Fast forward to 8:55, watch his ass CUMback at 9:00, you're welcome ;)
1968
The CUMback Special ;)
Warnings: Language,
Oral sex (male receiving), normal sex
It was a hot summer, and an even hotter summer in Burbank, California.
Sitting outside of NBC Studios, Y/N stood in the beaming sun, her eyes closed behind her sunglasses. As she savored the scorching heat upon her skin, she made her way towards the entrance door that lead her to the dressing rooms.
"On stage in five minutes."
Y/N was guided towards Elvis's dress room by Jerry Schilling as they announced this. Jerry pushed the door opened, and Y/N stepped inside. Just before her, Elvis stood, adjusting the waist of his leather jumpsuit.
"God damn, this thing is real tight." He said, parting his thighs. Everyone inside of the room began to laugh.
"Is it getting hot in here?" He asked as they finished his hair. Y/N couldn't stop staring, especially at how tight the leather stuck to his body. She immediately crossed her arms over her chest.
"Three minutes, EP."
Elvis walked towards Y/N and grabbed her face. "I love you, honey."
"I love you." Y/N whispered. Elvis followed the others out of the dressing room, and she followed behind with Jerry and the others as they made their way towards the audience. Music played dully as Elvis made his way towards the small, square stage in the center of the audience.
Y/N watched, biting her lip as she watched the man grab his guitar from the man on the side.
As he began to sing Heartbreak Hotel, the crowd began to cheer. The way he moved and grasped the mic slowly, caused a heat to spread through the space between Y/N's thighs as she watched him move. His low, rumbling voice sent her rocking on her heels, trying to steady her breathing.
The more he moved and danced on the small stage, the more the friction from the suit caught her attention. Y/N watched as he inched towards finishing Hound Dog, tugging at the leather near his waist.
The soft moan that left the man's mouth at the end of the song made Y/N weak in the knees. Pressing her thighs together firmly, she sat down in the seat behind her, crossing her legs.
Later into filming for the special, they called for an hour break before the sit-down performance. Y/N had already been waiting in the dressing room when he walked in.
"God damn," Elvis released a puff of air from his lips as he reached for a towel. Patting his sweaty face dry, Y/N felt her cheeks burn as he shook his head.
"I've got a problem, baby." Elvis said to her.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
He walked towards her. "This suit. . ."
Elvis grabbed her hand and pulled it towards him, before pressing it over the slight bulge. Her cheeks turned a bright red as she realized.
"I thought I heard you moan," Y/N said quietly.
"It's the damn friction. It's too much." He said as he began to unbutton the leather pants.
Y/N stepped forward. "W—What do you want me to do?"
Elvis shook his head. "It's got me ready for your mouth around me, honey. That's what I want you to do."
The woman gasped as Elvis grabbed her hips and pulled her flush towards him. His hand skimmed over her thigh, disappearing beneath her skirt.
"I'll get to you after." He said, tugging the pants open. Elvis grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the nearest chair, where he sat down. Y/N stood there, watching as he took his erected length into his hand.
"God damn, this suit." He sighed. "Y/N, honey, I need you."
Stepping forward, the woman sank to the floor, onto her knees. Elvis leaned back against the chair as she pressed her hand to his thigh.
He watched her intently, her large (your eye color) eyes never leaving his as she took him into her mouth slowly. Elvis closed his eyes for a brief second, sighing as he eased in her mouth.
Slowly working him, she puckered her lips around him as she sucked, slipping her hand up and down his shaft as he bucked his hips upward. Elvis moaned, slipping his hands through her hair. The more she took him, he began to tug gently at her roots.
"Right there, baby." Elvis was throbbing now. He squeezed his eyes shut, laying back against the chair. "That's my good girl."
Y/N looked up at him, humming purposely. The vibrations caused Elvis to twitch, and he grunted as he pressed into the back of her throat. Y/N's hand curled around his thigh, grasping it through the leather.
"God damn." He breathed. He throbbed and throbbed with each pull and blow, working him faster and faster until he began to build towards his climax.
He waited at the last minute before pulling her away, standing her to her feet. "Come here."
Elvis grabbed Y/N's waist and pulled her forward. As his hands slipped beneath her skirt, he tugged her stockings down her thighs before pulling her on top of his lap. As Y/N settled on top of him, Elvis pressed himself directly into her entrance, lifting his hips.
Y/N lurched forward, her hand gripping his shoulder as she moaned. Elvis grunted as he shoved farther inside of her, easing his throbbing erection.
Y/N watched him as she moved her hips back and forth, rolling against him as Elvis held her hips. The man kissed her neck as she lifted her hips and sank back down, creating a tingling sensation between his legs.
"That's my good girl, you take me inside of you so good." He breathed in her ear as he lifted her. She winced as he slammed back into her, her arm winding around his neck. The beads of sweat on his skin glistened beneath the lights inside of the dressing room, beginning to form on Y/N's skin.
"Elvis, please. . ." She begged. Elvis placed his hand on her thigh, squeezing it hard before sliding it beneath her hitched skirt. He grasped her behind and squeezed, listening to another string of moans leave her lips.
Y/N arched her spine and leaned back, lifting her hips higher. As he pressed into her most sensitive spot, a wicked flash of pleasure crossed over her features.
Elvis could feel her walls tighten around him, and he moaned. "I'm gonna come."
Y/N moved faster, bouncing and rocking as he began rigid. Elvis grabbed her face, moaning as he released. A warmth spread through the pit of Y/N's stomach as she sat there, her forehead pressed to his.
"Hot damn, you're somethin' else, Y/N." He said as he kissed her softly.
"I better be, since your own suit made you come before I could."
Elvis barked a laugh as he stood to his feet, holding her in his arms.
