#SSceneC2017 : Noell Mosco vs TL Watson @noellcakes @authortaraw

“Hey,” I said as I nudged Avis with my elbow. His arms were lazily wrapped around me in my bed as we laid on our sides, mimicking big spoon and little spoon. “Hey,” I said again when he made no movement.

“Hmm?” he responded through his sleep.

“Wake up,” I whispered. I turned in his hold so I could face him and see his sleepiness. For a second, I let the moment of his arms still around me, my naked breasts pressed into his chest, and my legs tangled with his wash over me. “Avis, wake up. I have to get ready for work.”

His dark eyes fluttered open, an insane level of happiness sparking there as he looked at me. “Good morning, Miel.” Our faces shared the same pillow and this closeness was new for me. Having a man sleep in my bed was new for me.

“Good morning,” I returned. He kissed me, no hesitation in his movements, as if kissing me was as natural as breathing. His hands pulled me closer, his body noticing our nakedness. I felt the length of his cock harden, almost causing my mouth to salivate in anticipation.

“How much time do I have to fuck you before you absolutely have to get out of this bed?” he asked as he turned his kiss toward my neck. My head hung back, giving him the access he desired. His lips smothered the sensitive spot near my ear and I reached for him, my hands finding their destination with ease since the target was hard to miss. “Tell me I have hours, Miel. Tell me I can fuck you for hours.”

His words were dirty and my pussy responded. Avis steered his mouth downward, stopping at my breasts. I lost my grip around his cock as he moved south, pulled out of my reach, but my body didn’t mind, especially as he pulled one of my nipples between his teeth and licked it.

I arched to him, my senses on overload. He held my breast in place to his mouth while he tweaked my other nipple with his free hand. With nothing else to grab, my hands found themselves gripping the sheet, holding on for dear life as this man sent me flying so close to the fucking edge of pure bliss.

“You can’t fuck me for hours. I have to be in the office at eight,” I finally told him.

He released the nipple he’d been pinching between his thumb and forefinger, only neglecting it for a second before his mouth took over. The change in sensation made me moan his name as my back arched for him again. I released the sheet and grabbed handfuls of his hair, surely causing pain to his scalp but it didn’t appear as he cared. Avis lightly brought his hand between my legs to find me wet for him before he sank a finger into my pussy.

“Ah,” I released, the sensations nearly overwhelming. His finger probed me until a second joined in. “Yes, fuck me for hours. Fuck. I want your cock for hours. Don’t stop.”

Avis slid down my body more; his face was so close to my pussy and my clit begged for attention. He changed his angle and position of his hand so that he could still pleasure me with it, but he leaned in and licked me. Hot fuck. This man. The edge was so close. My eyes clamped shut in sheer pleasure as my shoulders writhed on the mattress, squirming in undulating movements. Fucking fuck.

He stopped everything for a second. “What about work, Miel?” As soon as the question left his lips, his tongue plunged into my pussy and I quaked with pleasure.

I screamed out; his tongue inside of me was too much and he knew it. He withdrew, pulling a whimper from me. He stood up from the bed, carefully and gingerly stepping on his left foot. He reached for a bottle of water that set on the nearby nightstand and took a swig of it.

“What are you doing?” I asked him. My poor body heaved in desire, trembled in frustration. I raked my eyes over his naked body as he stood near the bed. Avis had a great body with a very realistic four-pack in his abs, a nicely defined chest, impressive biceps…my mind wandered to his workout regime, until all my energy focused on his big, hard cock.

“Giving you a minute to calm down,” he said with a wink. He absentmindedly reached for his hardness and stroked it. My eyes widened as I watched him, then he reached into the drawer of the nightstand to fish out a condom, picked up my phone and tossed it to me, and rejoined me on the bed. “Call work. Tell them you won’t be there today. Tell them that your boyfriend will be fucking you all day. You might even have to take tomorrow off, too. You probably won’t be able to walk.”

I froze as I reached for my phone. Did he just—“Boyfriend?”

He offered me a shrug. “I’d like to be your boyfriend. I know we haven’t talked about it, but yeah, I’m in. Unless you don’t want that.”

“That’s not something I’ve had the chance to think about,” I answered honestly. He tossed a look in my direction.

“Come on, Caroline,” he said. My name sounded like pure sex on his lips. “You seriously haven’t thought about it? You had to know we’d get there someday, right?”

“We’ve only had two dates,” I said. Why was I coming up with reasons to say no?

“Miel,” he replied. One word. That nickname for me. An entire sentence. “That’s a bullshit excuse.”

He was right, so right. Boyfriend, huh? I nodded. “Okay. Boyfriend. Let’s try this.”

