I look at the way he's tenting his boxers then glance up for permission. His gaze is heated when he gives me a small nod.
I tug down on his boxers and his shaft comes into view first; I keep going. There’s more smooth skin, his thick length with veins like the ridges of a tree trunk, until the tip of him appears, heavy, hard and leaking.
He lets out a pained curse. His hand moves to his base to hold himself outright for me. I wrap my fingers around him, and he lets go, pumping a few times before licking my lips in anticipation.
“What are you doing to me, Rosie?” he groans. “You don’t have to do this.”
I scoff. “I know that.” As if he thinks I’m being forced to do things against my will.
I want this. I want to taste him. I want to smell him. I want to hold him in my hand and feel him thicken and release the same way that he felt me come apart.
My tongue darts out, lapping at the underside of his crown a few times, teasing. He tastes like clean skin and smells good.
I grip him in my hand tighter, watching how the skin bunches at the base as I stroke him from root to tip.
“Fuck,” he grumbles his head falling back against the kitchen wall to steady himself. His other hand moves to the back of my neck, threading through my hair and holding me in place.
I lick a line from his base up to the crown then flick a few times, before I put the whole tip of him inside my mouth, and suck downward. The skin on his cock is soft and smooth. I run my tongue around it in circles while hollowing out my cheeks.
“Rosie, shit. You’re so good,” he praises.
I smile around him, watching his thighs tremble and then push my way down further, breathing hard through my nose and trying not to choke like a rookie. When I get as far as I can, my hands pick up the slack with a firm pump.
I pull back a little, lick on the sides again then find his balls, those two massive things that just make sense with the rest of his build, and cup them before dragging a nail between the seam.
“Do that and I’m coming.” His voice sounds strained and when I look up at him, I don’t miss the way he’s looking at me. Eyes hooded and full of want.
Then I put his whole cock back into my mouth and suck down as far as I can go, huffing, humming and breathing while trying not to gag.
“Fuck, Rosie, swallow me. I want to feel your throat squeeze me.”
I pull back slightly then start again, all the way until I can’t take anymore and feel like I’m suffocating.
I force a swallow and end up gagging and choking around him. A tear runs down my cheek that he tracks with his thumb before sliding it into the side of my mouth that’s full of him.
“Just like that, beautiful,” he groans. “Taste it. Choke on it.”
I do it again. And again. Until I see his legs falter, his control unraveling and feel his fingers tightening in my hair until he’s pulling it.
There’s a heady satisfaction in knowing I can do this to him—make him come undone the same way he had me trembling beneath his touch this weekend. I’m silently grateful to the high school boyfriend who my dad hated but gave me plenty of practice.
“Just like that, baby. You’re taking me so good,” he rasps, voice hoarse. The praise sparks something reckless in me. My pussy throbs and clit aches to be touched. And when I let out a moan around his tip, sending vibrations against him, his reaction is immediate.
His gaze locks on mine, dark and searing, and the groan that leaves him is my name, ragged and desperate. “Rosie.”
Hot and thick, he spills into my mouth without any warning.
I choke, swallow and try to keep up. The heat of his seed fills my mouth. And just when I think he’s finished, a groan and another pulse hits.
I suck him harder, lick and swallow, determined not to let any go to waste. And by the time he’s done, we’re both breathless.
When I finally pull back, my lips are tingling. I glance up to find him staring down at me with a softer expression. We’re both panting but I know this isn’t over yet.
“You…,” he says as he shakes his head and drags his thumb across his bottom lip. “That wasn’t what I had planned for tonight.”
I start to stand, but his hands are on my shoulders before I can fully straighten, firm and commanding as they hold me in place, forcing me to look up at him. His fingers fall to my chin and cup it gently.
“Rosie… I…”
