Sex Scene Championship Round 29 : Kimber Vale ( @KimberVale) vs Vanessa North( @vanessanwrites)

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Execerpt One –

Kimber Vale –  Hard Act to Follow ©

“Leave ’em on.” Reaching around the back, Greg yanked the thong to the side, scooted forward, and lined Kyrie’s hole up with his dick.

Kyrie hadn’t gotten a chance to warm up, but managed to expel a deep breath and bear down as Greg impaled him in one swift motion. He grunted, grabbed Greg’s face between both hands, and planted his ass against his jean-covered legs. “Slow for a sec.”

Their mouths meshed, open and wet, as Kyrie began to raise and lower himself on Greg’s cock. He willed his muscles to relax until the burn became a pulsing need behind his balls. Greg’s zipper rasped against the back of Kyrie’s thigh, but the quick stab only reminded him that Greg was fucking him completely clothed but for his pecker pulled out of his fly. Something about it was deliciously dirty, matching the way his outfit made him feel. “Yeah. Now fuck me hard.” Holding his body up so Greg could pound into him, Kyrie leaned back and grabbed his heels, partly because he could, and partly because it felt like letting go. Greg’s hands, rock steady, held his hips. Closing his eyes, it was as if Kyrie was free falling while every second down added pleasure on top of pleasure. Building and burning, spinning him into oblivion. Greg’s cockhead hammered his gland perfectly at this angle. It dominated every nerve in his body until he could barely breathe.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” Greg panted, pumping hard.

The liquid hot friction consumed Kyrie, beating a pulse in his bound dick. Electric shocks of need, hungry and insistent, pierced through him each time Greg seemed to kiss his very core. Greg anchored him with one hand and cupped Kyrie’s cock with the other, tugging roughly over the silk in time with his thrusts, tempting him over the crest.

“So good, so good.” Kyrie gasped as Greg took him unbelievable higher. “Wanna come so hard, Greg. Oh. Fuck…”

Greg froze for a heartbeat. Kyrie opened his eyes and then Greg was hauling him up, flipping him face down on the couch. Within seconds Greg’s naked chest covered his back as his lips pulled the skin behind Kyrie’s ear, plucked at his neck while warm breath called out goose bumps over every inch of Kyrie’s body. Hands skimmed up and down Kyrie’s flank, over his back and down to his cheeks. Kyrie wriggled against him, offered his ass up to the hard nudge of cock behind him. Greg had kicked his pants off, apparently, because furry thighs tickled Kyrie’s legs and ass.

And then Greg pulled the thong out of the way and sank back into him. As one, they let out a sigh. Like a conductor orchestrating a piece from one of the masters, Greg built it up slowly, sensuously, stroking him from inside and out with tender skill. He enveloped Kyrie with his body, wrapped him in warm skin, linked one of their hands together as his other skimmed down Kyrie’s belly and found his silk-covered cock once again.

“Oh, God.” Kyrie groaned, his teeth clamping on his own shaking arm. “Oh, God,” he repeated. He was reduced to a puddle of tremors and firing synapses, each movement Greg made behind him sending a wash of shivers cascading down his body.

“Fuck, Kyr,” Greg whispered behind him, tugging on his dick in time with his moving hips.

Kyrie couldn’t even speak anymore. A guttural moan tore from him as tears filled his eyes.

“Do it. Squeeze me with that ass. Come on.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Kyrie managed to pant the words in time with Greg’s humping. He couldn’t stop shaking; he was so close to letting go. So fucking close. Still he bit his lower lip hard, pushing it off for just one more thrust, and then just one more, loving the edge and wishing he could ride it forever.

“All mine. Give it to me ’cause it’s all mine.” Greg stroked into him deeply, rolling his hips against Kyrie’s backside and reaching under his balls all at once. Kyrie lost his tenuous grip on control. All yours, Greg.

His eyes rolled back in his head under closed lids as the orgasm racked his body. He shot in time with Greg’s pulsing movement, stream after stream controlled by Greg alone until he thought his balls might turn inside out and the silk pouch of his fancy underwear was heavy and wet against his spent dick.

“That’s right.” Greg grunted as he slid home once, twice, and then a final time before his body dissolved in jerks and quivers against Kyrie’s back.

His voice sounds so good. I can just picture him sitting in a hotel room. I bet he stays at one of those fancy places with modern furniture and gleaming white linens.

I wish I was with him.

“I miss you,” I blurt out.

“I miss you too.” He sighs. “My meetings will all be over by tomorrow afternoon, but I planned to stay through the weekend and do some sightseeing. Right now the only sight I want to see is you.”

“We barely know each other; I don’t get it. You make me want things I’m not used to wanting.”

There’s a long silence while we both mull that over.

“Hey, Ben.”

“Yeah?”

“Speaking of wanting, are you in bed?”

Whoa. Is he really . . .?

“On the couch.”

“Take out your dick.” Oh, he’s definitely . . .

In my rush to comply, I fumble with the button on my shorts and it takes an extraordinarily long time to get my cock out. Of course, he gets the wrong idea and thinks I’m hesitating.

“Ben? Is this okay?”

“Oh, yeah.” I slide my hand up and down my shaft and it’s beyond okay.

“I’m lying alone on this big hotel bed, thinking of all the things I’d do if you were with me. Do you like getting rimmed?”

“Ohmygod.” I bite back a moan.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckles, and that sound ohmygodandholyfuck goes straight to my dick. “I’d spread you out on the bed and eat your ass like there’s no tomorrow. Then I’d lick your balls and rub your taint and make sure there was no part of you that didn’t feel worshipped. Put the phone on speaker and grab your balls with your other hand.”

God, I want everything he’s describing. I can imagine every lick, suck, and rub. I feel like my whole body has caught fire. Shuddering, I put the phone on speaker and set it aside, reaching deep into my shorts to caress my balls.

“Are you stroking your dick for me?” he asks.

“Unh.” I half whimper, half groan into the phone.

“That’s right, give me your noises. After I’ve rimmed you senseless, I’m gonna ride your cock while you jerk me off. You’ve got such an amazing cock, Ben. It’s going to feel so good inside me. You’re going to stretch me so good.” He whimpers, a totally porny-sexy whimper, and I can almost feel him clenching around me. All of a sudden my orgasm is right within reach.

I slow my strokes, trying to hold it back. “I want to come.”

He chuckles again, but it turns into a groan, a long stuttering one. “Fuck, baby. I just did. Came all over myself. Just you saying that and . . .” He groans again, the sound guttural and hot. “C’mon Ben, stroke yourself off for me. You turn me on so much. I want to hear it.”

His dirty talk makes me speed up my hand on my cock, and the rush of the orgasm gathers in my balls and shoots up my spine. When he describes the noises I make when I come, I explode, cum splattering all over my chest as I shout something incoherent into my empty living room.

“That sounded so hot, Ben. God, I bet it was gorgeous. I bet you’re lying there with your hand still on your dick, looking all sexy and dirty, covered in your cum. If I were there, I’d lick every drop of it off your skin and kiss it into your mouth so you could taste it.”

“Cum kink?” I laugh weakly, but yeah, I’m just like he said, all dirty. I don’t even move to wipe it up because he likes me that way.

“Mmmm. Sometimes. With you? Definitely. You make me crazy.”

“I think you make me crazy too,” I confess around a yawn.

“Tuesday is a long way away, will you call me again tomorrow night?”