I reach forward, lightly dragging my fingernails down his abs before tugging at the waist of his boxers. “A little help?” I ask.
With a small, amused smile, he strips out of them. I straddle his legs, leaning down until I’m face-level with his cock. It’s a thing of beauty; long and thick, with a bulging vein running along the bottom of it, and several smaller veins decorating the edges of his smooth shaft. My mouth waters as I stare at him, and my breath hitches.
“You keep staring like that, I’m going to start charging you for an Only Fans subscription,” Dorian says, laughter in his voice.
I blink a few times. “Yeah. Uh, sorry, it’s just…” I wave at his dick. “Big. Like,reallybig. Like, holy shit, I don’t know if I’ll be able to get the tip in my mouth big.”
“You’re under no obligation to deep throat me,” Dorian says mildly, threading his hands behind his head and settling in. “Do what feels good for you. Explore. I guarantee it’ll be amazing for me.”
I like that. I’ve only given head a few times, and the blowjobs were gross and nauseating. The guys grunted and held my hair as they thrust into my mouth, holding me with grubby hands… I wasnotinto it. I just did whatever it took to be done quickly.
In this moment, I actuallywantto go down on Dorian, and he seems happy to let me do whatever I wish.
I grip the base of him in my hand, sucking in a sharp breath when the tips of my fingers don’t touch. I try to recall the videos I’ve watched, giving girls advice on how to blow a guy’s mind, and the unsolicited input I receive from Cara regularly.
I gently cup his balls with my free hand, softly massaging them. Dorian’s six pack clenches. Smiling, I lean forward and run my tongue over the vein on the underside of his cock in a long, languid lick. Hisbreath shudders out of him when I gently lave my tongue over the head of his cock, lapping up the bead of salty pre-come that’s gathered.
“Fuck,” Dorian groans.
I wrap my lips around his head, meeting his eyes as I start to suckle gently, firming my suction to see what works best for him. His eyes briefly roll into the back of his head, and he releases a moan that makes heat gather between my thighs.
I work his head while massaging his balls for several minutes, until drool starts to gather in my mouth. I use it as lubrication for the rest of his length, gathering my saliva with the hand on his base and starting to jerk him. Even though my jaw feels stretched too wide and I don’t think I’ll be able to get him down very far, I’m determined to try. I start bobbing my head in time with my jerking motions, trying to take him a little deeper with each pass, encouraged by his noises of pleasure. Quickly, I get too enthusiastic, and he hits the back of my throat. I gag and pull off, giving myself a second to breathe before going at him again.
“There’s a good girl,” Dorian rumbles, watching me as I labor over his cock, testing out different speeds, levels of suction, and massaging motions on his balls. “Mygood girl. Fuck, Mira, I’m close. Are you ready to swallow me?”
“Mm,” I moan around his length, and that’s all it takes to send him over the edge. His hips jerk up, pushing more of his cock into my mouth. My eyes water, but I fight the gag reflex. I take him as far back as I can, squeezing his balls, jerking his shaft faster as he starts to come in my mouth. Warm, salty bursts of his seed shoot directly down my throat, and I swallow all of it, even though I’m a little overwhelmed at the volume.
“Good fucking girl,” he croons. “That’s one hell of a way to wake up.”
I give his length one last loving stroke before releasing him. He stares at me with warmth and affection brightening his gaze, paired with a dark possessiveness. I try to attribute it all to the post-orgasm glow, though it’s hard to write it off as the hormone hit of an orgasm. Suddenly nervous, I scramble to the edge of the bed.
“I’m, uh, going to take a shower,” I say awkwardly, frowning down at the band T-shirt I’m wearing—his, presumably.
He nods. “Alright, baby. I’ll make coffee. There’s a tube of lotion on the bathroom counter; it should help with your soreness. I put some on you last night, but it might be time to reapply.” With that, he rolls out of bed and leaves the room, and I’m left feeling strangely bereft.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ishower quickly and apply the cream Dorian left for me, one that succeeds in instantly soothing my soreness. Once I’m done, I venture back into the bedroom to search for clothes, wrapped tightly in a towel. The shirts and pants I brought from my dorm are already neatly folded in the closet. I select a pair of forgiving yoga pants and a cropped navy-blue sweater. Dorian comes into the bedroom carrying a tray that has two plates piled high with food and two accompanying cups of coffee.
“Breakfast in bed,” he says with a smile.
I raise my eyebrows as I look at the heaped servings of bacon and stacks of pancakes on each plate. “Did you make all of this yourself?”
He chuckles, setting the tray down on a nightstand. “Admittedly, I’m not as good as you, but I can still cook.” He straightens his dark bedspread, takes a seat on top of it, and gently sets the tray down over the covers. “Come on,” he says lightly. “You had quite the workout last night. We need to replenish your body with nutrients.”
“This looks like a very healthy selection for replenishment,” I quip drily. “Carbs, cholesterol, sugar, and fat. What could be better?”
Dorian gives me a long, deliberate once-over. “We can both afford the calories. Sit.”
As soon as I join him on the bed, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me right up against him, offering me a gentle smile.
“I never got a good morning kiss from you,” he comments.
I raise my eyebrows. “I think you got something better than that.”
“While I very much enjoyed your wakeup call, it can’t compare to a kiss.” He leans his head down until his lips hover right above mine. “Open for me.”
My lips instinctually part under the weight of his softly-spoken command, and he presses his against them in a lazy, slow, yet passionate claim. He pulls away after a few moments, kissing the top of my head before nodding at the plate. “Eat.”
