I really have no idea what I’m doing, so his praise and guidance are exactly what I need. Not to mention, the sight of him in the throes of pleasure because of me turns me on more than anything ever has before.
I just try to think about what I would like, so I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and bob my head up and down, sucking harder on each stroke.
“Fuck,” he groans, drawing the word out in a gravelly, gasping sound.
My movements become more intense with each groan, grunt, and whimper that leaves his mouth. His pleasure is my goal, and I can’t believe how good it feels formeto make him feel good. My cock is throbbing under the water, and I can’t stop the way it thrusts subtly against the wall.
“Shelby, slow down,” he mutters with a pained expression.
I do as he says, letting my lips linger at the head of his cock. And when I feel a drop of his salty precum hit my tongue, I nearly come in my briefs.
“Give me a little teeth,” he requests, looking down at me with his pupils blown wide.
Confused, I gently scrape my teeth along the length of his shaft. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his legs break out in goose bumps, and he sucks an agonized breath through his teeth.
“Fuck, that hurts,” he groans, so I quickly pop my head off and gaze up at him in shock.
“I’m s-sorry,” I stammer.
With a sexy smile, he buries a hand in my hair and leads my mouth back to his cock. “No, I liked it. Do it again.”
Unsure, I lean back down and take him back into my mouth,letting him feel a hint of pain from my teeth again. He moans louder than ever and thrusts his hips up into my mouth.
“Fuck yes, Shelby. Now, make me come.”
Lost to the sound of his pleasure, I stroke his cock with my tongue and lips, picking up speed, eager to hear more of his praise.
I’m so close to the edge myself as Declan fists my hair, writhing and thrusting. My cheeks hollow out as I move, sucking harder and harder. All I want is to feel his release on my tongue. This power over him is intoxicating.
My hips continue thrusting, searching for friction. With one husky grunt from him, I lose control. My body erupts with euphoria, my cock pulsing as I hum around him. The warmth of my own release fills my briefs, and I shudder with a hint of embarrassment.
“Did you just come?” he asks breathlessly.
Without pulling my mouth from his shaft or stopping my movement, I nod with a wince.
“Goddamn, that’s hot,” he replies.
The hand in my hair moves to the back of my neck, and he grips me affectionately as he guides my head down on his cock so he’s fucking my throat. With a thunderous, fatal-sounding groan, he tenses.
His dick is impossibly hard as he releases. Warm, salty jets of his cum coat my tongue and throat. I don’t want to take my mouth off of him, so I do my best to swallow, but it quickly starts to choke me.
I cough and spurt, his seed dripping into the pool water. My hand is still wrapped around his shaft, stroking him through his orgasm.
With his grip still on my neck, he melts onto the floor. Releasing his cock, I press my face to his bare thigh and try to force my heart to slow down.
“That was pretty incredible,” he says breathlessly.
The praise makes me smile against his leg. There’s not a sensible thought in my head. I’m just swimming in euphoria, literally. I just gave my first blow job to my best friend and came without even touching myself. Is this what heaven feels like?
Declan seems to be caught in the same postorgasm haze. After a few moments, he sits up. I lift my face from his lap and dare to look into his eyes. To my relief, it’s not uncomfortable or weird. There’s a part of me that fears everything between us will be different now, but judging by the look in his eyes, we’re still us.
“So…?” he asks.
“What are you looking at me for?” I reply. “I should be asking you…how did I do?”
“Bloody good for your first time, Shakespeare.” Casually, he tucks his softening cock back into his briefs.
I grin proudly to myself.
