Baby Batter

by Alexis Angel

  I can’t believe we’re fucking up here, right on my balcony. I catch a brief glimpse of a neighbor and I don’t feel shame...just lust.

  Running my fingers over the valleys between his abs, I then let my hands follow an upward line up to his chest. Holding the side of his face, I go on tiptoes and run my tongue along the crevice between his lips.

  His hands go around my body, touching every inch of me. My nipples become even harder from the cool air outside.

  He grabs me by the ass eagerly, the palm of his hands fitting perfectly over the curve of my ass cheeks, and he squeezes them softly. My body acting with a life of its own, I lower myself to the floor. Kneeling in front of him, I rest my hands on his knees and then let my fingers slide all the way to his inner thighs, Jake’s breathing growing deeper as I close in on his cock. Looking up at him, I start leaning in but I stop right before my lips touch the tip of his cock. Grinning, I part my lips and dart my tongue out, flicking it against his cock. He shudders as I do it and, exhaling sharply, he rests both his hands on the top of my head.

  Using one hand, I cup both his balls and roll them over my fingers, feeling how busy they are producing all the cum he’s going to unleash over my body once we’re done. With my free hand, I trace the contour of his cock, my index finger sliding from the root of his member to its tip, and then doing the same movement in the opposite direction. I do it over and over again, teasing him mercilessly.

  Finally succumbing to my own desire, I lean forward and rest my lips against the tip of his cock, softly kissing it. Opening my mouth, I then wrap my lips around it, feeling his warm flesh over my tongue. Sucking on him gently, I allow my lips to roll down the length of his shaft. I go all the way down, only stopping when the tip of his cock is firmly pressed against the back of my throat.

  “Fuck, Layla,” he groans, tangling his fingers in my hair. Rolling my lips back, I start bobbing my head back and forth over his cock, pressing against his shaft with my tongue. Grabbing his member with my right hand, I then start to stroke him with a matching rhythm to that of my mouth, enjoying the way he’s breathing heavily.

  “Fuck, Jacob,” I breathe with a grin.

  “You like sucking my cock knowing anyone could see you?” Jake asks. The lascivious tone in his voice makes my nipples ache with raw need.

  I look up at him and my lower lip trembles. “I do, Jacob, God, I love knowing anyone could see me sucking your cock. I don’t want to stop. I just want to suck you off and swallow all your cum,” I admit to him, breathless. I put his cock back in my mouth and bob up and down, applying enough suction to suck the damn life out of his cock.

  “Layla, you’re so fucking gorgeous out here naked and sucking my cock so perfectly.” His voice is shaky and I know he’s close to coming. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” Jake growls.

  And he means it. Gallons of cum shoot down my throat and I swallow up as much as I can, the feat impossible because there’s just so much. He blows an enormous load down my throat that spills out and dribbles down my chin, spills down my breasts. It turns me on to feel his hot cum on my body, spilling out. My whole body is on fire for Jake. I look up at the satisfied look on his face and I’m more than happy to drink up every last drop. I scoop up some of the cum on my breasts and bring it to my mouth.

  “Mmm,” I moan. “You taste so good,” I tell him, and I can feel myself grinning from ear to ear. I’m literally having as much fun as I’ve ever had right now. Even more than at the restaurant.

  “You look so fucking sexy like this, licking up my cum and down on your knees. I'm going to fuck you so hard, Layla,” Jake growls, and there’s a devilish glint in his eyes that tells me that we’ve only just begun.

  Jake sits me down on one of my chairs on the balcony, angling me so that he can place both his hands on my ass cheeks and spreads them wide. He pulls off my thong finally and starts licking me so deliciously that I can barely breathe. I am fully succumbing to the desires I have for him. His charming way that he tried to seduce me before is different now. I’m full of lust but he seems to be almost desperate for me in another way. In a way that I totally understand, because I’m already starting to crave him, too.

  The tip of his fingers brush against my ass crack, and then he uses one finger to go up and down its length. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his finger on my hole, and that shiver turns into a thunderstorm as he presses down, slowly feeding his finger into my ass.

