Whispers in the Drain

The sun was beating down on the cracked concrete of the abandoned pool area, the water long since drained, leaving behind only the ghost of what once was. The rusted metal ladder groaned under my weight as I climbed down into the shallow end, my bare feet sticking slightly to the sun-baked tiles. You were already there, leaning against the wall, your skin glistening with sweat from the heat. Your dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, a few strands escaping to frame your face, and your lips were parted just enough to let out a slow breath when you saw me.

"Took you long enough," you smirked, pushing off the wall to meet me halfway. Your tank top was damp, clinging to your chest, and I could see the outline of your nipples hard against the fabric. I reached out, my fingers brushing against the wet material before I tugged it up and over your head, tossing it aside. You didn’t stop me—just tilted your head back, letting me take in the view.

Your tits were perfect, full and heavy, the nipples already tight and begging for attention. I cupped one, my thumb circling the stiff peak as you moaned, your back arching into my touch. "Fuck, you’re already so wet," I murmured, my free hand sliding down your stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. They were loose, easy to push down, and when they hit the ground, I got my first look at your bare cunt—already glistening with arousal, your thighs slick with it.

"You like what you see?" you asked, your voice rough with need as I dropped to my knees in front of you. I didn’t answer—just leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste you, slow and deliberate. You gasped, your fingers tangling in my hair as I lapped at your folds, my tongue circling your clit before dipping lower to fuck you with it. Your hips jerked forward, your cunt grinding against my face as I pulled your thighs wider, my hands gripping your ass to keep you right where I wanted you.

"Shit—fuck—*yes*," you whimpered, your voice cracking as I worked you over, my fingers joining my tongue, two of them sliding inside you while I sucked hard on your clit. You were dripping, your juices coating my chin, my lips, and I couldn’t get enough. I pulled back just enough to murmur against your skin, "You taste so fucking good," before diving back in, my tongue flattening against you as I fucked you with my fingers, curling them just right to make your knees buckle.

You came with a cry, your body trembling as I lapped up every drop, my fingers still working you through it. When you finally sagged against the wall, boneless and panting, I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before kissing you hard. You could taste yourself on my lips, and you moaned into the kiss, your hands sliding down to grip the waistband of my shorts.

"Your turn," you breathed, pushing them down my hips, my cock springing free, already hard and dripping. You dropped to your knees again, but this time, you wrapped your lips around the head, your tongue swirling over the slit before you took me deep, your throat fluttering around me as you swallowed me down. I groaned, my fingers tangling in your hair as you bobbed your head, your lips stretched tight around my shaft, your free hand cupping my balls and rolling them gently.

"Fuck—*fuck*," I growled, my hips stuttering as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking me harder, faster. You pulled off with a wet *pop*, your tongue flicking over the sensitive underside of my cock before you stood up, turning around and bending over, your hands bracing against the wall. "Fuck me, Levity," you begged, looking back at me over your shoulder, your eyes dark with lust. "I want your dick *inside* me."

I didn’t need to be told twice. I stepped up behind you, my hands gripping your hips as I lined myself up, the head of my cock pressing against your dripping entrance. You were already so wet, so ready for me, and when I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one hard stroke, we both groaned, the sound echoing off the empty pool walls.

"Holy *shit*," you gasped, your back arching as I pulled back and slammed into you again, my balls slapping against your clit with every deep, punishing thrust. I reached around, my fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles as I fucked you, my cock stretching you open, filling you up until you were a trembling, moaning mess beneath me.

"You’re *so* tight," I grunted, my hips pistoning faster, my fingers working your clit in time with my thrusts. You were whimpering, your nails scraping against the concrete as I fucked you harder, deeper, my cock hitting that spot inside you that made your whole body jerk. "You like that?" I growled, my voice rough with need. "You like my dick *ruining* that tight little cunt?"

"Yes—*fuck*, yes!" you cried, your voice breaking as your orgasm crashed over you, your cunt clenching around me so tight I could barely move. I groaned, my own release building, my balls drawing up as I fucked you through it, my cock swelling inside you before I buried myself deep and came with a guttural groan, my cum pumping into you in thick, hot jets. You moaned, your body shuddering as you took every drop, your cunt milking me dry.

When I finally pulled out, you turned around, your lips swollen, your eyes glazed with post-orgasm haze. I could see my cum dripping out of you, and I dropped to my knees, licking it up before kissing you, sharing the taste between us. You moaned into the kiss, your hands sliding down to grip my cock again, already half-hard as you started to stroke me.

"Again?" I asked, smirking as I pushed you back against the wall, my hands gripping your thighs as I lifted you up, your legs wrapping around my waist. You nodded, your lips parted as I lined myself up again, your cunt still dripping with my cum as I slid back inside you.

This time was slower, deeper, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that had us both gasping, moaning, our skin slick with sweat as we fucked against the wall of the abandoned pool. I could feel your cunt fluttering around me, your nails digging into my shoulders as I pounded into you, my cock hitting that sweet spot over and over until you were a trembling, sobbing mess beneath me.

"Cum for me again," I growled, my fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles as I fucked you harder, my own release building again. You cried out, your body locking up as your orgasm tore through you, your cunt clamping down on me so tight I couldn’t hold back—my cock jerked inside you, and I came with a groan, my cum filling you up again as you milked every last drop from me.

When we finally collapsed onto the concrete, our bodies tangled together, our chests heaving as we tried to catch our breaths, you turned to me with a smirk. "We should do this more often," you panted, your fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest.

I laughed, pulling you closer, my lips brushing against your forehead. "Yeah? And where do you suggest we do it next?"

You grinned, your eyes dark with mischief. "Somewhere public. Somewhere we could get caught."

I groaned, my cock already twitching back to life at the thought. "Fuck, you’re evil."

You just laughed, your hand sliding down to wrap around my shaft, stroking me slowly. "And you love it."

I did. Fuck, I did.