“Will you teach me how you’d like me to suck you off?” I ask, batting my lashes. “I don’t know how.”
“You’ve never sucked a dick before?”
I make a face, falling out of character. “I’ve tried a couple of times. The first time, he?—”
“No details. I don’t need to know the details.”
I shrug. “You asked.” I twirl for him, then straddle his knees so he can get a good look at me in the overpriced nylon piece he spent his hard-earned money on. “Do you like this?”
He holds my thighs in his hands as he looks me up and down, his gaze relishing my every bend and curve. I know he notices my scar again—I can tell by his finger dragging across it—but he doesn’t bring it up.Thank God.
Standing before him, feeling so admired, is exhilarating. There’s nowhere to hide, nowhere to tuck away the little pieces of me that I find less than perfect. And he takes me in, every inch of me, like I’m every dream he’s ever had.
“I’m speechless,” he says, as if he can’t believe he’s admitting that to me. “You’re … there are no adjectives to do you any justice.” His eyes find mine. “I wish you could see yourself as I see you.” His smile is soft. “You’d walk into every room with your head held high and not give a damn about what anyone thought about you—becauseyou’dknow you were everything.”
A lump settles in my throat at the tenderness of his words. Even in a moment like this, with his cock hard and my offering every distraction, he puts me first. My needs. What I need to hear.
“Teach me how to make you feel good,” I say softly.
He scrapes his bottom lip over his teeth and then sits taller. “Get on your knees.”
I hold his gaze as I position myself between his legs.
He takes my hand and wraps it around his girth. The velvet-coated steel reminds me of how it feels sliding inside my pussy. I fight a moan as my muscles clench, begging for him to pound me.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I want fucked.”
His smile is nothing if it’s not dangerous. “Lick my cock.” He releases my hand so it’s only me touching him.
I start at the base and drag my tongue to the tip in one long motion. His fingers dig into the chair as he watches me swirl my tongue around the head.
Emboldened by his approval, I sit taller. I take my time licking his shaft, watching him for any indication of what he likes most. I suck a line up the underside, lightly pulling the skin into my mouth as I move my lips, my saliva performing as the perfect lubrication.
“Fuck, Doc. I thought you didn’t know how to do this?”
I flick my tongue against the tip. “Am I doing a good job?”
“You are every man’s dream.” He groans, flexing against my hand. “Suck it. Pull the head between your lips.”
I kneel even higher so my mouth hovers over his cock and then slide my lips over the smooth skin.
“Your mouth feels so good,” he says. “It’s so hot and wet like your pussy when I fuck it.”
I hum a moan, the vibration making him growl into the air.
“Take me in and out,” he says, holding my head in his hands and guiding me up and down just the way he wants it. “Squeeze me a little harder and pump your fist.” He hisses. “That’s so good. You’re doing such a good job. Now take your other hand and touch yourself.”
I’m momentarily stunned. Touch myself? That’s not what I’m doing here.
“Do it,” he says, leaving no room for argument. “Sink your fingers into your pussy.”
I slide my hand between my legs and into my slit. It’s hot and sticky—my flesh swollen in anticipation of getting his cock. Every touch is like being electrocuted, and I shudder, moaning around his dick in my mouth.
“Are you wet?” he asks through gritted teeth.
I nod, spit dribbling down his length and hitting the floor. I rub a circle around my clit, whimpering at the sensation it sends rippling through me.