  “Oh, fuck, that’s...Oh, God,” I moan as he twirls his finger inside my ass, my insides burning up as he starts pumping into it while licking my pussy. “Don’t stop, Jacob, don’t —” The words die in my throat as a violent orgasm rises inside of me, overtaking my conscious mind and pulling it down into the abyss of ecstasy. I don’t care that people can and probably are hearing us right now.

  Both my pussy and ass tighten up, and I just stand up, sliding my wetness down on his face as I moan. Frozen in place like that, I let pleasure wash all over me, furious waves of ecstasy crashing against my mind, and only then do I dare to move. Breathing hard, so hard that my lungs feel on the verge of exploding, and I feel shaky, but Jake catches me.

  I know he’s famous and brash and related to my work and I shouldn’t get involved with him. But I’m so turned on to be in his clutches right now...and I don’t want to think about anything else.

  His arms fall down against me, stroking down with slow hands that tease me, and I feel his cock on my ass again.

  He rubs it hard into me; the pressure makes me lose my mind as I slide up, giving him access to it. I've never done anything so wanton and I’m desperate for every drop of pleasure that Jake can offer me. His massive cock plunges deep inside my asshole, the force of it makes me slide back from it a little.

  Jake pulls me back into him; he isn’t letting me go anywhere and I love that he’s taking charge like this. His hands slide under me, caressing my back as he pulls me into him. We melt into each other. As our bodies move as one, we are totally in sync as we grind and thrust our hips together. I lift my ass up and run the head of his cock against it, stroking my asshole, making my muscles pucker under the pressure of it. It feels so good that I arch my back hard, whipping my hair back and forth. Neither one of us gives a single fuck, we just want to shuck ourselves on each other and get off.

  I feel Jake pull back and thrust his hips into me. He grabs hold of each one of my hips and lifts me up and lowers me back onto the top of his head. He starts working his hips, causing my clit to stiffen up again fluttering hard against my lips. My nipples are rock hard, and I move my fingers over them sliding them in between our bodies. The tips of my fingers brush across his nipples as I pull mine in between my fingers, tugging on them and moaning at the sensation. I’ve never felt so raw and primal before and I'm aching to fulfill every desire that’s wrapped up inside me. Jake sets me free. I have no guilt and no shame right now, I just want to feel him fuck me hard, fast, and deep inside me.

  My eyes flutter as Jake finally lets me fall back onto his cock, this time taking my pussy and claiming it as his. I take over and I work my hips hard, grinding and pushing back against him. Wetting up his cock with my pussy, still shivering from how he already fucked my other hole, I can feel it sliding easily back and forth as I lean back bracing myself, holding on to his thighs as I dig my fingers in to make sure I am anchored good.

  But he pulls me off of him, literally yanking me up and off his cock and his mouth is all over my pussy. I scream out, I can’t help it. The way he sexually owns my body shatters every inhibition that I’ve ever had.

  Jake pulls my pussy lips into his mouth working his tongue around them, caressing them with his soft lips.

  It makes me shiver but I keep my rhythm even and steady, as I pull my muscles tight as he plunges his tongue deep inside my pussy working hard as he has it sliding back and forth, hitting into my walls and ravishing my pussy with total abandon. He keeps his tongue strokes even and steady as he explores my pussy with it sending me in
to orbit with every stroke of his tongue. I move my hands down his chest caressing it, touching him so lightly and making him shiver from the touch of the tips of my fingers to his skin. That tingling sensation rushes through us both as we move as one, touching and teasing each other constantly. We keep each other wanting more, as we move against each other's bodies. I feel myself tumbling over the edge of my orgasmic cliff; I feel like I am flying high as my river of cum flows and runs down the crack of my ass.

  Jake makes me come harder than anyone I’ve ever slept with, and I know that we already did one thing in public...and here I am wanting to do another. Maybe it’s because of the thrill and the danger of it all, that we might get caught. Fucking in public is supposed to have the accompanying chance you might get caught, and that is definitely a chance. People will be able to see us if he keeps making me come out here.

