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“This is not exactly what I expected when you said you had a problem,” you rest your head on your fist, turning left and right.
“What did you have in mind?” Rooster lets out a painful groan.
“Well,” you approach carefully, almost like he’s a feral cat, “for one I thought you’d have clothes on.”
He groans, covering his eyes with his left hand, “this is so fucking embarrassing.”
“Heh,” you chuckle, “yeah it is. But it’s okay Roo, I don’t judge. I'm just wondering why you didn’t call one of the guys?”
“This was all Hangman’s idea,” he lets out a gasp when you move it left and right, “I’d never fucking hear the end of it.”
“You really believe I’m not going to mention this again?” He opens his eyes giving you his best glare before looking back down and grimacing.
“It says on the package, that this doesn’t happen. That the…suction…is part of the,” he groans looking back at the sky when you give it a tug.
“Pleasure?” you ask, smiling, “experience?” He ignores you, closing his eyes as you tug it up and down.
“Fuck,” he groans, and your hand freezes.
“Did that hurt?”
“No…” he whispers, breathing through his nose.
“Oh,” his eyes open and he goes to apologize when you lean across and kiss him, your hand squeezing the device and pumping it. He chase your lips when you pull away, a tiny whimper following, “I think I know how to get this thing off.”
“How? I-I don’t want to make you do anything you're not comfortable with.”
“I just kissed you Bradshaw, I hoped that would be an indication of my feelings on the matter.”
“Yeah,” he smiles, “that was really nice.”
“Yeah?” you grin, “well to get this off I’m gonna have to use my mouth a lot more.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m going to make you cum, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” he visibly swallows, nodding along. You lean closer, whispering in his ear and licking it playfully, “and when this thing is so wet and sticky from that cum, it will just slide right off.”
“Yeah,” he moans, reaching a hand out to touch your breast, his skilled finger pinching your nipple.
“Yeah,” you whine, “and then you’ll be a mess baby, and someone will need to clean you all up.”
“Who’s gonna do that?” he leans his head back on the couch.
“I’ll give you three guesses,” you kiss down his chest, his hands tangling in your hair.
“Hmm,” he watches, “I think I can get it in one.”
“So cocky,” you tease, spitting at the end of his cock that sticks out. The spit sliding down between the rubber and his dick.
“That’s why they call me Rooster, baby. That and I have a big cock.”
“Hmm, you show your cock to all the boys at flight school? Ballsy move.” He goes to protest when you suck his balls in your mouth silencing him, and you let off with a pop, “What was that?”
“Come on baby,” he groans, “don’t torture me like this.”
“I think you’re the one who tortured yourself,” you oblige, licking and sucking any part of him you can get, all the while pumping his cock up and down. “But I think you learned your lesson, next time you wanna get off, call me.”
He trembles as he gets closer and closer, spurring you on. “Come on Rooster,” you urge, pumping and sucking him harder, “I wanna see that big cock you’re named for.”
“I’m gonna show you,” he moans, “fuck baby, I want to feel you all around me. I wanna be inside you, fucking you full of my cum.”
His words are filthy but you love that shit, your hand reaching down into your soft shorts and rubbing your clit. He notices, his eyes focused on the way you’re rubbing yourself, getting off on his words.
“Oh, you like that baby? Like it when I tell you all the dirty fantasies I’ve had about you? I want to taste you, sweet girl, I want your pussy all in my mustache, so I can smell you for days. I can make you squirt, I’ve done it before.”
You squeeze his cock tightly and he shouts, before letting out a laugh, “okay baby, my girls got a little of a jealous streak.”
“You listen here Bradshaw,” you sit up, pulling your fingers from your pussy and putting them in his mouth. His eyes close as he sucks and licks them clean, following them as you pull away.
His eyes widen and he has a line of drool running down his chin when you press his cock between your breasts. “I’m the only pussy you’re gonna be talking about from here on forward. I’m the one you call when you need to get off, and I’ll be the only one you take to bed and make squirt. Understood?”
His hips rise and he thrusts between your breasts, “crystal clear, baby.” He moves quickly and you rub his balls and lick every inch that is exposed before he shoves it back inside. “Fuck,” he groans, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Then fucking do it, Bradshaw.” He cums with a roar, the device popping off with the power of his orgasm, spraying you in the face with cum. You lick every drop you can get before sucking his cock clean.
“Jesus Christ,” he smiles down at you.
“I made you cum so hard, you forgot my name?” you tease and he lets out a laugh before pulling you into his chest.
“Smart ass,” he kisses you softly, a smile spread across your face.
“It’s better than a dumb ass,” you stand, holding out a hand for him, “now let’s take a shower, I feel sticky.” He takes your hand rising and pulling you in for a hard kiss, taking your breath away.
“How about a bath?” he runs his nose down your cheek, pressing soft kisses. “I can get you all wet and soapy, keep my girl clean and happy.”
“Hmm,” you pretend to think for a moment, “I was promised squirting.”
“I’m a man of many talents baby,” he leans down, lifting you up in his arms, “ can make you cum in the shower, bathtub, counter, the bed….” he keeps kissing you and naming all the places, and ways he wants to fuck you. It might not have been what you were expecting when he called for help but it sure turned out perfect.