catching the stray tears that had fallen from the force of his
thrust. “Relax, Liv.” Breathing through my nose, I swallowed the saliva
gathering and sucked down his length once more.   “I want to fuck your mouth, baby. Let me fuck your mouth.”
    Holding tight to my face, eyes looking down and
mouth opened in a silent moan, Sal’s head fell back as he started a slow rhythm,
fucking my mouth with his cock. Every vein in his shaft shuddered and pulsed as
he sunk deep into the hot heat of my lips that sheathed his steeled erection.
The salty taste of his pre-cum on the back of my tongue was heavy, bursting
taste buds with a flavor I hadn’t expected. His thighs twitched under my grasp,
legs shaking as his slow thrusts turned a little faster. The more I relaxed
under his motions, the better I knew it felt for him.
    His voice, deep, quiet and full of aching want
echoed to my ears. “Good girl. Looks so good, me fucking your mouth like this.
God, your mouth. Sweet, so hot…soft…perfect.”
    I couldn’t help but notice how my senses seemed so
much more aware than they had been before. The quiet murmurs from outside our
little cubby, the soft hums from the television beside our forms, and the
occasional patter of feet down the small outside aisle. No, not one of them had
a single clue what was happening behind the thin curtain, just feet away.
    My adrenaline spiked at the thought, lust raging a
little higher as Sal slowed his movements,