“Anything with a hint of pain,” he finally said.
I drew back from him. “Pain?”
“Yes. Not a lot, not torturous or anything. But...” He looked sheepish. “My favorite is...”
“Wait, are you actually embarrassed to tell me what you like?” I said, coming up on my elbows. “You’re the one teaching me everything new.”
“I know. And maybe because you’re new...I don’t wanna overwhelm you. And I’m not sure how you’ll take it, to be honest.”
That gave me pause. Never once with him had I felt genuinely self-conscious. Maybe initially, but he always did something with his eyes and his mouth that let me know that what I wanted was safe.
Surely I could do the same.
“I’ll take it just fine. I wanna know,” I said, giving him my sassiest look.
He lit up. “Oh, so you’re Rowdy the second you wake up. Even pre-coffee.”
“Always.”
“Fine.” Kess considered me and took a deep breath. “It’s almost easier to say what I don’t like, which is anything extreme. But my favorite thing is very simple...I like to have my nipples sucked, and, if your teeth should so happen to graze them or”—he took a deep breath—“nip them? I wouldn’t complain.”
Honestly, that sounded super easy to me. So, I leaned in and took his nipple into my mouth. I sucked lightly, pulling it with my teeth.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, stretching the nipple even more with his deep inhales and slow exhales.
I sucked a little harder, just to see, and he arched underneath me.
Oh, this could be very, very dangerous.
I moved to the other nipple and got the same reaction. His hand came up to the now-free nipple, and I batted it away.
“Mine,” I said, then went back to sucking one nipple while playing with the other.
It didn’t take me long to figure out that he liked to have his nipples stretched and pinched, and that his version ofgrazinginvolved more pressure than I would have originally guessed. I hadn’t even touched his cock, but it tented his boxers, the dripping head peeking out of the slit.
I wondered exactly how turned on I could get him without even touching him down there. I sucked harder, accidentally making a slurping sound, like a baby nursing. I laughed at myself, but then when I met his eyes, I could see he really, really liked that too.
Hmm.
I made another yummy nursing sound, and his eyes sharpened, growing darker as his hand came to the back of my head. His look was demanding, even as he gently pressed me tighter against his chest. I blinked at him, sweet and dirty, roughly thumbing the other nipple as I sucked. I was playing, but the low grunting in the back of his throat was no joke.
I lightly bit on the swelling nub, lashing it with my tongue.
“Harder.”
I intensified the suction and bit down, slow and firm, pinching the other nipple with equal pressure. Shiftingawkwardly, he pulled his boxers down enough to free his cock. I reached for it, using my thumb to spread the pre-cum over his sensitive head.
“Baby,” he said, desperate and writhing. “I need your mouth on me.”
Remembering something Skylar once told me, I slowly, so slowly, pulled away, stretching the nipple with my teeth before letting it go.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
Kess practically choked on his tongue, and a fat drop of pre-come slid down the back of his cock. I stroked it up and over his cock head.
“Please.”
I leaned in and took his cock in my mouth, sucking away the pre-cum, sending my fingers to his damp nipple as I made the same nursing sounds on his cock.
