Fair

"Does that sound fair?" he asked with the look of a puppy dog pleading for a treat.

I reached down between us and grasped his erection.

"Fair."

With an animal growl, Connor rolled me onto my back and penetrated me with his fingers.

I threw back my head and moaned as he deftly slid his hand in and out of my lubricated slit. So good... So strong... His body pressed down on top of mine and he whispered in my ear:

"Imagine this is my cock inside of you right now. Imagine that I'm fucking you, just like you've always wanted."

This time I let out an animalistic growl as I pushed Connor off of me and onto his back. I climbed onto him, straddling his hips, pressing my sex to the base of his cock.

"Holy shit, Ria!" Connor groaned as he shoved his fingers back inside me.

I moaned and trembled. My hand started pumping his shaft with reckless abandon. I rocked my hips, riding his fingers, as I jerked him off.

We were in no mood to take our time. It was a mad dash for the finish line, grinding and groaning and thrusting against each other's hands. I moaned uncontrollably, louder and louder, and the sexy sound of my voice pushed Connor right to the brink—

"Fuck!" he cried out. His cock detonated in my hand, coating it with cum. A few ropes burst from the tip and splashed the undersides of my breasts, dripping down onto my stomach.

I screamed—as always—my body shaking and my world spinning as wave after wave of pleasure came dashing down.

When our orgasms subsided, I sat there on Connor's lap, panting, my hand and lower body covered in his seed. He was gazing up at me with wide, wondrous eyes. I gazed back, smiling. I shivered as he pulled his fingers from me then I collapsed onto his chest.

"Thank you, Conner" I said.

"Hey, don't thank me. That was awesome!" I gave him a soft peck on the lips. "Jesus, Ria, you were so sexy. I mean, look at me!"

We both looked down at our bodies, covered in the evidence of our adventures.

"Stay right here, mi amor," I told him. I grabbed two towels from the bathroom and tossed Connor one. We both did the best we could to wipe up the sticky mess.

"I better get dressed," Connor said after a moment.

"Don't you want to help me wash myself off?" I asked him. "It only seems right after the mess you made."

Connor chuckled a nervous chuckle. "I think you had a hand in making that mess as well." He looked down at the floor then back up at me. "Nice as that sounds, I'm not sure any of us could resist the temptation. And there are some lines we probably shouldn't cross."

I smiled as he reached for the underwear I had pulled off of him and put it back on. I turned the shower on as Connor got dressed.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I heard Connor from the other side of the bathroom door. I opened it up and stared at him, drinking in the sight of him in that fireman's outfit once again. The images of him taking it off, what was underneath that outfit, flashed quickly through my brain.