He smiled, but then the light changed behind his eyes. “Great. Now, I’m giving you exactly thirty seconds to call work,” he said as he ripped open the condom. “After those thirty seconds, I’m going to start fucking my girlfriend and you’ll probably want to be off the phone when that happens.”

Fumbling with my phone, I managed to draft a text message to Shar. I really didn’t have to report to anyone about “calling out” per se, but I wanted to extend the courtesy to her. I hadn’t taken a day off in a long time, so I deserved this.

But, let it be known, it was distracting as hell to type up a text message while Avis lay beside me on the bed, on his back, naked as the day he was born, while he rolled a condom onto his hard, saluting cock.

“Times up, Miel,” he said as he rolled on top of me, plastering a kiss to my lips that stole my breath. I laughed, no other choice really.

“Wait, I still have to hit send,” I continued to laugh, my arms wrapped around his neck in a wide loop so I could still see the face of my phone.

“Ten seconds, Caroline, ten seconds. Then I’m fucking you,” Avis threatened me with the sweetest words I could imagine.

“Remember when I told you I wasn’t going to be your toy?” she asked.

“Yeah.” It came out a dry croak. After her earlier comments about making him squirm and moan it might kill him, but he’d go.

“I have a better idea.” She nipped his earlobe, not raising her sultry words above whisper. “Stay. And you be my toy.”

Before his knees actually hit the floor, he drove forward, cupping her ass, pressing his rock hard dick against her, and walked them back until she hit the bed. When he tried to push her onto it, she turned them around and shoved him to sitting position then reached to loosen his tie. Once freed from his neck, she wrapped it around her fist and met his eyes.

His heart screamed in his chest, beat so damn hard it was all he could hear. Was she asking what he thought?

She twined the other end around her free hand and stretched it taut, arching a perfectly sculpted brow so slightly he might have imagined. But he hadn’t.

“Take off your shirt.”

If he could have ripped it off, he would have. Instead he pulled at the buttons hard and fast until the shirt was gone. He had no idea where, nor did he care. She straddled his lap, bit his shoulder. Reached her hands over his head and dragged the silk tie down his back, tugging him forward when she hit the top of his pants.

Sweet motherfucker. She wasn’t asking at all. She was demanding.

His hands were behind his back before he knew how they got there. Her lips were on his neck, his chin, one shoulder then the other. Gyrating hips bounced against his cock, which was doing its damnedest to rip through his pants.

Soft hands wrapped cool material around his wrists, yanking on the knot she’d tied.

“Yes?”

“Y-yes. Fuck yes.” He tilted up to meet her downward thrust. “My pants.”

“What about them?” The innocence she managed only made him harder. “Do you want them off?”

He nodded. Or hoped he had.

“Why?” She put her nose against his and breathed the word into his mouth. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

If he’d been twenty, he’d have come right then. Hell, maybe if he’d been thirty.

“Put that pretty mouth over my cock and take it so deep your eyes water.”

Something flickered inside those eyes. Something hot and feral, and the tiniest bit vulnerable. Shit, if dirty talk was her thing, too, he was done. Gone. Head over heels in lust.

As quickly as it had come, the look reverted back to the imp she’d been portraying.

“Mine, remember?” She lifted his bound hands and let them drop onto his back. “But I’m willing to compromise.”

She slid off his lap, to her knees, and looked up, a wicked half smile tainting an otherwise angelic face. Her thumbs ran up and down the length of him, through his pants. He wanted to be free. Feel those fingers skin on skin. He made some guttural noise, and she moaned.

Then she leaned forward and licked him, straight up the zipper, never taking her eyes off his face. It was like nothing he’d ever felt, the tingling racing around his stomach, the dull thrumming ache in his already heavy balls. While still in his pants for Christ’s sake.

She licked again, closing her lips around the head and forcing a hot breath over it. Her mouth squeezed and his balls tightened.

“My God.” He arched.

“I thought you were going to prove to me what a stud you were.” Her teeth nipped the tip of his cock and he shot up straight. “No coming. Not for a long, long while.”

“Fuck.” There were no other coherent words in his brain. All his blood was below. Every sensitive drop.

“But I do wonder if we can get you so worked up the wet spot will seep all the way through.” With that, she went back to work—with thumbs and mouth. Stroking and sucking, nipping and squeezing.

He gritted his teeth and prayed. Actually prayed. And when she finally popped open his button, slid down his zipper and that hot breath hit the next layer of clothes—which was drenched with pre-come—his head dropped back and he whimpered.

“If I take them off, will you be a good boy?”