I like how easy it is to pretend that this is the start of something.
His fingers tighten, and a soft sound nearly escapes me. I’m stealing his heat and basking in his manly scent while pleasure sparks through my body. It’s… quite pleasant.
My hips twitch as my peak draws close. I ride the crest and shudder through it. When I open my eyes, I see that Jack has caught my spend in a tissue. He really is thoughtful.
I spin around to face him. He stares at me with a look that is very convincingly adoring. I narrow my eyes. Does he really think I’m so easily fooled?
“How may I service you?” I snap.
Jack blinks. Then flushes a pretty shade of pink. “That’s not… You don’t need…”
“Yes I do, otherwise I will feel as if I owe you a favour.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Jack’s eyes are wide.
I scowl at him. “Are you calling the customs of my people ridiculous?”
“Of course not!” he exclaims with such earnestness it hurts.
“Good. Now lie back so I can blow you.”
Silently, with almost comically wide eyes, he obeys.
I stare at him for a moment. Sometimes his eyes are green, other times they are brown. Even his hair can’t make up its mind. Most of the time it appears brown, but when it catches the sunlight, the gold strands become visible. It’s maddening. He should choose a colour and stick with it.
Though right now, I have to admit the green-brown-gold looks very good against the white pillows as he stares up at me quietly and obediently waiting. He looks rather biddable.
My gaze drifts down. He didn’t wear a pyjama top last night. All his very broad muscles are on display. It reminds me of Blake. Mabon does like to keep his pet nearly naked most of the time.
I’m starting to see the appeal. It might be entertaining to show Jack off. Tease people with what they cannot touch. Because humans have fidelity with their marriages so Jack is not going to play with anyone else.
Something shifts deep inside me at that thought. I think I like it. I think I like the thought of having a person who is only mine.
Jack is breathing a little quickly. Anticipation, perhaps? I watch his chest muscles dance. He really is big. There is so much of him. If I hadn’t learnt from Blake that not all large men are dangerous, I’d probably be terrified of Jack.
But I can’t be scared of a man who offered to take my cock. That was the craziest thing I ever heard. Humans really are peculiar.
I move a little closer to Jack and pull his pyjama bottoms down, just enough to allow his impressive cock to spring free.
I wet my lips. I lower my head. I stick out my tongue and give him one long lick all the way from root to tip, all along the underside.
Jack gasps, and the sound sinks into my belly and turns into butterflies.
I lick and tease. I test and taste. I map all his sensitive spots and feel his veins pulse onto my tongue.
As I swirl the tip of my tongue over his slit, a thought hits me.
What the hell am I doing?
Why am I using all of my skills and knowledge? Why am I determined to give him the best blowjob he has ever had? Why do I want this to be incredible for him?
Do I want to leave no doubt in his mind that I’m a whore? Or is it more that I’m trying to impress him?
I huff out a little breath. A puff of air to cool my saliva on his cock and add to the sensations I am lapping into him.
Fuck knows what I am thinking. The inner workings of my mind frequently baffle me. No wonder people can’t figure me out. I can’t figure myself out half the time.
This seems harmless, though. He already knows I’m a whore, so there are no downsides in giving him a good time.
