Re: Burn Notice, Michael/Sam/Fiona, aphrodisiac, 2/2
"...Look, I'm working with explosives, please at least try not to, ungh, ungh, unngh... distract me?"
I'm on my back talking around a screwdriver in my mouth while I peer up at the C4. Explosives aren't easy to disarm, regardless of what the movies say. It's not red wire, unngh, green wire, blue wire, it's black wire (two to four of them) and yellow wire(again, two to four); each of them connected to blocks of C4. Sometimes they can be, ungh, failsafes, so cut one and the bomb can still go off. Some of the truly, unngh, paranoid bombers can link wires to timers so that even after cutting one disabling cord the timer will arm, and then it's, unngh, goodnight to the intrepid disarmer.
The whole point I'm making is, having someone suck your cock while you're trying to disarm an explosive is one of the, unngh, hardest things in the world. You tend to see everything through a haze, and the fact that Sam is 'trying to make noise for the bug' means that he is, uhh, moaning around my balls, and the vibrations are making it difficult for me to concentrate. I can hear Fi through the fiberglass, moaning too, and that means I have to keep silent. The bug is meant to hear Sam and Fi going at it, not me.
Their moans are very convincing. I suppose both of them have had enough experience to be able to fake it, but how are they able to moan in rhythm when they're not even touching?
Disconnecting the entire package from the bottom of my car I cradle it carefully in my arms.
"Sam, I have to dispose of this..." he withdraws and I slide out from under the car. Walking over to the bridge I specially chose for this reason, I drop the package over the edge and into the fast-flowing river; the package sinks but is quickly carried away.
My penis is still throbbing from Sam's actions, my balls tight from the feel of his mouth. I bring my hand up to pump it once before jogging awkwardly back to the car where Sam and Fi are still moaning in time.
I touch Sam on the shoulder and we both slide into the car on either side of Fi, trapping her in the centre.
Apparently she wasn't faking those moans. She was driving her fist in and out of herself, a puddle of fluid staining my seat leather.
She looks at both of us and grins, making a 'shh'ing motion, sticky finger to her lips. She eases her skinny jeans completely off her legs and lifts her legs to rest on on the sides of the driver's and passenger's seats, exposing her vagina to the front.
"Sam," she pants, "g-go...to the front...and fuck me from there...fuck me from the front, Sam!"
He grins a wolfish smile and slides out the car door.
Fi grabs my cock and lifts herself upwards with one arm, dragging me to between her ass cheeks. A smirk curls upwards of my mouth. I know exactly what she's planning to do.
As Sam positions himself over her and eases his way into her moistness she moans and lets herself sink back onto my dick. She lets out a moan.
When we get into a rhythm, exchanging thrusts, Fi is bouncing back and forth like a pinball.
Feeling Fi's tight ass clench around me in little sequences is something I could do all day, and it looks like Sam feels exactly the same way.