#SSceneC2017 Final 16 : Christine D’Abo vs Amelia James @christine_dabo @AJamesRomance

“You’re too…fucking good…at that.” Justin moaned loud. “You need to stop. I’m going to come.”Did he want to stop?

Nope.

He closed his eyes and doubled his efforts, sucking and teasing in a steadily increasing pace. Justin’s body shook beneath him, his muscles doing a silent dance of resistance. Justin’s hand continued to thread through his hair, stroking him, encouraging him on. Justin’s stomach muscles tightened, his breathing became labored as he drew closer to the edge of release.

“Finn – ” Justin choked back a noise that could have been a sob. “Finn.”

There was something so deeply emotion in that single syllable, Finn’s chest tightened as he was overcome with unexpected emotion. He sucked harder, needed to feel Justin’s final surrender. Needing to know that it was done by his hands.

“I’m…ah. Finn…”

The first spurts of come splashed across his tongue, drawing a moan of his own. Finn swallowed every bit he could, for once not minding the bitter taste. He pumped Justin’s cock until there was nothing else coming. Only then, did he pull back to look fully on the panting, sweaty mess that used to be Justin.

It was a glorious sight.

Finn needed to stretch out, his legs protesting from the awkward angle the worn mattress had forced his body. As pins and needles marched through his lower half, he focused his attention on Justin and how handsome he looked, the glow of orgasm still fresh on his skin.

When he finally opened his brown eyes, Finn saw for the first time a warmth that hadn’t been there before. “You’re far too good at that.”

“It helps to have someone you…you like.” He cupped Justin’s face as he leaned in and kissed him softly.

Justin took advantage and rolled them so he was now the one on top. “You’re turn.”

Instead of moving down for a blowjob, Justin reached for the lube and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. It took a second for Finn’s brain to catch up as to what Justin was doing. The next thing he knew, Justin opened the condom packet and rolled it onto Finn’s cock. “Don’t move.”

He straddled Finn and ever so slowly lowered himself down onto Finn’s shaft. It was far harder than he’d realized it would be not to move, to let Justin work his body down inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside him. Only then, once he’d taken a moment to adjust, did Justin smile and began to fuck himself on Finn.

Finn was somewhat certain that he was breathing, partially because he hadn’t passed out from lack of oxygen, but mostly because he was staring up at the stunning site of Justin writhing above him. This couldn’t be real, this slice of heaven. This amazing, intelligent man giving his body to Finn.

Justin’s body squeezed around Finn’s shaft, making all other thoughts flee from his mind. Justin might not have the body size that he did, but he was clearly a man who was used to taking control of the situation. With his gaze locked into Finn’s, Justin ground down, clenching hard before slowly pulling back up. Finn placed his hands on Justin’s hips, but more as a way to keep himself grounded.

Leaning forward, Justin smiled down at him, just far enough way that Finn couldn’t kiss him. “You didn’t expect this, did you?”

Finn shook his head, not sure he any longer had control over his voice.

“You want me to talk dirty to you. Want to see if I can make you come with my voice as much as I know I can make you come with my body?”

Finn groaned, nodding.

Justin leaned down, his lips pressed against Finn’s ear. The angle was awkward, and his cock was dangerously close to slipping out. He swirled his tongue around the rim of his ear, before his hot words spilled over Finn.

“I saw you in the ring, your shirt was off and you were covered in sweat. I wanted to get in there and lick your skin. I wanted to know what you tasted like. I wanted to feel you pound into my body. My cock trapped between us. I wanted you to jerk me off while you fucked my ass, then lick the come from my skin.”

“Jesus.” Finn growled before using his momentum to flip them both around. “Fuck.”

He couldn’t hold back. Gone was the quite reservation that ruled his life and in its place, an explosion on uncontrolled need. He closed his eyes and fucked into Justin, reaching between them to grab hold of his cock. He jerked his shaft in time with his thrusts until his orgasm ripped through his body.

The sudden strength that had claimed him only moments ago, vanished, leaving Finn an exhausted, panting mess. He lifted his head and looked into Justin’s smirking face. “You suck.”

Then, the most magical thing in the world happened – Justin laughed.

“Fuck me like I deserve it.”He reached for the doorknob and locked it.

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down on mine, then bit his lip as I dragged him toward the shower, fumbling with his belt and managing to get his jeans unzipped.

He yanked my football jersey over my head and shoved my jeans to my ankles, stripping me in a matter of seconds. I turned, trying to bend over the tub to give him my naked ass, but he tripped me and guided me to the floor.

I landed facedown, my hot nipples smashed against the cold tile.

He dropped to his knees and trapped my thighs between his. “Fuck you like you deserve it, huh, slut? This fancy bathroom’s too good for you, so I’m gonna fuck you on the floor.” He slammed easily between my sweat-coated thighs. “And you’re gonna like it.”

He grabbed my wrists and twisted my arms behind my back, seizing a fistful of my hair to yank my head back—holding me immobile while he punished my pussy. I’d initiated this, but somehow he’d taken over. He fucked me on the cold, unforgiving bathroom tile as if I were some cheap whore spreading her legs for any man with a dollar.

I deserved it. I wanted it. And that’s why I needed him.

My shoulders ached and my scalp stung, but Alex pounded my greedy pussy without mercy. I tried to slam my ass back against him, but I couldn’t even lift my head to look in the mirror. Instead, I watched our reflection in the shower door. I saw my nipples brush the tile, my breasts bouncing every time he slammed into me. My hair flew wild around my face, and I gasped, my mouth falling open when he thrust deep.

His body, his powerful thighs, strained while he pumped. The muscles in his arms flexed and hardened like steel as he adjusted his grip on my wrists and hair. Sweat trickled down his tight abs, dripping onto my ass.

I watched his face. I’d never done that before.

His eyes squeezed closed and he gnawed his bottom lip, groaning as his cock drove into me. He looked almost sad when he pulled out, but pleasure and satisfaction returned to his face when he took me again. A snarling, victorious smile twisted his lips, and I caught him watching me, his gaze burning into mine. I wanted to hide my face, but his grip on me made that impossible, and he laughed.

A tight ache built in my pussy, squeezing his cock and refusing to let go. I needed release, but didn’t want it yet. He held me captive with his legs, tormenting me with his cock. “More… please. Don’t let go.”

“You’re mine, baby. Will can fuck you. I can fuck you. No one else.”

My heart fluttered and my clit tingled. My men could have me whenever and however they wanted me.

Alex pulled my hair tighter, lifting my head and forcing my eyes to meet his. “But I can fuck any woman I want.”

“Bastard!” I gathered my strength and slammed my ass into him, trying to knock him off, but he landed on his knees and sank deeper into my hot pussy, laughing while he fucked me harder.

Damn it. Why did he have to piss me off? Why did he have to hurt me? “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“We’re done. Get off.”

“You first.”

What? How can I—?

Alex thrust into me hard, pulled out slow, and slammed back in again at a sharp angle.

Oh God, he’s going to make me come whether I want to or not. I wrestled my arms free and pushed my body up, but he fell on top of me, squashing my hot naked breasts on the cold floor. The shock sent sizzling chills down my spine, triggering the release I fought to contain. Explosive waves ripped me apart, and I slammed my fist against the hard tile. “No, no, no!”