“Since we agreed on honesty, I have to say I don’t particularly enjoy being tormented like this.”
As if to disprove what he just said, another clear drop seeps out of his tip. I dutifully lick it clean, enjoying his salty tang once more, and send him a dubious smile. “Betrayed by your own body. Must be tough for you, Coleman.”
“Andrea, you will regret this when it’s my turn to tie you up.”
“You need to win a bet for that first.”
“That, or I could just—Ah, fuck!”
I don’t let him finish his threat, finally welcoming his shaft in my mouth. It’s only the tip at first, my tongue rolling around his swollen head while my hand pumps him from his base to my pursed lips. I try to recall everything I read in Cosmopolitan and on the internet. No teeth, suction, breathe through the nose, use spit, focus on the underside of the tip, eye contact… It’s a lot to think of at once.
Hopefully my enthusiasm will make up for mylack of practice. I sheath my teeth with my lips and take more of him in. With a languid rhythm, I bob my head up and down, running my tongue across the veiny skin, as smooth as satin. My cheeks are hollowed out, my eyes fixed on his, and I’m greedy to feel his pleasure burst out in my mouth.
“Fuck, yes… Just like that,” he groans. His face is red from my tormenting ministrations.
I must be quite the sight, with his thick length moving in and out of my mouth, because Lex moans, “I want to touch you. This is fucking torture.”
With a pop, I let his dick out of my mouth to gaze up and say, “It’s my moment, so deal with it, Coleman.”
Enthusiastically, I take him in my mouth again and suck on his cock harder, enjoying every frustrated and desperate sound that escapes him. A little too ardent, I increase the pace, still pumping his base with my fist.
He jolts under me with a slight hiss. “Andrea, teeth.”
Fuck. Moving up until he’s out of my mouth, I offer him a confounded grimace. “Sorry…”
“It’s okay. You’re doing great so far.”
When I take him in again, I force my jaw to open wider so I don’t risk grazing his tender skin again. I swallow as much of him as I can, reveling in his unique taste and texture on my tongue.
It’s frustrating to not have all of it, though. The part that doesn’t reach past my lips is taunting me, defying me to do better. I’ve never tried to go further than what the inside of my mouth can hold. Before Lex, blowjobs were a necessary duty, something I never found appealing. Right now, though, it’s as exhilarating as when I’m on the receiving end of his ministrations. I feel powerful instead of diminished.
He’s obviously enjoying my efforts, and it gives me the courage to try to take it further. Settling more comfortably, I let Lex’s dick glide as far as it can—about halfway in. When I open my throat and push further, the sensation of his cock in my esophagus is foreign. It isn’t comfortable, but it’s more than bearable.
Little by little, I take more of him, moving slightly up and lowering further every time. My eyes are closed to focus on my gag reflex and not puke all over him. To my great surprise, my nose reaches the trimmed hair of his lower abdomen. I’m less than an inch away from having it all in my mouth.
Because I’ve never had a reason to shove something down my throat, I’m only noticing now that I don’t have an overwhelmingly sensitive gag reflex. Amazed to have realized that, I look up at Lex, moving back slowly, and then I swallow all of him again, forcing myself down until my lips reach the base of his length. He’s positively helpless, his gorgeous face veiled with lust and desire.
“Andrea, I feel useless,” he argues. “Untie me so I can at least return the favor.”
Ignoring his pleas, I deepthroat him, feeling like a sex goddess. A little too enthusiastic, I trigger some gagging, which forces me to stop moving. Lex grunts, and given his rapturous expression, I understand my throat spasming around him must feel good. When it passes, I carefully resume my movements.
My jaw becomes sore, and I grow lightheaded, so I move on to his balls for a moment, pumping his cock with my hand as I do. I lick the thin skin and gently suck on them, taking as much as I can in the warmth of my mouth.
“Woman, you fucking lied.”
“About what?” I ask, releasing his ball to move on to the other.
“You’re incredible at this.” Joy and pride have my head spinning with delight. “I don’t want to come like this, but I can’t hold back much longer. You have to stop.”
As much as I want to feel his dick inside of me, I would rather make him come like this. I’m about to discover the taste of his cum, to feel it spurt out down my throat, to swallow it…
I adamantly take him in my mouth again, showing so much enthusiasm he can’t ignore what I want.
“Fucking hell,” he curses, making the headboard crack when he pulls on the scarves like a possessed man.
“If you break my bed, I’ll bite you.”
Following my sweet threat, I shove him down my throat again. Little by little, he loses his internal battle. His hips roll sinuously as he pushes himself further into my mouth.
