"He won’t watch. That’s the point," I murmur, leaning closer, my mouth now near his dick head.
The sight seems to push him further. He pants softly and arches his cock toward me, the swollen tip brushing my lips.
"I haven’t… done this before, so it might not be perfect," I add, feeling I have to say it.
"I’ve never had it done either, so no reference point," Salt mutters dryly, but his eyes cannot leave my mouth.
I slowly extend my tongue and brush it over his bulbous head, shiny with precum.
That seems to decide it.
"Okay…"
That is all I need. I bend over his shaft, feeling a flicker of nerves mixed with something reckless and determined. I take his hot head into my mouth.
Fuck. This is a sensation I have never known before.
The taste of his precum surprises me, sweet and pleasant. I have heard thesoldatitalk about techniques, but whether I can actually pull them off is another matter. And Salt is not exactlysmall. Unlike omega cocks that make deepthroating easier, Salt is a beta and he is close to seven inches.
Trying to take him deep is a challenge, but I have to try.
I feel pressure at the back of my throat almost immediately and barely manage to suppress my gag reflex before pulling back. I am painfully aware that my technique might be terrible, but then I see Salt’s face, staring at me with huge pupils, panting.
"I… I…"
I guess somehow he does not look disappointed, even though I give up on deepthroating and instead focus on shallower suction, sealing my mouth around his head and massaging it with my tongue pressed firmly.
The effect is instant.
Salt’s hand flies to my head, setting the pace.
"Eliano… I’m about to…"
Unbelievable. This fast?
With my right hand, I press the probe harder against his prostate in a few firmer thrusts and suddenly I feel it.
A sweet explosion fills my mouth.
I flinch for a split second, then pull myself together and swallow everything, shocked at how it tastes like sweet cream. Maybe I should not be surprised, if everything Storm said about our status is true?
I clean his cock until it shines, making a point of swirling my tongue around it a few times, before straightening up.
Salt stares at me, cheeks crimson, breathing hard.
"Th-thank you," he murmurs unexpectedly, then his head falls back again, his gaze hazy as he stares at the ceiling.
I turn uncertainly, and then my eyes meet Dr. Lee’s, watching us with that same damn smirk.
Did he see the big finale?!
"Ready for the exam?"
Dammit.
"I guess," I mutter, feeling insane. "Is there a bathroom?" I blurt out, the ache in my groin reaching almost physical pain.
"Yes, over there," Dr. Lee gestures to the left, and I notice a white door I had not seen before, blending into the wall.
