“I’m sorry,” he said, flinching.
I softened, realizing he hadn’t meant for it to happen. I’d thought it was intentional at first, but he wasn’t doing anything to upset me — even though I could see how miserable he was. It would get better, though. He’d practice, he’d do this more, and he’d get used to it.
I’d enjoy every second of it, especially once the reluctance turned into his usual yielding — just as it always did when he was confronted with something new, when he balked at first but soon gave in.
Gave in, then excelled.
“Just be more careful, kitten,” I told him, smoothing my hand through his hair. “Okay?”
He nodded, but he still looked wary. He leaned in again, his tongue caressing the head of my cock. I could only imagine what it felt like for him to taste another man for the first time, and I wondered what was going through his mind.
Then again, I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know. It would probably ruin the experience for me. I didn’t want to think about him dreading this, hating this. I wanted to believe he was realizing this wasn’t so bad, even if he didn’t like it yet.
I leaned down and took his hand, bringing it up to the base of my cock.
He froze at first then slowly gripped me, not even trying to speak as he worked the head of my cock with his mouth and the base with his hand. He knew enough aboutblowjobs to give a passable one because he’d probably received his fair share.
The thought wasn’t a pleasant one, and I had to fight not to grab him by the hair and pull him down onto my cock until I was buried in his throat. But no. I didn’t want this to be an unpleasant memory. I knew he didn’t really want it, not yet, but I could almost forget that — as long as I didn’t think about him with anyone else.
He was mine.
He hadn’t always been mine, but he was now.
I slowly thrust into his mouth, and he looked up at me.
“Just like that,” I reassured him. I could stand there forever watching him and feeling those lips and that tongue working magic on me.
It had been so long. It had been too long.
He was gorgeous there, on his knees before me with those cat ears on the top of his head and the cat tail plug seated firmly in his ass. It coiled around his ass and leg, giving me the perfect view from above.
His hand was warm, but not as hot as the mouth taking me in a little bit at a time. My cockhead started to breach his throat, and he gagged, jerking back.
“Shh,” I told him as he coughed. “Shh.”
He cast a glance at me, the look on his face unreadable, but he said nothing. His eyes watered a little, and it was an enticing look on him.
My eyes flicked to his ass, stuffed full with the tail plug, and I wanted so badly to be sinking into that hole. His mouth was good, but that would be even better.
But I couldn’t rush everything. I had to take my time, even if feeling his mouth on me made it hard to think about slowing down.
He hadn’t said anything since this had started, whichwas probably for the best. As much as I still wanted to know what he was thinking, I was too afraid of what thoughts were actually running through his mind. As long as he was giving his all, that was what mattered.
His mouth looked gorgeous around my cock, and I had the most perfect moment as he took me back into his mouth and swished his tongue around the head. I groaned, getting closer to coming. I didn’t want to just yet. I wanted to savor this as long as possible because I didn’t know how long it would be before I got up the nerve to do this again — but one thing was for sure.
Iwoulddo this again.
“You’re doing fantastic,” I said as I pushed forward, brushing the back of his throat again.
He gagged, eyes filling up with tears as he pulled back again.
It was beautiful, so very fucking beautiful, and I wanted to just stand there and push into his throat to watch him squirm and gag around me. I wanted to feel it, to have it work around my cock and pull me in deeper, but more than that, I wanted to see him as he took it and more.
“So beautiful,” I mumbled, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I wanted to wait even longer, but I was on the precipice, about to be shoved over by that inexperienced tongue. “Keep going,” I urged, as though he would do anything else.
He wouldn’t, not as long as he was there in front of me. He’d worship my cock, taking it in little by little until he’d swallowed me whole.
I groaned, flexing my hips, and this time when he gagged, I didn’t let him pull back. I held his head in place as I came, flooding his mouth, and his throat worked around me as he struggled to swallow fast enough.
