It’s so thick, I can tell at a glance I’d struggle to close my fingers around the base. It’s jutting out towards me. It’s inches away from my face. Saliva pools in my mouth. I swallow it down mindlessly. It’s nothing to get excited about. It’s a Pavlovian response, that’s all it is. It’s just the way my body responds to seeing a boner. I shuffle on my knees to get closer to him.
It’s okay. No need to worry. I’m just teasing him. I’m going to stop soon.
I’m going to start stopping any second now.
I don’t. Instead, I lean forward and run my nose up from his base to his fat, swollen head. I inhale like an addict. His scent hits me like a drug. I do it again. This time I follow my nose with my tongue. His skin feels velvety and feverish against the slickness of my tongue.
Okay,I tell myself.You’ve done it. You’ve teased him. You can stop now.
Start stopping now.
Dear God, why am I not stopping?
I can’t help it. I can’t stop. My dinosaur brain seems to be responding to the pheromones this primitive male is emitting. It’s awful. I’m out of control. I’m deathly susceptible to whatever it is he’s putting out. The next time my tongue swipes across his length, I slurp him into my mouth. I hear a sharp intake of breath from him when I do it. My mouth is full. Overflowing with dick. I suck my cheeks in until he shuffles his feet, spreading his legs a little to ground himself. I pull back, flicking his slit with my tongue, tasting his arousal. It seeps into me, settling in my balls. I’m so hard, I can’t think. I can’t think one single thing. I open my eyes and look up at him. His fists are balled at his sides. His head is thrown back. His arms and his legs and his core are all tense. Tightly coiled, about to spring free. I resign myself right then and there. I understand what’s happening – I’ve made a poor choice and I’m about to pay the price. I know for certain I’m about to receive the skull fucking of my life. I don’t fight it. I accept my fate. I close my eyes and open wide, bracing for impact.
It doesn’t come.
He hardly moves. At best, or worst, depending on your perspective, he simply rocks his hips slightly. I have no choice but to take the lead, sinking down on him and sucking firmly when I pull back. He gives a ragged gasp when I do it. The sound urges me on. I double my efforts. I blow him until my jaw is exhausted. He looks down at me, his eyes are dull with need. His mouth is ajar. I have an awful feeling I don’t look much better.
“D’you want more?” he asks.
I have no idea what he’s offering but I know whatever it is, I want it. I look up at him and nod with my mouth still full of his dick. He reaches down and runs a hand through my hair. He does it gently. So gently, it activates every nerve on my scalp. My hair feels like it’s standing on end. He traces my jawline with the tips of his fingers. He tilts my chin up a tiny bit, angling my throat to take a fucking. I brace and keep still as he starts to move. Again, I’m positive he’ll be rough. Again, I’m wrong. He thrusts into my mouth with care. Slowly. Painfully, painfully slowly. He goes deep but before he gets to the point I can’t handle, he draws back. He does it again and again. He does it until my throat is raw, my lips are tingling and he’s not the only one moaning. He does it until my eyes are watering and my chin is streaked with saliva.
He pulls out abruptly. I can’t tell if my mouth is open from shock, or as an invitation for him to put his dick back in it. He takes my hair in his hand again, ever so slightly firmer this time and tilts my head back as far as it will go. I’m looking straight up at him. His eyes are boring down on me and the next second he leans down. He leans in. He kisses me softly. His lips are firm. Dense. Intense. His mouth finds mine open. It’s a hungry, needy kiss. A kiss that should repulse me. A kiss I should obviously refuse. Instead, I do the exact opposite. I suck his tongue and bottom lip into my mouth and clamp my hands around his neck as tightly as I can.
He pulls back and while I’m still reeling from his kiss, he feeds me his cock again. I’m crazed. I can’t get enough. Every cell in my body is primed for release. My nerve endings are frayed. Screaming for relief.
“D’you want to swallow?” His voice is deep and thick, just like his cock.
I groan and nod my consent.
He thrusts into my mouth two, three, four more times and then explodes. I swallow and swallow. I feel the heat of his load as it rushes down my throat. By the time I open my eyes, he’s tucking himself into his pants and is buckling his belt. He looks relaxed. Refreshed. The full weight of the insanity of what I’ve just done hits me. I’m lightheaded with fury. A good portion of my rage is aimed at him, but the rest of it sits squarely on my shoulders.
What. The. Fuck. Was. That?
What was I thinking? How in God’s name did I let that happen?
For the first time since I can remember, I have no idea what to say. I don’t have a clue what to say and nor do I know how to behave. I look at him. His face is as stupid as ever. Clearly, I’ll get no answers there. I jump to my feet and hurry to the bathroom muttering something about needing a shower. My voice is worryingly shrill. I slam the bathroom door and look for a lock in vain. I’m so keyed up, I feel like an aneurism is a very real possibility if I don’t get a release soon. I lean one hand heavily on the sink and free my dick with the other. I jerk as hard and fast as I can. I come with a hideous, high-pitched whine. The second wave of pleasure has yet to hit, when I catch sight of his broad frame in the mirror.
“Wha..?” I shout in fright.
He doesn’t react for a second and then the insufferable ass has the nerve to say, “You’re stroking too hard. If you keep that up you’ll give yourself a death grip.”
“Fuck off,” I say, and dear God, do I mean it.
He gives me a strange look. Not soft, but not hard either. “Talk nice when you have my DNA in your belly.”
To my endless horror, my treacherous cock pulses in lust.
Chapter 6
Asshole
Ifreelyadmitthisjob is turning out to be more challenging than I was expecting. A lot more. Usually, I’m prepared for anything a mark might do. I run reams of scenarios in my mind before we take them, and I plan for every eventuality. It’s been a very, very long time since something happened that I didn’t see coming. In fact I can hardly remember the last time it happened. I know for sure there’s never been a case like this before. A case whereIam the one who did something I didn’t see coming.
What was I thinking, asking him to suck my cock?
I don’t know what to make of my behavior. I’m stunned by it. Appalled. It’s unprofessional, that’s what it is. I don’t know what came over me. Yes, the guy’s exceptionally good-looking. Yes, his body’s insanely hot. And yes, he moves like some sort of mythical feline creature. But I’m me. I don’t let anyone get to me, no matter how pretty or perfect they are. I have this thing called self-control, that’s why.
