His head tilted up to me after having bent down to scratch Sarge’s head, and I could see the stress lines and exhaustion all over his face. I closed the gap between us and wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tight.
“You okay?” he asked me, ever the concerned protector.
“You’re my safe space, Hector, and I’m happy to be yours too. If you need to rant, I want you to feel comfortable doing that with me. If you need a hug, advice, or if you need me in other ways, I’m here for that too.”
He didn’t say anything to me, just stared deeply into my eyes. It was moments like this when I wished he had a super readable face like I did. I would love to know the thoughts swirling deep in those dark eyes.
“You don’t need to solve every problem or make sense of everything right away. Sometimes it’s just better to take a breath and enjoy what’s in front of you.”
“You’re right in front of me,” he replied.
I guess now was the time to try my new tactic. I lowered myself onto my knees in front of him.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m about to take some of your stress away by providing you with some joy,” I told him as I stared up at him, my hands going to the waistband of his pants.
“Iris, you take my stress away just by being here,” he said, but I saw the heat in his eyes. “You don’t need to do that.”
See? Good guy.
“I know I don’t, but I want to.”
His non response was my cue to continue—or at least that was how I was taking it.
I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, allowing him the time to stop this if he wasn’t feeling up to it. Instead, his gaze only intensified.
“Sarge, bed,” Hector commanded, and Sarge listened, albeit reluctantly, as he whined the whole way over to his bed.
I pulled the front of his pants and underwear down just enough to free his now growing cock. The man didn’t shave his chest, but down here, he groomed to perfection. I ran my fingers over the tip softly before grabbing the rest of him in my fist and stroking him as I looked up. His eyes were sparkling with heat, but I could tell he was trying to control himself and let me be in charge and lead the way.
I was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I seized my opportunity. Tilting my head forward, I took him into my mouth. I slowly made my way down as far as I could before coming back up.
I had no idea what he liked, but I figured this could be a fun way to find out. Clearly I wasn’t doing a bad job, because his groans were definitely sending me a message of satisfaction.
“God, your mouth feels so good, Iris,” he announced in his husky voice.
His praise made me suck him in even harder. I felt his hands move to my scalp, and he began moving my hair away from my face. I glanced up at him, and his gaze was on me. The deep hunger was clear, but I could tell he was still holding back.
I removed my mouth with a pop as I released him. Then I licked my lips and stared back at him.
“Tell me how you like it?” I asked him.
“Exactly as you are,” he replied, but I sensed he was just saying that to appease me.
“Show me, please,” I urged.
I saw him fighting the battle mentally and decided to put him back in my mouth while I waited for him to make his decision. I put my lips around the head and sucked lightly while circling my tongue on the tip.
Welp, that did it.
Something in him snapped, because his hands were now firmly around the sides of my head and he was guiding me to take him deeper. I did, making sure to take my time with my tongue as I moved up and down. When he hit the back of my throat, I swallowed, effectively squeezing him and drawing out more gratification from him as he tightened his hold on me.
“Jesus, Iris,” he breathed out.
Hector was making so many pleasurable noises that it gave me confidence to try new things. His pleasure wasdriving up my lust as well, and I could feel myself getting wet between my legs.
To ease my growing need, I moved my legs back and forth while continuing to take him in my mouth. He noticed my movements and pulled my head back so that I released him. In the next moment, I was lifted to a standing position.
