“Take that off,” I said. “Lie down.”
“But—”
“You’re going to complain about a woman giving you head?” I said. “Take it off.”
Brock came out, laid on his back, and rolled the condom off himself, tossing it off the bed. I tossed my hair back, leaned forward, and put his cock into my mouth. What he had done for me, it was time for me to do to him.
My head bobbed, my tongue swirled, and my lips sucked on his thick cock that seemed to grow harder by the second. The best part was really how much I got off from seeing Brock get off; the head-giving part was nice, but seeing Brock turn from a man in control into a herky-jerky hot mess was so fucking arousing. In some ways, it was better than the pleasure of getting eaten out, because I knew two of us were getting rewarded.
“Oh, I’m so close,” he muttered only two, three minutes in.
I sped up what I was doing. I would make Brock Noelle, the man I’d always had an eye for, come on our first go-around. I had not always had such an experience with men the first time we’d had sex, and I was determined to give Brock one of the best finishes to a blowjob he’d ever had.
He swelled and stiffened. Every time he seemed to grow, I went faster and faster. He gasped. His cum rose. It was…
Right…
There.
And then he came, and his cock fired so much cum. I swallowed, determined not to gag or choke. He would have the best of it. The initial burst slowed down, and I kept sucking and swallowing through his orgasm.
And when I had swallowed the last of Brock’s seed, I lingered for just a moment longer over his cock. I wanted to hear those last little sounds of, “Ohhh,” and, “Yes, baby, yes.” I’d waited for far longer than I cared to admit to hear him talk like that.
I sat back on my knees as Brock lay on his bed like a man who’d been given morphine. I had to giggle when he blabbered, barely able to form coherent words.
“Oh my God,” he said more than once.
“You like that, huh?”
“Jesus,” he said. “I can’t believe I waited this long to make a move.”
I smiled, climbed up his body, and kissed him. But this time, with the deed done, the kiss was gentle and sweet. It was a kiss that, I hoped, told Brock what I wanted.
This was fucking amazing, but I hoped it wasn’t the last of what we did.
“You know, I owe you an apology,” Brock said. “I should have told you what happened a while ago. It’s important—”
I shushed him.
“I would like to know what happened,” I said. “But at some other point. Not right now. Tonight is about this.”
Brock smiled and pulled me in for a kiss.
“Deal,” he said. “You are planning on spending the night, right?”
“Are you kidding me?” I said with a laugh. “After sex like that? I’d be a fool to leave without getting a second round in!”
Brock laughed, kissed me on the forehead, on the lips, and on the cheek before he pulled me in for some cuddles.
Yeah, we’d be serious later. Tonight was just about releasing some long-held tension.
* * *
We woke up almost at the same time, sometime around nine in the morning. We’d had sex twice more throughout the night, once I think around four in the morning, once around midnight. Brock had woken me up for the four a.m. romp, something I was more than happy to be pulled from my dreams for—whatever I was dreaming wasn’t nearly as good as what Brock could do to me.
“Well, hello,” I said as I leaned over and kissed him.
“Hello, hello,” Brock said. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a better morning than waking up with you here.”
