I’m still coughing and choking with cum hanging from my goddamn nose when Etna finishes. He laughs breathlessly as he reaches for me. I don’t know what he grabbed, but he wipes my face and holds this damn piece of cloth to my nose. “Blow.”
I do and cough some more.
“I’m going to be living with your cum in my sinuses forever now,” I complain, my voice sounding like I might die from drowning.
Etna tries not to laugh as he continues to wipe my face. He rolls and brings back a bottle of water. “I told you I was coming.”
“But you kept saying my name and I swear, you put a spell on me,” I whine.
This time, he laughs as I take sips of water. That helps. I slowly get my shit under control so I can glare at him. But even through his laughter, I can see the concern. I can see the soft look in his eyes and feel the way he’s brushing his thumb across my skin gently. Soothingly.
“You okay?” he asks after a minute. “What do you need? What can I do to help?”
I take a deep breath and shake my head. “Nothing. I’m good.”
“Was it awful?”
I shake my head again. “No. But I think I was so focused on how hot you looked because of what I was doing to you that I barely realized what was happening.”
His grin climbs. “I meant cum in your mouth. The taste. Was it awful?”
“Oh.” I swallow. There are still remnants of his cum, but I’d wager that’s not the full taste. I look at his stomach, noting he’s already cleaned it up. “I don’t remember. I was too busy fighting for my life.”
Etna barks a laugh. “Death by dick.”
“Death by cum,” I correct. “The dick part was fine. Inhaling cum? Not so fine.”
He continues to laugh loudly and struggle as I may, I can’t fight my smile. I’d love to pout further, but I love his laughter. His smile. And yeah, that’s kind of a fun memory we can look back on. Still, I nailed my first blow job.
Right?
“So… how was it?”
Etna’s smile turns sly and I flush. I shouldn’t have asked. Before I can turn away and hide my face burning, he pulls me down and rolls us onto our sides. “Perfect,” he says. “Unbelievably good.”
“You’re not just saying that because I nearly died on your cum?”
He chuckles. His finger moves against my cheek again. “Best blow job ever, Keno. I swear. You can suck me anytime.”
I sigh. Okay, fine. I’ll take the compliment.
“It’s almost ten. The guys will be here in like forty minutes. I’m not sure I’m going to make it through giving my first bj, but I can jerk you like a champ. Save the bj for tonight?”
“Choking took the sexy out of me,” I whine, trying to keep a straight face.
He laughs. “You sure?”
I nod. “Yes. Go take a shower and I’ll start brunch. Then you can babysit the oven while I shower.”
“Make sure you wash your hands. No one wants cum-filled frittata.”
I roll my eyes, slapping him as he rolls away from me, still laughing. Little bitch.
Most of what I planned to make today I prepped last night, so all it needs is to get into the oven in their complete dishes. I stick the French toast casserole and savory bacon and maple scones into the oven. We have an all-in-one air fryer oven on the counter that I load eight little individual serving frittata dishes into.
My fresh bread is sliced, and the homemade jam my mother sent is out. By the time Etna comes into the kitchen looking like a morning treat, I have fruit out for him to chop.
Horny and Julian are right on time. I head for the door, trying to get the last coughs out as I go. The sensation that there’s something sitting in my lungs and the hint of cum taste in my mouth every time I inhale makes me want to keep coughing.
