“On the floor,” I replied.“To give you a blowjob?”
If it were possible, his cheeks flushed even deeper.“No.I mean… your knees will hurt, and you might get bruised,” he said, stammering.
“I can just stand, and you?—”
I will confess.I didn’t know much about men.But from everything I read online, no man would trail off getting their dick sucked by a willing partner.
Yet Dylan seemed insistent on procrastinating getting his penis sucked.
Truly strange.
“Dylan,” I said, taking his hands and gently pulling him toward the edge of the bed.“Can you shut up and let me play with you?”
His eyes widened as he nodded slowly.
I smiled, squeezing his hand, my voice soft but commanding.“Can you say it?So I know you’re consenting?—”
“Yes, God yes, Katie,” he breathed out, barely able to stop himself.“Do whatever you want with me.With my body, with my cock.Play however you want.Use me.”
His words sent a shiver straight through me, making my core clench.
I kissed his forehead, then lowered myself between his thighs, a shy smile playing on my lips.
My hands trailed from his taut abs down to his hips, fumbling slightly as I struggled to lower the zipper of his jeans.Time seemed to slow down.Just him and me, cocooned in a bubble of heat, anticipation, and lust.
My inexperience showed when I awkwardly fumbled with his pants, but he didn’t mind.He stepped in, easing them down until he was in nothing but white boxers, the fabric already stained with pre-cum.
His eyes—which were bright green moments ago—darkened to jade as he watched me part my lips and lick the wet spot through the thin material.
Dylan cursed, and the erotic sound raised goosebumps all over my body.I sucked him through his boxers, repeating the same actions he had done that night when he had licked me through my panties.
“Fuck—ugh!” he exhaled sharply, his breath hitching as goosebumps rose on my skin from the rawness in his voice when I kept teasing him.
“S-stop,” he murmured, his voice straining and cheeks flushing.“Just… remove my boxers.Please.”
“Yeah?”I asked, licking my lips, the hunger and desire to please him growing.“You want me to get rid of your boxers, Dylan?”
“Please, Katie.”His dick pulsed harder as he nodded.“I’ll be your good boy and stay still.I’ll let you do whatever you wa—fuckme.”
I slowly pulled down his boxers, marveling at his pretty length before holding it in my hand.It was hard, impossibly thick, and every pulse sent heat through my fingertips.
How the hell could something so big fit well inside me when I could barely wrap my hand around it?
But those thoughts vanished as his whimpers and moans flooded the space between us, stoking my desire.
I was far more aroused than I had expected to be, lost in the sensation of his hot skin under my tongue, licking the small beauty mark on his shaft.The way his body trembled beneath my touch, the lewd faces he made and the intoxicating weight of his cock in my hand.Everything made my senses overwork until the only goal I had in my mind was to make him cum.
“J-just don’t use your teeth,” Dylan gasped, his breathing ragged when I leaned in closer to lick the fat mushroom tip that was glistening.
He let out a low curse, sending another shiver through me when I repeated my actions.I hummed, tasting the faint soap and masculine scent of him.I cupped his length, admiring the ridges of veins traveling from the base with his trimmed hair to the tip and followed the same path with my tongue.
“K-Katie!”he groaned, his hips flexing instinctively.
“Yes, Dylan?”I asked with a smile and fully enjoyed the way he unraveled under my touch.
He almost pouted.“You’re being mean.”
“Am I now?”I teased, my lips brushing his tip again as another bead of pre-cum leaked, my thumb caressing the crown.
