Four by Flash #2

I’ve decided to keep sharing my flash fiction stories. Below is a het story, explicit oral sex scene. Proceed at your own discretion.

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Vince leaned against the wall of the club, watching. She was pressing her body against some idiot, a guy who was a fool if he thought he’d end up taking her home. Vince knew this was her way of playing cute, of making him think he’d have to work for her. She wanted to feel like he’d come crawling for her. But he knew her better than she knew herself, knew that all he had to do was insist and she’d be his.

Tired of the game, he downed the last of his drink, whiskey that burned but not hot enough. His eyes flashed and he leveled a look at her, hooked a finger in the air, insisting now. Without hesitation, Becca came to him.

Without warning, Vince walked away, towards the single stall bathroom with a locking door. He slipped inside and waited, Becca following within seconds. In a rush, she moved to him, slid her hands up his neck and into his hair, tugged him down for a kiss. He gave in, but only just, and then pushed her away.

“On your knees,” he muttered, voice like gravel.

Becca moaned and dropped instantly, hands fumbling eagerly at Vince’s belt, tugging his tight jeans down until just enough of his flesh was exposed. She knew better than to try to undress him completely. He saw her spread her legs farther open on the filthy bathroom floor, and he felt himself surge in response to the gritty defilement of something so beautiful.

He was leaking already, his head glistening, cock rock hard as she tugged him free of his clothes. Even with the whiskey in his veins, he wouldn’t last long tonight. It had been too long, she was too much. Becca opened her mouth and swallowed him down. He hissed, dropping his head against the wall, and his hips stuttered forward. He dropped a hand to fist in her hair.

Becca was very good at this, and they’d played this game maybe a hundred times before, and before long, the precome was leaking out of him so heavily that it slithered out of the corners of her mouth, mixed with her saliva. She took him as deeply as she could, his head pressing against the firm, soft, unforgiving back of her throat, and then he felt her swallowing, muscles contracting around him.

It wouldn’t be long now, he knew, and he struggled to straighten himself a little, to look down and watch. Her lips, pink and wet and a little swollen, were stretched around his length, and he could see little flashes of tongue as she worked to draw it out of him, vibrations along his shaft while she moaned in submissive pleasure. Within seconds, he was coming, in hot, thick ropes surging down her throat, and she gulped greedily, unwilling to waste a drop.

When she’d swallowed it all, she stood and rubbed her crotch against his thigh, wanton. He only laughed and rewarded her with a kiss.

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