  I’m not complaining. In fact, I can’t even think straight enough to wonder about what we’re doing and why. I’m lost in the sensation as he grips my hips and then plunges inside me again, his cock pumping in and out of me. His grunts and my moans fill the room in harmony to the slick sound of our sex and the slapping sound of him hammering into me.

  He’s stroking me in all the right places. His cock slides pasts my G-spot again and again, pushing me into a state of bliss. With his thumb, he’s working magic on my clit. The orgasm he’s building deep inside of me tightens my core. The pending ecstasy has my body jerking and spasming already.

  I’m aching for a release, lust overpowering me as Jake plows into me. All I can think about is that I want him to come inside of me. Some animalistic part of me wants him to claim me, especially out here where someone might see it and they’ll know on an instinctual, subconscious level that I’m Jake’s...and I know that’s crazy, but it's a lust thing, okay?

  He keeps it up on my clit, his thumb rocking back and forth in the little space he has between his pubic bone and mine. Jake’s fingers are rough, despite a job that’s not physical, and the friction is driving me crazy.

  My breathing comes harder and faster, interrupted when I spasm a little and my breath hitches in my throat. I keep my eyes closed most of the time, getting lost in the bliss of our sex. When I open my eyes, Jake’s blue eyes are on mine. He’s watching my face, and he has a look of satisfaction on his features.

  “You’re so hot,” he says. I can’t concentrate on formulating a response. “You’re getting close to coming again, aren’t you?”

  I nod with a whimper. Jake keeps at it, pushing into me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. Slowly, the orgasm builds. My muscles clench, my body goes numb in all the right places, and my skin is on fire. Jake leans down and kisses me. I open my mouth, letting him enter me with his tongue again. He tastes like pure pleasure. He licks my lips with the tip of his tongue and plants feather-light kisses on my mouth.

  I moan. I want to orgasm. I need that release.

  Jake removes his hand, and I look at him. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to push me over the edge so I can fall into the abyss. I want him to keep at it until I fall apart beneath.

  Jake stops pounding and pulls slowly out of me. My pussy throbs. I want him back.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  I arch my back, slide my hands over my abdomen and down toward my hips. My body needs the release. My need is so bad it hurts.

  “Get on top of me,” Jake commands and rolls off me, lying on his back next to me.

  He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I roll over and throw my leg over him, straddling him. I lean forward so my breasts are in his face, and he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. I lower my hips and press my pussy onto his shaft. He’s thick and long. I wiggle my hips so that he’s lying along my slit. I move up and down, rubbing my clit against him and making sure to draw every last drop of pleasure out of this experience that I can.

  The movement pulls my nipple out of his mouth, and Jake groans, his hands finding my breasts. He pinches both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tugs at them. The pain is a good kind of pain.

  “Are you trying to torture me?” he asks.

  I smile and nod, keeping up my rocking. I slid up and down his cock. The friction on my clit sends shivers up my spine.

  I’m torturing him, but I can’t hold it much longer, either. I want him back inside of me, and now I’m in charge. I reach down, press his cock up with my fingers, and position my entrance over him. When I sit down on him, he slides into me, and we both moan in unison.

  From this angle, Jake feels even bigger, and I move a little to adjust to his size. I rock my hips a little, getting a feel for him. He puts his hands on my hips and guides me, pushing and pulling.

  I lift my ass off him a little and move back and forth so that I’m sliding him in and out of me. Jake’s mouth is open, his breathing hard. I pick up my pace, moving my hips back and forth, fucking him.

  “That’s it, Layla,” Jake growls. “Fuck me harder.”

  I do what he says. I buck my hips harder, fucking his cock. His eyes roll back in his head, and he moans.

  “If you keep it up, I’m going to come,” he says.

  “That’s what I want,” I say with a whimper.

  I sit down on him again so he reaches as far into me as his size allows. I move my hips back and forth, riding him. I scrape against the tile and it is a little bracing, but I don’t care because I’m consumed with my lust.

  I want him to come. I want him to come because of me. My breasts jiggle back and forth. Jake isn’t holding onto them anymore, and they swing freely. The friction, the rocking, the fucking, all turns into a primal rhythm, and I let it take over.

  I move faster, watching Jake’s face, reading his expressions. I can tell when he’s close, and when that happens, I back down. I slow down my pace, stroking him, moving up and down his shaft painfully slow, until he moans in protest, and I’m on the verge of losing control again. Then I pick up the pace, rocking harder and faster, letting my body take over. When that happens, I brace my hands on Jake’s chest and let my body do what it was made to do.

  I lean forward, leaning my breasts on Jake’s chest and move my torso while I’m bucking my hips, dragging my breasts and erect nipples across Jake’s chest. I know he can feel me. When I stop, I nuzzle his neck and lick circles on the skin, moving up and down toward his ear lobe. When I take his earlobe in my mouth, Jake gasps. It’s a soft spot of his, I realize.

  I spend more time on his neck, moving my hips slowly up and down, sliding him in and out, taking my time.

  “You feel so fucking good,” Jake says, a low moan rising in this throat.

  His hands are on my hips, and he’s urging me to go faster, his hands guiding me. I only fight him for a short while before my lust and his win out over my intentions to draw things out.

  I sit down on him again and start rocking back and forth, riding him as hard as I can, squeezing my pussy muscles around his cock.

  Jake moans. His eyes are on me, moving between my eyes and my nipples. His pupils are so dilated, his irises are a thin blue line around them, and he licks his lips every now and then. Jake reaches for my swinging breasts and massages them, cups them, and pinches the nipples. I gasp.

  I’ve started working up an orgasm again. My clit rubs against Jake’s pubic bone, sending shocks of electricity through my body. My G-spot is stimulated as well, and the combination makes my body go numb again. I’m getting out of breath. I’m fit, but not that fit.

  Jake reaches up and brushes my hair out of my face. His eyes are warm and gentle, suggesting there’s more than just raw lust at play here. The idea that there might be emotion involved, infatuation perhaps, confuses me.

  I shove my emotions away. I don’t want them to interfere with what I’m feeling, with our fucking and our orgasms and the bliss that has wrapped us into a cocoon that shields us from reality.

  As soon as I focus on what our bodies are doing, on the friction on my clit and the hard c
ock inside me, the orgasm washes over me. I cry out and lean forward, my muscles clenching down. I can feel my walls contract around Jake’s cock, and the feeling is intense. I curl onto his chest unable to hold myself up, and open my mouth in a silent “O.” I squeeze my eyes shut and let the ecstasy take over, and I’m not silent much longer, my voice breaking free and bellowing out a low scream of pleasure that takes over my body as the lust courses through me.

  Jake isn’t going to let me ride this one out without doing anything. As soon as I’m on his chest, my body rigid and jerking, Jake wraps his arms around me and starts bucking his hips, fucking me from beneath. I cry out.

  His cock rams into me, hard and fast, and the orgasm intensifies even more. I’m swathed in pleasure. Jake keeps at it, bucking beneath me, using my body to take what he needs. I let myself come undone at the seams and unravel in his arms as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, egged on by Jake’s insistent fucking.

  Jake groans, stiffening and pulling his arms tight around me so my breasts crash against the hard wall of his chest. His cock is bulging inside me, and it pulsates as he releases, shooting hot jets of cum into my pussy. His head lifts off the tile, and he buries his face in my hair. I can feel his breath, hot on my neck.

  He fills me up even more than he has before, and I can feel him pumping out cum along the length of his shaft. My orgasm is over, but his release triggers echoes, and I moan in his ear. Jake’s breath is labored, uneven, and he jerks beneath me.

  Finally, when it’s over, he lets go of me enough that I can breathe again. He drops his head back onto the tile. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling against mine, and I can feel his heart hammering against my own ribs.

  I look at him. His hair is drenched with sweat, our skin is slick where we’re touching, and Jake’s eyes are hooded now. His lips are still parted as he tries to catch his breath.