Come on Her Cock

The hotel curtain was half drawn and Billie had stopped pretending she would close it.

She was thirty-four, trans, on her back, dress undone, cock hard against her stomach. Her girlfriend Noor was thirty-seven, naked, kneeling between her thighs with two fingers already in her and a smile that meant the teasing was over.

"I want to come on it," Noor said. "On your cock. While you fuck me. Say if that's not tonight."

"It's tonight. Come here."

Noor swung a leg over and sank down onto Billie's cock in one slow drop. Both of them swore. The stretch, the heat, the fact of the curtain and the city behind it. Noor braced on Billie's shoulders and started to ride.

"Look at it," she said. "Look at your cock in me."

Billie looked. The shine. The way Noor took her. She held Noor's hips and fucked up into her, and Noor met every thrust, tits bouncing, mouth open.

"Harder. I want to feel it tomorrow."

Billie gave her harder. The headboard tapped. Noor reached down and rubbed her clit, eyes on Billie's face, and came with a broken noise, cunt gripping, soaking her. She did not get off. She kept riding through it, messy, and told Billie not to come yet.

"I want it on me," Noor said. "Pull out. Come on your cock and my cunt. I want to see it."

Billie pulled out. Noor dropped and took her in her mouth for three filthy sucks, then stroked her, fast, aiming her at the mess between her own legs. Billie came in stripes across Noor's cunt and her own shaft, groaning, hips jerking. Noor laughed and rubbed it in with two fingers, then pushed those fingers into herself and moaned.

"Again," she said. "I'm not done. On your knees. Eat it out of me."

Billie went down and licked her own come off Noor's cunt, then licked her clit until Noor grabbed the sheet and came a second time, thigh shaking against Billie's ear. They ended sideways on the bed, the curtain still half open, a stranger's window across the street dark.

"Leave it," Noor said, when Billie reached for the fabric. "If anyone looked, they saw a woman getting fucked by her girlfriend. That's the truth."

Noor was not finished with the mess. She scooped Billie's come onto her fingers and stroked Billie's cock with it until she thickened again, then turned onto her hands and knees.

"In me. Don't pull out this time. I want it deep and I want your hand on my clit."

Billie pushed back in. The slide was filthy. She fucked Noor hard, the curtain breathing in the draught, and reached under to rub her. Noor came with her face in the pillow, saying Billie's name and cock in the same breath. Billie followed, buried, spilling where she had been told.

They lay in it. Noor reached back, felt the leak, and laughed.

"Checkout is at eleven," she said. "That is a problem for eleven."

Billie kissed the inside of her knee.

"And the cock," she said.

"And the cock," Noor said. Before checkout Billie did sit on Noor's mouth, then made Noor sit on her cock again, slower, the city bright behind the curtain. Noor rode her with both hands on her shoulders and talked the whole way through.

"I want your come in me this time. I want to walk down to the desk with it. I want you to know."

Billie held her hips and fucked up into her and came when Noor clenched, deep, obedient. Noor rubbed her clit and followed, loud, not caring about the corridor. They dressed late. In the lift Noor took Billie's hand and put it under her skirt for one second, just long enough to feel the leak, then smiled at the closing doors.

"Next hotel," she said, "the curtain stays wide."

"Especially the cock. I'm sitting on it again before checkout."

They missed checkout by twenty minutes and did not apologise properly. In the cab Noor kept Billie's hand under her skirt and made her feel how wet she still was. Billie stroked her clit in the slow traffic until Noor came with her mouth on Billie's shoulder, silent, shaking. The driver did not turn. Noor kissed Billie's throat and said, again, that the next curtain stayed wide, and that she wanted Billie's cock in her mouth before they even found the room.

The next hotel had a worse curtain and they opened it anyway. Noor sucked Billie's cock in the chair by the window, slow, messy, eyes up, then climbed on and rode her until both of them were loud. Billie came inside her. Noor came with a hand on her own clit and Billie's name in her mouth. They left the curtain wide and ordered room service like people who had not just done that. The knock still made them laugh.

Noor sent a photo from the cab, skirt up, Billie's come on her thigh. Billie stared at it in the office toilets and had to wait the hard-on out. That night she returned the favour on the sofa, dress off, cock out, Noor's mouth on her until she came and Noor swallowed and asked for the curtain again. They did not own a curtain worth closing. Billie fucked her on the rug with the window bare and came inside her while a bus went past. Noor laughed into the carpet and said wider next time. They left the latch off the curtain and did it again before sleep, slower, Noor on top, Billie's cock deep, both of them watching the glass. In the morning Noor sucked her hard and sat on her before coffee. Checkout could wait. The glass stayed uncovered. Billie held Noor's hips and fucked up into her until Noor came loud enough for the corridor, and neither of them closed a thing. They paid the late fee with wet thighs and no regret at all. They grinned the whole way out.