“With me, Audrey. In person, on the phone, or FaceTime. With me. Not alone.” His fingers hit the back of my tongue, and he growls. “Jesus, woman. I can tell you right now that whoever told you something about blow jobs was being petty and spiteful.No fucking way you weren’t built for this. You’re going to look so beautiful with my cock buried in your throat, baby.”
I moan around his fingers. The times I’ve given head before were out of duty, not because I felt I wanted to. But right now? I think I might die if I don’t get his dick in my mouth right this very moment. “Please, Jamie.”
“Please, what?” He removes his fingers, dragging the wet digits across my cheek and into my hair.
“Please let me suck your cock.”
He smiles devilishly. “Since you asked so nicely.”
Jamie guides my head right to the tip of his cock, gripping my hair tightly. “Lick the tip. Slide your tongue around it. Yeah, just like that. Now suck on the head. Nothing more, just the head. Fuck, yeah, baby. Now drag your tongue down to the base. Fuck, that feels so good. Back up. Suck the head again. Now slide down a little, Jesussssss …”
While I appreciate the instruction, I’m too keyed up to continue listening. Hollowing my cheeks, I take him as deep into my mouth as possible, sucking hard. Then, remembering a bit from the instructional video, I reach up to cup his balls. Jamie hisses, groans, then begins to move my head up and down his shaft.
A couple of times he hits the back of my throat, making me slightly gag, and tears fill my eyes. But I look up at Jamie to find him intently watching me, his face full of lust and tension. Each time he hits my throat, his moans grow louder, and I happily continue. I want — no, I need — to watch him unravel. I want to witness him completely lose control, and know that it’s because of me. I feel when he’s close, as his words grow stuttered and borderline nonsensical.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this. My sweet and dirty girl. Bet you’re soaked. Gonna get you to sit on my face and cover me in your cum. Best ever — you thought I’d have better — nothingbetter than you. Gonna fucking mark you so everyone knows you’re mine. My … perfect … little … slut …”
With a roar, he comes down my throat, the hot and salty ropes coating my mouth as he holds my head against him. I dutifully swallow every bit, surprising even myself at how much I enjoy it. Jamie falls back onto the couch as he catches his breath, his eyes finally closing.
I rest my head against his knee, watching him. That was intense. For me, at least. Did he really mean he intends to have me sit on his face? And why should him calling me his perfect little slut be so hot?
“Gimme a minute,” he murmurs with a smile. “Wow. That was … wow.”
I can’t help the smile that covers my face. “I did okay?”
“Yeah, baby. That was way better than okay, though. Did I call you a slut?”
I giggle. “You did.”
He opens one eye. “You know I don’t actually think that about you, right? I got a little in the moment.”
“I found it hot, actually. I’ve never thought that about myself, but maybe I could just be your slut?”
He chuckles. “I’m cool with that.”
Audrey excusesherself to brush her teeth, and I let out one hell of a relieved exhale. I didn’t know what exactly to think when I FaceTimed her to find an entire unpeeled banana buried into the back of her throat. I think I blacked out driving over here. I didn’t expect to get the best blow job of my entire fucking life once I got here, but I certainly wasn’t going to let her try to figure it all out alone.
I know she doesn’t have as much experience as me. If I wasn’t a professional athlete, I wouldn’t either. And I know a good chunk of the women I’ve slept with only did it because they wanted the notch on their bedpost. Hardly any women I meet are interested in dating me. They want money or sex, and sometimes both.
But then I met Audrey, and she turned everything I thought I knew about the female species upside down. When she said she knew I’d say every experience I have with her will be different because of her, it’s fucking true. When she smiles, my heart skips a beat. When she unconsciously reaches out to touch me, I feel like I’m flying. I think about her every moment I’m awake, andshe infiltrates all of my dreams. So, yeah, I knew my dick in her mouth would be life-changing.
A current of air rushes across my dick, and I tuck it back inside my boxers without opening my eyes. I know Audrey is in the room, though, and I hold out a hand for her to join me. As soon as her fingers touch mine, I yank her into my lap. She squeals, landing with a jolt, then laughs as her hair surrounds us. I open my eyes to find she’s let her hair down, and it quite literally takes my breath away. She smiles sweetly at me, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and I’m acutely aware of the fact that I’m falling in love with her.
“Hi,” she says innocently, with a giggle. Quite the juxtaposition to her devilish attitude from only a few moments ago, where she took complete control over me.
“Hi,” I reply, my voice raspy and deep. I reach up, hooking my hand around her neck, and pull her down for a kiss. It’s a languid kiss, where we aren’t worried about time. I slowly devour her. As I slide a hand around to meander up her spine, I realize she’s changed. Instead of the comfortable loungewear she had been wearing when I arrived, she’s in a frilly tank that reaches mid-thigh, with ruffles along the seams, and a deep v-neck dipping between her phenomenal tits. My hand drifts down, finding the edge of the tank, and I find a set of shorts with the same ruffles. I quickly break off the kiss, grabbing the hem of her shirt so I can see the shorts.
“What are you doing?” she giggles.
“I have to see these,” I murmur. The view is awesome. Cupping her ass so perfectly, the cherry design featured is both innocent and alluring. “God damn, baby. I can honestly say this is the first time I’ve ever been turned on by cherries.”
Audrey bites her lip, offering me a shy smile. “I like pretty things for sleeping. There’s something very sexy about silky lingerie, or girlie sets like this.”
“I will love whatever you wear,” I tell her honestly. “As long as I get to take it off you, I’m going to find it sexy.”
She rolls her eyes. “Medical scrubs are not sexy.”
“The hell they aren’t! Do you have any idea what they do to your ass?” I ask as I grab handfuls of each cheek. “You’re lucky I didn’t bend down to bite you when I was there helping you move boxes.”
