She tightened her fist, slowly, carefully.Knox grunted, thighs shifting restlessly, and he hardened in her hand.“Like that?”
“Just like that.Now, give the head a lick.”
She flicked her gaze up to Knox’s face as she bent her head.He was watching her, those misty eyes heavy and dark.Emboldened, she held his gaze, stuck out her tongue, and licked.
Salt and musk hit her tongue as his groan hit her ears.Encouraged, she licked again, swirling around the head like she was catching drips off an ice cream cone, and a very satisfying shudder went through him.
Licking her lips to savor the flavor, she glanced at Jesse.“Now what?”
His eyes were dark, his cheeks flushed.“Go to work, girl.”
Taking that as permission to do whatever she wanted, she did just that.Keeping that solid grip, she licked, lapped, nibbled and sipped.When she ran out of real estate, she shifted her hand and slid her tongue down, following the ridge running along the underside of his length.She skimmed with her teeth on the way back up, testing, teasing, and giggled when he cursed her in a choked roar.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” Jesse marveled.“I never get him to say that word.”
“Teeth,” she told him, shifting Knox’s dick out of the way to send him a wink.“You gotta use your teeth.”
“Noted.”Eyes wide, he watched her slip her mouth over the top of and suck it in.“Fuck, that’s hot.”
Recognizing the gleam in his eye, she shook a finger at him.“Not your turn,” she mumbled around her mouthful of dick, and sucked Knox to the back of her throat.
Closing her eyes, blocking out Jesse’s muttered groans of encouragement, she concentrated on relaxing her jaw.She wanted him deep, as deep as she could take him.Spit dripped out of her open mouth to trickle down his shaft, coating her hand, his balls as she worked, up and down, going a little deeper each time.She gurgled and gagged on the down stroke, caught her breath on the up.His dick was hard as a rock now, hot silk over marble in her hand, her mouth, and his hips were pumping to meet her halfway.
She added a hum to the gurgle and gag, just to see what would happen, and crowed with erotic triumph when his hands came up to clench in her hair.She braced herself to be guided, directed, but he simply held on and let her do what she wanted.
His dick was slick with her spit, with the pre-come that was dribbling out of him in a steady, sticky stream.His balls were soaked, all but sitting in a puddle in her cupped palm.She petted them, trying to coordinate with her other hand, but the angle was awkward, the rhythm off.
“Pull them,” Jesse said.
Coming up for air, she turned to him, panting.
“His balls,” he elaborated in response to her unspoken question.“Gentle tugs.Easier than stroking.”
“Oh, shit,” Knox groaned, his dick twitching in her hand, against her mouth.“Jesse, stop helping.”
“No,” Jesse said and Chloe dipped her head back down, swallowing Knox again, and tugged on his balls.
The effect was electric.
One tug, two.On the third slow, gentle pull he went stiff, his dick dipping in her hand like a divining rod.
“Hold it,” Jesse all but shouted.“Hold him there.”
She obeyed, keeping the tension on his testicles, pushing her throat down on his cock.He was shaking under her, hands tight in her hair, garbled curses spilling in a rambling stream from his lips.
“When you let go, he’s gonna come,” Jesse warned.
She gave him the smallest of nods, tried to communicate with her eyes that she understood.Jesse’s face was so close, his eyes filled with a frantic, almost desperate excitement.
“Ready?”he asked.
She nodded again, swallowing around Knox’s cock.His shout made her ears ring.
Jesse laid his fingers on the wrist of the hand holding Knox’s balls tautly away from his body.“Let go, Chloe.”
She took a deep breath through her nose and opened her hand, releasing the tension.And Knox came.
He flooded her mouth in hard, heavy spurts.She swallowed, fast and frantic, but she couldn’t keep up, and it spilled past her lips to dribble down his shaft, over her hand.He shook and shouted, grunted and groaned, then collapsed in limp sprawl on the sofa, panting for breath with his hands still tangled in her hair.
