Her eyes snapped open. “Come on my face!”
Josh pulled out of her, ripped the condom off, and crawled up her body just in time to come. His hand hardly touched his cock before it shot stream after stream of white cum onto her face as she lay there with her eyes closed and mouth open.
The first rope of cum landed on her nose, the second straight into her mouth, and the rest left her cheeks a sticky, gooey mess. She made a big show of coating her tongue with his seed before swallowing it.
“I can’t see or use my fingers, so you need to feed me the rest of your cum with your fingers. Just scoop it in.”
He gathered some of it with his finger and slid it into her mouth. She promptly sucked it clean as if she was giving it a blowjob. He repeated the process until the last of it was gone, leaving a sticky residue.
She opened her mouth. “Cock, please.” She sucked it dry, and licked it clean with a moan.
He climbed off the bed on shaky legs and used his undershirt to make sure her eyes were free and clear before wiping her face clean. When he was done, she smiled up at him, her eyes soft with satisfaction.
“This was definitely a good idea. My pussy is so sensitive; I thought my head was going to explode.”
Josh snuggled against his stepsister and kissed her deeply, tasting himself, but not minding. “You sure know how to treat family, big sister. You feel up to going another round?”
She smiled. “Hell, yes, but you can’t wear me out too much. We have a pool party to go to tomorrow morning. I can’t swim, but I bet you can distract me.”
“Won’t that start everyone to talking?”
“Fuck ‘em. We’re not related.”
“You say that until our parents find out. Besides, I’d rather you fuck me.”
Amy smiled lazily. “Suit up and come to big sister.”
Room Service
Claudia pulled up to the curb in front of Paul’s office building and he stepped out to meet her. He’d actually gotten off on time today, so she only had to circle the block twice. She smiled and admired the view. No way would she ever get tired of seeing him in a suit.
He dropped his briefcase into the back of her convertible and slid into the passenger seat. He leaned in and gave her a soft, lingering kiss before he buckled up. “Hey, beautiful. Thanks for picking me up.”
She pulled back into traffic and started working her way uptown. “It’s the least I can do for my boyfriend on his birthday. Especially when I have super-secret plans that I don’t want disrupted.”
“Disrupted? Am I that unreliable?”
She slapped his leg. “No, silly. You’re sometimes little…unpredictable. I want your birthday to be perfect.”
He laid his hand on her leg and rubbed the fabric in small circles. “Just having you with me makes it prefect.”
Her heat level rose at his touch. He knew exactly what to say and do to make her all mushy inside. He really was the one she could share her life with and tell all her secrets to.
“I feel the same way. You mean everything to me. And because of that, I’m going to give you a very special gift tonight.”
“Mmmm. I like surprises. Is it under this dress?”
She slapped his hand when he reached for the hem of her cocktail dress. “No peeking! You’ll have to wait until after dinner to find out.”
He leaned back in his seat. “Peeking while driving could be interesting, but I won’t use my powers of disruption to ruin your plans. What can you tell me?”
“First comes dinner at that new restaurant at the resort.”
“The one you’ve been trying to get a reservation at for the last two months? I thought they were booked solid all the way through the summer. Now you tell me you got a table on my birthday. Do you have super powers?”
She grinned at him. “I had to do a lot of fast talking and there was this contract written in my own blood I had to sign.”
“I’m honored that you’d make a deal with the Devil to get us in, but I’d rather you keep your soul, if that’s all right.”
“Don’t worry, lover boy. I didn’t have to trade my soul. I talked with the owner and we came to an…understanding.”
He smiled slyly. “Don’t tell me you traded your virtue for a dinner reservation. Unless, of course, he was hot.”
She gave him a sultry glance. “Is that what you want to hear? That I bartered sexual favors in exchange for a table? Maybe he was gay. It might be you paying the bill.”
Paul laughed. “Touche! I’ll stop teasing. Thank you for getting us a table and thank you for going to all the extra effort for me. I really appreciate it.”
“You are so worth it. After dinner, we’ll adjourn to a room at the resort so that you can get your present. I’ll give you a hint. It’s one of those little fantasies of mine that get you all worked up.”
“Ooooo. Which one?”
She shook her head and pulled into the resort parking lot. “That would be telling. I’ve taken the liberty of getting the props into the room, so all you have to do is get through dinner to find out.”
“Maybe we should-”
“Don’t you even think about it. After everything I went through to get this reservation, we are damned well going to eat first.”
She stopped the car in the valet area a bit more aggressively that she normally would have, making the tires chirp. The valet helped her out with a smile and handed her a claim ticket.
Paul held the door to the restaurant open for her and bowed from the waist. “My most humble apologies for letting my base male instincts slip out.”
“Jerk.” She pinched his side and made him yelp. “That’s better.”
Tourists and vacationers filled the lobby, hurrying here and there to do whatever people did on vacation. The echo of their footsteps on the marble floor was like an ocean of sound, crashing onto the shores of her ears in waves. The volume trailed off as they followed the signs to the restaurant.
The maitre de smiled politely at them. “Welcome to Bolisimo’s. What name is the reservation?”
She smiled as she redirected his attention from Paul to her. “Claudia Beckham.”
The man checked his list and nodded. “I have your table ready, Miss. Please come this way.”
He wove through the crowded tables and led them to the back of the room near the kitchen doors. Once they sat down, he handed them menus. “Mary will be serving you tonight. If I might be so bold, the lobster is excellent and we have a French white that would set it off nicely.”
Just the thought of lobster made her mouth water. She definitely would be following his advice. “We’ll keep that in mind, thanks.”
Paul pursed his lips and examined the menu. “Hmmm. I think I’ll go for a T-bone and a beer.”
“Don’t eat too much. You’ll be working out.”
He grinned at her lazily. “Will I? I thought you were running this show.”
“And you think just because I’m calling the shots, you’ll get to lay back and take it easy? Think again, pal. You are going to beg me for a breather.”
A woman’s voice from behind Claudia startled her. “That sounds like fun.”
The woman must’ve come out of the kitchen when they were talking. She stepped up so Claudia could see her. She was a few years older than she was and had bright red hair. “Sorry if I surprised you. I’m Mary. Have you decided what you’d like to have for dinner tonight or shall I just take your drink order?”
Claudia rolled her eyes when Paul’s eyes took a quick detour of their server’s tastefully covered, but ample breasts. She kicked him more as a matter of principle than anger. Men were men, after all.
He jumped a bit and his eyes shot back to the woman’s face. He turned his yelp of pain into a cough. “Oww, um, I mean I’ll have a T-bone and loaded baked potato. Surprise me with your best draft.”
Mary looked at Claudia, only smiling at the byplay. “And you, Miss?”
“I’ll have the lobster and a glass of the French white. The man who brought us back suggested it.”