Shit, I may not have been ready for what we did before in the shower that day, but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t crossed my mind everyday since. I want this, I want him, and I want itnow. I am more than ready to move on from just masturbating, and let him—only him, theonlyman I trust—to handle me how I deserve.
I know he’s strong enough for it. I should haveneverdoubted him before.
“Fuck you, I am not bending down to pick that up and do it all over again. I'm not too stupid to realize that you’re insulting me.”
“I’ve never thought you were too stupid, Gannett. Underneath all the goofiness is a very smart man. That’s why, when I tell you to get on your knees and pick up that key, I think you’ll know what Ireallywant you on your knees for…”
His eyes go wide, then he blinks at me in shock. “You’re hard,” he notes breathily.
I nod, running my palm down over my jeans, pressing in to cup my throbbing erection.
“You want me to…?” His question trails off, his gaze flitting down as he licks his bottom lip.
“Itrustyou to, yes,” I confirm. “I want you to suck me, Gannett. I want you to get down on your knees, and take this dick all the way to the back of your throat.” I cock an eyebrow at the obvious bulgebehind his work-worn Carhartt’s. “By the looks of it, you want that too, because you’re an eagerlittle cockslut, aren’t you?”
He visibly shudders. “My fuckin’ god,whyis that so hot? It should not be that fuckin’ sexy. Call me that again…”
I arch an eyebrow up. “You want to be my greedy little cockslut?”
“I very much do, when you put it like that.”
“Yeah, Gannett,” I sigh, “you’re kinda killing the vibe a little when you do that shit, you know?”
“Right. Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes. “Uh, just a little nervous, that’s all. I, um, well—you know—I’ve never done that before.”
“Well aware,” I quip.
“But you’re… okay with it? I mean, like, me sucking your dick?”
“Pretty sure that’s what I insinuated when I asked you to do just that…”
“Right.” He nods skeptically, getting down on his knees in front of me. “So I juuuust… pull you on out?”
Well, this is getting real awkward pretty fuckin’ quickly…
“Yeah, Gannett. Unless you’re skilled enough to do it through my jeans. Here, do you needmeto do it?” I unbutton my pants, unzip my fly, and shove my jeans and boxers down so they pool around my ankles. My still semi-hard dick springs free, slapping him up under his chin.
“Ohh, fuuuck,” he groans. “Do that again…”
I—I can’t with this fuckin’ guy, I swear. He’s ridiculous, but I—fuck, I think it’s endearing, his earnest eagerness. I grab my cock near the base, slapping him in his face a couple of times. He chases each slap with his open mouth. “You like being dick-slapped?” I ask him.
“Fuck yeah,” he chuffs. “Give me more, and tell me whata greedy slut I am.”
I cannot express how truly unprepared I was for this side of Gannett. Nor am I all that great at dirty talk, so I feel just as ill-equipped here too. What I said before just kind of came to me. It’s in the types of porn I used to get off to. I like the rough stuff, I like envisioning myself in the scenarios, but never as the submissive. I’m told, by my new doc, that makes sense, since I need to feel in control of the situation in order to feel safe.
He makes me feel safe. Gannett Waters, of all fuckin’ people.That’sthe control he was trying to give me when we were in the shower that night, and I was just too blinded by fear to see it at the time.
Acknowledging that now, I can visualize us navigating this together. Like beacons in the night, we can guide each other to safe harbor. I can give him parts of me and trust him with it, just like he can explore his sexuality more, and hopefully he knows that I would never use it against him. Never again will I let that happen; I made that oath after I saw the damage I did before.
“Open your mouth, and stick out your tongue. Show me just how much of a greedy slut you are,” I command, giving myself a few pumps to get myself fully hard again. He does as I ask, expectantly peering up at me through his long, dark lashes, waiting for my next move.
“Mmm, so eager for me to feed you this dick, aren’t you?”
He nods, and I pull back on my foreskin, guiding my cock into his mouth. As soon as I’m met with his wet heat, and the swirl of his tongue, I go weak in the knees. Fuck, if he’s worried about being a novice at this, he shouldn’t be. I’m about to become a two-pump chump.
In order to regain my balance, I nudge my foot forward, the tip of my boot nestling between his thighs. He grinds himself on the toe, moaning as I slip further between his lips. The vibrations fromhis sounds elicit a groan from me. On that, his eyes roll back, lashes fluttering.
He pops off, a trail of spit sagging between his lips and the head of my dick. He tilts his head, nuzzling into me as he licks a stripe from root to tip, swirling his tongue around the fold of my foreskin around my glans. Holy shit, that feels fuckin’ amazing, so fuckin’ amazing I stagger backwards at the realization of it all.
