He loomed in front of me, flush and ready. My mouth opened and I tasted him, a single lick like he was a popsicle – but I didn’t know if he was succulent strawberry or cursed cherry. He didn’t taste like my favorite fruit, but my tongue darted in for seconds.
I opened wider. My lips ghosted over his head. Only one guy before Alexei had ever had this pleasure. He’d gotten impatient with my lack of experience. His fingers had twisted in my hair and he’d moved me at his speed for his rapid pleasure. I half expected Alexei to do the same but the hand on my shoulder didn’t move, other than the thumb rubbing circles over my skin.
Katie’s multitude of tips and tricks mined from her personal experience and way too many dirty listicles only paralyzed me.Think of K.I.S.S. Keep it simple, stupid.With my hand guiding him, I took more in my mouth. The hand on my shoulder tightened, his breath came louder. I must have done something right.
My tongue joined my lips the next go. Alexei was a guy and they weren’t complicated in the end, even a man like him. A little in and out and I’d have him spent and sleepy. Once his eyes closed, I’d slip away, find some way off the boat. Swim, if I had to. We were only a hundred or so yards from the sea wall.
The thought of Alexei waking up from his post orgasmic slumber to find himself alone tickled me. Would he break something in his rage at being beaten? Probably not, he was way too controlled.
My pace quickened. The hand at the base of his cock moved with my mouth up and down his shaft. His breathing deepened, each breath filling his chest to the limit with loud, almost panting exhales. He had to be close. Escape was within my grasp.
His fingertips pressed against my skin, forceful but not painful. A rumbled breath escaped his chest. I spared a look up, opening my eyes for the first time since I’d taken him in my mouth. His head leaned back, eyes half closed, jaw wide open.
I’d done that to him, given him that pleasure. But if I wanted to, I could inflict even worse pain. My single experience and every thought I had about going down on a guy made it seem servile. That impatient ass who’d goaded me into trying it had only cared for his pleasure, after all.
Now, gazing at that look of pleasure, the most relaxed Alexei had let his face become the entire time I’d been in his company, I saw it differently. It was almost empowering. It was ironic enough for that song.
“I’m going to…” he stuttered. He sounded like the awkward British lead in a romantic comedy, a muscle bound Hugh Grant but I got the message, knew enough about what came next.
His first spurt still caught me by surprise. My rhythm skipped but it didn’t matter, it was almost time. The second and third splashed salty over my tongue. He didn’t taste like anything, but better than the other guy I’d gone this far with. The college freshman diet of ramen and Mountain Dew hadn’t done much for his flavor. I’d spat it on his shorts.
Alexei softened quickly. His other hand dropped to my shoulder. I glanced up at him and leaned back. He blinked a few times before his brows furrowed. His suspicion reawakened after he came, but a true smile banished it.
“I was not expecting something like that so soon,” he said and the smile grew, “and as any proper host should, it’s my duty to give as good as I received.”
The arms on my shoulders moved. The whole world shifted sideways. My back fell against his huge bed. He stood above me, pants and underwear hanging at the knees. His eyes fell between my spread legs, any hint of sleepiness I’d fostered gone completely.
8
Alexei
Gianna’s legs snapped shut. She shimmied away from me on the bed. Her eyes stayed down but once her back brushed the headboard, they found mine, then dropped below my waist at my temporarily spent cock.
I’d won the night, had her here but she continued to surprise me, offer an unexpected outcome to keep me on my toes. I rolled with it, played her to my advantage, confirmed a few suspicions.
Her eyes never left me as I kicked my shoes and pants off. Cheeks flush with desire, her expression remained too analytical. I knew she had put on an act. The change from wary opponent to enemy with benefits had happened in a snap.
She’d taken the initiative because I’d allowed it. I’d learn how far she was willing to take the act. Not many guys would stop a woman intent on giving them head – virtually none of them kind of kidnapped the woman first.
Her technique had given answers to my suspicions about her experience. She’d fumbled, like someone learning how to use chopsticks. No wonder her friend Katie thought I was too much of a man for Gianna, that she needed a starter model. You didn’t drive a Maserati during your first lesson, you chose a nice reliable Honda or Toyota.
She didn’t know what she was doing but she kept going, got it in the end. My fingers moved to my shirt. Her eyes followed, clouded with too much thought. If only I had access to the argument going on in that pretty head of hers.
The fog of thought lifted from her eyes after I loosened my tie and tossed it aside. Inexperienced she might have been, but Gianna knew what she liked. Her jaw inched lower with every button I opened.
I’d more than proven we had a physical spark. My odds of winning had skyrocketed and I checked that off my mental list but a new game stole my interest from those grand plans.
Gianna’s breath hitched when I finally dropped my knees onto the bed. I inched forward. Her lips trembled and her wide eyes focused on my chest.
“Were you expecting a carpet?” I asked before slapping my chest and giving the sparse fine hair a tug. “My father’s mother was a Finn. He always said she gave me my hair color.”
“I didn’t complain, did I?” she whispered, those wide eyes never leaving my chest.
My glacial pace finally brought me close to her. She tucked her feet higher, both legs to one side. I leaned forward, slow to keep from spooking her. She’d initiated but had now retreated. Everyone was nervous when they didn’t have any experience.
My fingers ghosted across her calf, just the hint of pressure. I stroked her smooth skin from the side of her leg to the front then up to her knee, under the hem of her dress. She went rigid but didn’t jerk away or even look anywhere else but me.
I slipped my hand around her knee and pulled it up and over. Her lips quivered, flush like her cheeks. A deep breath blew through them. She had come on to me in an act, but it had become real. She wanted more. What kind of host would I be if I didn’t see to my guest’s pleasure?
