Side Effects

Chapter 15

Alaya and I seem to have a hard time sticking to our plans. I seemed to recall saying I was going to pin her to the wall of the shower, and yet here she was doing that to me. No, it wasn't something I couldn't escape if I wanted to, but why on earth would I want to? I was leaning back against the tile wall, looking down at this girl who must be half angel and half sex demon, as she delightedly took my cock into her mouth, over and over again.

Her left hand was moving up my body, nails teasing my chest, and leaving trails of slightly raised flesh as she drew them down along my belly. Her right hand was gently fondling my balls, adding the occasional squeeze to make me gasp. And her mouth? Oh lord that mouth. She trapped the head of my cock, twirling her tongue around the tip and driving me insane before engulfing me, taking most of my length into her throat while humming a tune that seemed to reverberate through my body. And the entire time, she was looking me in the eyes with her dark orbs seeming to demand me to let her taste me.

It was a futile effort for me to try and prolong the pleasure. She'd already brought me close when she was using her soaped up hands on me, and her mouth was so much better that I could feel the pressure building in my belly before she'd been sucking me off for even a minute. I could hear her humming faster as her mouth began to pump me. Her hands switched positions, with her left hand moving to my balls, and her right gripping the base of my shaft and pumping in sync with her mouth.

"Alaya!" I moaned out quickly. "Oh, fuck! Oh Alaya! Don't stop baby! I'm so close!"

My hips were bucking uncontrollably, and she started to concentrate on my sensitive tip while her hands kept up their attack on my quivering flesh. Moments later, my body seized up as I let out a guttural moan of happiness, my cock pulsing as I released a stream of my fluids into Alaya's throat. I could feel her greedily sucking, making my cock shoot over and over with the added stimulation of her suction. She was giggling as she swallowed me, like I'd given her a treat. And perhaps I had. Lord knows I'd felt like I had a treat when I'd tasted her the first time, so maybe she was in the same boat.

She had her hands working on my shaft when I'd finally slumped back against the wall, squeezing every last drop of my cum from me and eagerly lapping it from the tip whenever she got another little bead to appear. At last, she stood, pressing her body against mine, and pulling my face down for a kiss. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue, but it didn't bother me. With what she'd done for me, why would I ever complain?

"Eres dulce, papi," she murmured into my mouth.

I pulled her into an embrace, my hands on her ass as I crushed her to me, my lips next to her ear as I sucked on the lobe. "If you make a spitting cobra joke right now, you're in big trouble!"

She couldn't help but laugh, her body vibrating in my arms as she slapped my arm. "I wasn't going to! But I might next time, thanks for the suggestion!"

I slowly turned around, pressing her into the tile. "I think I might have to return the favor."

"Si, papi," she whispered softly. "I think I deserve that!"

I kissed my way slowly down her body, pausing to suckle at each breast for a moment, and then again when I couldn't help but tug lightly on the belly ring, then sank to my knees before her. I lifted one leg at a time over my shoulder, so that she had plenty of support while leaning back against the wall, and her delicious center was right in my face. That was right where I needed it, as I happily dove in, letting my tongue explore her inside and out. I loved to suck on her lips before sliding my tongue within her, then moving up to her clit to leave her breathless for a few swipes of the tongue. I didn't stay in any one place, because my main concern was keeping her excited and slowly build to an orgasm that would leave her limp and ready for a good night's sleep.