The final fitting was three weeks away, but right now the boutique felt like it had no time at all.
Maya’s legs were still shaking. Leo’s cum was slowly leaking down the inside of her thigh, warm and sticky, mixing with her own wetness. She looked up at him in the dark, her chest rising and falling fast. Her body felt used, satisfied… but not enough.
“Not enough,” she whispered.
Leo raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Greedy girl.”
She didn’t answer with words. Instead she slid down his body slowly, her bare knees hitting the cool wooden floor. The puddle of her white lace panties was still around one ankle. She ignored it.
Her hands moved quickly, almost desperately. She pulled his trousers and boxers the rest of the way down to his knees. His cock hung heavy in front of her face — still half-hard, shiny with their mixed juices, thick veins pulsing along the length.
Maya didn’t tease. She opened her mouth wide and took him in deep right away.
The taste hit her instantly — salty, musky, the sharp tang of her own pussy mixed with his cum. She moaned around him, the sound vibrating down his shaft. Leo’s hand came to the back of her head, not pushing, just resting there, fingers threading through her chestnut hair.
She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, sliding her lips up and down fast. Her tongue swirled around the head every time she pulled back, then she pushed forward again, taking him deeper into her throat. She gagged a little when the thick head bumped the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop. She relaxed her jaw and pushed even further until her nose pressed against his lower belly, her lips stretched tight around the base of his cock.
“Fuck… Maya…” Leo groaned, his voice low and rough. His hips jerked forward once, then again.
She looked up at him while she sucked — eyes watering, mascara starting to run, lips shiny and swollen. She wanted him to see how much she needed this. How much she needed him.
Her head moved faster now. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the quiet boutique — gluck-gluck-gluck — as she bobbed on his cock like she was starving for it. One hand cupped his heavy balls, gently rolling them, while the other wrapped around the base, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach yet. Saliva dripped down her chin, onto her bare breasts, mixing with the sweat on her skin.
Leo’s breathing got louder. His fingers tightened in her hair.
“Shit… just like that,” he growled. “Take it all, baby. Swallow my cock.”
She did. She forced herself down again and again, throat opening for him, letting him fuck her face in short, sharp thrusts. Her nose kept bumping his stomach. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she never slowed down.
His cock grew rock-hard again in her mouth, swelling even thicker. The veins pulsed against her tongue. She could feel his balls tightening in her palm.
“I’m gonna cum—” he warned, voice strained.
Maya didn’t pull back. She pushed forward one last time, burying him as deep as she could, her throat squeezing around the head.
Leo groaned loud — a deep, animal sound — and exploded.
Hot, thick ropes of cum shot straight down her throat. One, two, three heavy pulses. She swallowed quickly, gulping around his cock, trying to take every drop. Some still leaked from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin. She kept sucking gently through it all, milking him until he was empty, until his hips stopped twitching and his hand loosened in her hair.
Only then did she slowly pull off, gasping for air. A long string of spit and cum connected her bottom lip to the tip of his cock for a second before it broke. She licked her lips, swallowed again, and looked up at him with shiny, satisfied eyes.
Leo stared down at her, breathing hard. His thumb brushed across her swollen lower lip, wiping away a streak of his cum.
He helped her stand up, his arms strong around her waist. For a moment they just stood there, naked and messy in the middle of his dark boutique, foreheads touching.
Then he spoke, voice low and serious, but soft at the same time.
“If I were your boyfriend, I would never leave you.”
Maya’s heart skipped. She smiled — small, tired, but real — and rested her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down.
The streetlamps outside still cut long silver lines across the floor. The mannequins still watched in silence.
But for the first time that night, the quiet didn’t feel empty.
It felt full.