I cover my eyes, feeling a bitmortified.
“Don’t be embarrassed. This happens to everyone.” That sounds like another great book title toconsider.
“No, it doesn’t,” Iargue.
“Just relax,” he whispers as he slithers down the center of my body, dragging his lips down to the bareness below. Liam’s stubble slowly scrapes against my inner thighs as he kisses up and down before centering his attention on the throbbing sensation insideofme.
Before making any sort of contact, which I might cry for in a minute, he lifts his head, tearing the sheets away. “I don’t know what kind of men you’ve been with, and I don’t think I care, but I hope you can handle what I want togiveyou.”
I’m seriously going to finish before he even touches me if he says one more thinglikethat.
“Okay,” Iwhimper.
His hands press against my knees, forcing them apart and down, nearly flat against his bed. He places his weight on top of them and laps me up from one end to the other, making me cry out. His hand slides under my tailbone as he lifts me off the bed, angling me in an odd way. Strange as it is, though, I trust whatever he’s doing. I’m not going to fight it, atleast.
His tongue presses inside of me, twisting and turning around my clit, gently grinding back and forth causing only a pleasurable type of agony. He sucks in and blows cool air into me as his scruff continues to scratch the inner liningoflips.
My body moves on its own at the loss of control. He’s driving the pleasure and governs everything inside of me. As his tongue continues pulsating inside, his finger explores an area no one has evergonenear.
I’m nervous for only a moment as he wets the tip of his finger with the excess of what my body is offering him and presses it into the other free space below.Um, that’s myasshole.
Scared and kind of loving it simultaneously, there is only a long five-second span of time that I can hold myself together. My cries have turned into screams, and I’m thrusting against him with every ounce of energy I have left. He presses his finger inside a little higher, placing pressure where his tongue meets on the other side, and I release into a puddle of nothing—panting, whimpering, hoping to God there is more where that came from because holy hell, I think I might have just died and gone to orgasmheaven.
He pulls his face away, wiping his mouth off onhisarm.
“Do you want a towel?” I ask him, knowing he’s not only wiping my she-cum off on his arm, but his finger was just all the way upthere. Now, a minute after the fact, I kind of shudder at thethought.
“That’s all you have to say,” helaughs.
“You stuck your finger up my butt ... so I’m not exactly sure what the etiquette response is for that.” Why am I not embarrassed to say this out loud? This man literally just fingered my asshole, and I’m totally coolwithit.
“Thank you works,” he says with asexygrin.
“I don’t prefer to say thank you with my words right now. I’d like toshowmygratitude.”
Liam doesn’t struggle to switch positions with me as I end up straddling him, getting a better look at his impressive size, which was way smaller in my imagination. The only thing going through my mind now is how much that’s going tohurtme.
“Has anyone ever told you how gifted you are?” I ask, probably blushing at thesametime.
“Yeah, every dude who towel-whipped me in the locker room throughoutcollege.”
“Ouch,” Ilaugh.
“I’m not as talented as you are, so I want to set your expectations low.” I feel like it’s a fair disclaimer because I’m not sticking my finger up his butt. “I don’t think I’m very rough like you are, either.” Nor should I be down there after I just kicked him tenminutesago.
“Oh,” he says, letting his unfinished thought linger. “I wasn’t trying to be rough back there. I was just warmingyouup.”
Speechless. I’ve just ended up in a situation I didn’t consider. “Everything is an experience,” my professors would always say. Even getting butt fingered I guess. Maybe I should offer it in return. I don’t want toberude...
“Look,” he says. “Just looking at you in this position could get me off.” His hands reach up and cup my dangling breasts as he squeezesfirmly.
I kiss my way down to his massive one-eyed monster, which under normal circumstances is not a metaphor I would use for a penis, but in his case, it seems appropriate. I observe it for a moment, softly stroking him with my fingertips before going down. I shouldn’t be trying to figure out if my mouth is wide enough for his size, but I think I’d feel a little better knowing it is before he tries to get that thing inside my precious peach that has gone unscathed for a year. I clench and sort of ache at thethought.
My lips barely fit around his girth but as I relax, my throat opens, and I impress myself with my capabilities, licking, sucking, twisting, and squeezing his balls gently in my hand as I jerk him off with my other. I hear him huffing and grunting, grabbing the headboard of his bed and rattling it against the wall. His legs turn into stone beneath me and his breaths are hard and furious. Now or never, Iguess.
I remove my hand from his balls and dip it down until my fingers part his cheeks. Umm. I—I’m not loving this, but I poke one finger up, and he jerks upward into my mouth, letting his warmth slither down the back of my throat like a warm cream. Of course, I gag because the entire head of his penis is kind of lodged in my throat or feels that way, and I end up squeezing his shaft a little too firmly as I involuntarily spew his cum all over him and his sheets. No, no, no, no. Oh no. I suck. No, I can’t even suck at sucking. I just spit all over him after putting my finger up his butt. Who am I? What the hell am I doingrightnow?
It all happens very quickly, but he pulls me off him and brings me up to face level, laughing softly. “You aresomethingelse.”
