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allowing me to take hold and suck
his cock at my own speed. I used one hand to wrap the bottom of his shaft,
noticing he was so thick my fingers couldn’t even encase his girth completely.
Stroking the lower part of his shaft, I dropped my mouth down his length fast,
sucking hard as I came back up and felt him tremble under my touch.
    “Fuck, suck that cock…just like that.”
    The words were barely above a whisper, strained and
tense, like he was just hanging on an edge and waiting to drop off. I slipped a
hand into his bunched-up boxers, tugging lightly on his ball sac, feeling him
twitch hard inside my mouth at the action. Sal jerked harder into my mouth,
hitting the back of my throat again, a sharp intake of breath as I cupped his
sac and tugged gently again.
    “Stop…stop, Liv. Shit, you’ve…got to stop.” I pulled
back, releasing his cock from my mouth but still holding tight to the shaft
with my hand. Sal stroked the sides of my cheek, swiping at the saliva that
escaped to the corner of my lips. “That was great—really, really great—but I don’t want to finish in your mouth.”
    His words sent a spark up through my spine and
straight to my brain, sizzling with desire and an ache so good it burned. It
only lasted for a second, though, before the sound of familiar heels clicking
down the aisle reminded me exactly where I was again. The thrill of fear shot
through my pulled taut nerves, eyes widening as Sal froze, stepping back and
dropping into his seat quickly, hands covering the boxers he had somehow
managed to pull back up again.
    “Close your eyes,” he demanded in a quiet murmur.
    I did just that, listening as the heels walked past
without stopping or hesitating as they went. I sighed heavily under my breath,
finally looking back at Sal who grinned from his seat, thick cock seated in the
palm of his large hand that stroked up and down the hard length languidly.
    He made my body shiver just by looking back at me
through hooded eyes. Relaxed in his seat, feet braced to the floor and legs
spread, waiting, Sal was glorious. He didn’t seem the least bit fazed by the
attendant not far from our cubby, or the fact that the people in front of us
very well might have heard his sexy grunts as he fucked my mouth good and hard
like he wanted to. In fact, he was anything but … no nerves showing, no
hesitation in his actions as he caressed his own cock, waiting for me to make
the move we both knew I wanted.  
    Like sin in the flesh, that’s what he looked like.
    Devilish.
    Teasing.
    Immoral.
    Daring and wanton.
    Sitting with his jaw set hard, tilted up to stare me
down, he displayed a grin so wicked, urging me forward.
    I didn’t falter when I stood.

 
    Chapter
Eight
     
    I fumbled through my purse for a moment, smiling in
triumph when I found the item I had been searching for. Sal shot me a
questioning look when I turned and waved the square foil package in the air.
    “You mind?” I asked.
    Condoms were a hard limit for me. If they weren’t
used, I didn’t play… ever .
    “Not at all,” he replied quietly, hand stopping the
strokes to his shaft. “But, I am safe, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
    I shrugged, offering him an apologetic smile. “So am
I, and I’m also on the pill, but this is backup, and I don’t fuck without it.”
    Sal nodded, agreeing without any argument at all. “I
want to watch you put it on me, then.”
    Just like that, his voice had turned back to that
sexy drawl layered with the hint of his hometown accent. One hand held his
shirt up his stomach, exposing the hard rack of abs he sported, the muscles
clenching with every drop of his palm down that thick length my sex was begging
to have inside it.
    Watching him touch his own cock was mesmerizing. The
way he tensed on the decline, air rushing from his lips in a harsh exhale. How
his hand stopped short of the tip, a thumb rolling over the head of his cock so
swift and rough I wondered if the sharp movement gave