Her tongue flicks out and grazes the tip of my cock, and I practically lose my mind. I have to grab the soap dish to stay upright as Lisa forms an O with her mouth and slowly sucks me in.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Her mouth is the softest thing I’ve ever felt in my life, warm and wet and so sweet that I might actually pass out. She takes me in deep, giving a low little moan as she sucks me in.
When she draws back, her green eyes flash as she tosses her ponytail over one shoulder. “Oh, I definitely think I’m going to like this.”
Chapter 9
Lisa
I’ve given blowjobs before, okay?
Tidy, post-shower fellatio with my hair pulled back and the perfect synchronicity of suction and tongue action. Minimal slobber, thank you very much.
But this is different. My own private test, if you will.
I suck Dax in as deeply as I can, seeing how far I can go, pushing my limits. I’d forgotten how huge he is, and there’s a moment of panic where I think I might gag and embarrass myself.
But I don’t gag. Instead, I relax. And in relaxing, I realize I like this. I love it, actually.
I love the way he fills my mouth, threading his fingers through my hair as I move slowly up and down his shaft, taking my time to explore every ridge with the flat of my tongue. He gasps when I graze a spot near the tip, so I focus more attention there, licking and sucking and making soft little circles. There’s slobber on my chin, but I don’t even care. How nuts is that?
His fingers tighten in my hair, and he groans. “Lisa,” he gasps. “You’re so fucking good at that.”
His words send a rattle of pleasure through me, and I love this version of myself. The one who can kneel on an unfamiliar shower floor and suck a guy off like a goddamn porn star. It’s empowering. It’s liberating. It’s?—
“Delicious,” I say, easing back to wipe a corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. A flutter of embarrassment wiggles in my chest, and I wonder if that’s really what the porn star version of myself would say. But it’s true and it feels right in the moment, so I say it again. “I like the way your cock tastes.”
The words sound weird and stilted, and for a moment I’m afraid my first attempt at dirty talk has fallen fat. But Dax stares at me with undisguised pleasure and tightens his grip in my hair. “God, you’re nothing like I expected.”
I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not, but I’ll take it as one. Truth be told, I’m surprising myself, too.
I’m also surprised to realize I like it when Dax talks dirty. I love it, actually. I love when he tells me what to do, and I really love hearing how something feels to him.
“Can I ask you for something?” The words spill from my mouth before I have a chance to think them through.
Dax grins. “You’re gripping my dick right now. You can ask me for a fucking pony if you want.”
I laugh as those words ripple through me. Not pony—I mean dick and fucking. Guys don’t talk to me like this, or at least not the ones I’ve dated.
I want more.
And while pre-Test Lisa would count on passive- aggressive cues or subtle moans to get what she wants, this one is going to ask for it.
“Talk dirty to me, Dax,” I say. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
He stares at me a moment, then nods. “I want you to suck my dick so hard your cheeks hurt,” he says. “See how much you can take.”
I groan and shift on my knees, conscious of the pressure between my legs. His words have me dripping with need, and I wonder if he knows it.
“Okay,” I say, and lick my lips.
Then I lick him again, starting slowly with the head. I swirl my tongue around him, then move down the shaft, sucking him deeper and deeper until I feel him touch the back of my throat. I see stars, but they’re not stars of discomfort.
They’re the good kind of stars.
His fingers spear into my hair, rougher this time. He must sense that’s what I want. “That’s it, baby,” he groans. “You suck me so good.”
