“Okay. Only because you’re cute when you use your manners.”
Leo began to form a response but abruptly trailed off when I upped the pace of my fist, causing the muscles in his thighs to quiver. It was so easy to please him. For a virgin, his body wasn’treticent at all. In fact, he reacted to my touch like he’d been wanting this for years.
Now that I thought about it, he was the first virgin I’d ever been with. I didn’t just want to make him feel good — I wanted to blow his mind. I wanted him to see just how incredible sex could be until all of his shyness and embarrassment melted away, until the only thing that remained was pure pleasure.
“Hey,” I whispered.
He met my eyes, still so very dark and blown out.
“Do you want me to suck you off?”
His cock twitched in my grip, but he blinked rapidly like I’d started speaking another language. “O-oh. You don’t have to. Isn’t it…I don’t know…gross?”
“The thought of sucking your cock makes me painfully hard,” I told him. “It’s not gross.”
“But —”
“Trust me. I want to.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “You’re not going to bite it off, are you?”
“Of course not. At the risk of sounding like I’m bragging, I’m fairly proficient when it comes to giving head.”
I wondered if it would bother him, the reminder that I’d slept with lots of other guys before, but he didn’t blink. “So you can…deep-throat?”
“I can. Even something like this.” I lifted his heavy erection. “But, to be honest, it’s not as popular as you’d think.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m not. As soon as I learned how to deep throat, I quickly realised a lot of guys like it when you can’t swallow it all. It might be an ego thing, like, oh, you’re so big, it barely fits in my tiny wet mouth.” I grinned wickedly at the expression on Leo’s face. “So what’ll it be? Do you want me to deep-throat you, or do you want me to choke on your cock?”
He made a strangled noise. “I don’t want you to choke. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“I won’t,” I promised. “Deep-throat it is.”
I didn’t go straight into swallowing him down, of course. First, I took my time licking the sensitive head, pressing my tongue against the slit, coaxing beads of pre-cum out.
Leo’s breathing sounded controlled, but his hands gripped the sheets on either side of him, his knuckles turning white.
I lapped at the frenulum and the length of the underside, then I started getting the rest of him wet and sloppy with saliva until his entire length was coated with clear liquid — a messy mix of spit and pre-cum. Finally, I slowly and carefully sank my mouth down the length of him, letting my jaw relax and adjust.
It was only when I had both hands on the side of his muscular thighs, fingers digging into his skin, with my nose pressed against his pubic hair, inhaling the clean, masculine scent of him, that Leo started moaning with abandon. He must’ve been so overwhelmed with the sensation that he forgot to be embarrassed.
“Oh no.” His voice was so breathy that if I weren’t occupied with sucking him, I’d have humped against the mattress at the sound of him. “Oh no, I’m gonna — fuck, I’m gonna —”
His cock began to pulse differently.
“Winnie,” he warned, voice broken.
I was about to tighten the seal of my lips around him because most guys liked to finish inside a hot mouth, but Leo was different to most guys — maybe he was shyer or more polite — because he pushed my shoulders back. He slipped out of my mouth with a lewd pop, the deep pink head bumping against my chin, before slapping his lower belly and painting his abdomen with cum.
The sight was, to be honest, glorious.
His cheeks were flushed, his perfect lips wide open as his entire body shuddered through his orgasm. Once he stopped shooting, I grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on my bedside table. Leo, seemingly back to Earth, took them from me and cleaned himself, his eyes still glazed.
I sat cross-legged on the bed. Leo gingerly pushed himself up so he was sitting against the headboard. “Thank you,” he said quietly.
“You don’t need to thank me. Was it okay?”
