I use my hand for the base, twist a little, swirl my tongue at the head. His cock pulses in my mouth, and he continues to thrust, taking over the control of the impromptu blowjob.
This position isn’t my favorite, and just as I reach out to push him back to get more in control, I feel his hot release shooting into the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “I’m coming.”
I don’t have much of an option other than to swallow, and I’m appreciative of the lessons my college roommate insisted I learn about shot gunning beers. If not, I might’ve actually choked.
Pulling away and standing up straight, he rests a hand on his chest. “Sorry, Holly. I didn’t expect that.”
“It’s okay,” I say, only half-lying.
He picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. Somehow, he’s hard again. Or still hard. I’m not really sure. Either way, I wish he’d finish what he started on the couch.
Reaching into the nightstand, Ken grabs a condom and rolls it on. He climbs onto the bed and settles between my legs, easing inside.
It feels good, but I’m not as ready as I was earlier. After a few thrusts, we’re in business, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he thrusts into me.
“You seemed to take a bit to get off out there,” he whispers into my ear. “I hope it’s not the same in bed.”
That feels like judgement. Never once did he ask if I liked it, or if there was something I wanted him to keep doing.
“I was close in the living room,” I say, unsure why it feels like he’s criticizing me. “You stopped about two minutes too soon.”
“Most women don’t take that long with my mouth on them.”
Well, good for them.
I try to kiss him, but he avoids me, turning his head so I kiss his jaw instead. “You had my cum in your mouth.”
It’s good enough for me but too good for him?
He sucks on my neck, shifting us to give more friction to my clit as he drives into me, and it feels good. My annoyance disappears as the familiar warmth builds, and I pant, praying he doesn’t stop before I finish. Again.
“Call my name,” he whispers. “When you come, call my name.”
Swiveling his hips, he hits the right spots. The ones that continue to build the pleasure I missed out in the living room. And he does have impressive stamina. He doesn’t tire, and he looks in my eyes as he continues, seemingly reading my expression.
Two more thrusts and I’m done, trembling as I finally come. “Ken!”
“Holly,” he grits out, pulling back as he slams into me a few more times before stilling, a strained look on his face.
He pulls out and lies down, yanking the condom off and tossing it into the garbage. It wasn’t the best sex I’ve had, but it was good.
“Glad it didn’t take too long,” he says, pulling me into his arms. “I hate finishing first.”
“Guess you would’ve had to finish me off in another way,” I say with a smirk.
He gently bites my shoulder. “Are you tired?”
“Not really.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“I have plans for tonight. Making you beg for mercy type of plans.”
It doesn’t sound like a terrible plan. “Is that right?”
