A low groan slips from my throat when she adds pressure, circling the outline. Even with the material between her hand and me, I’m fucking hard as a damn rock, and controlling my physical reaction is a losing battle.
“I’ve never given a blow job before. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have a cock in my mouth.”Fucking hell. I think she’s trying to kill me.“Will you teach me?” she asks sweetly, her fingers tracing up and down the outline of my shaft.
I clear my throat. “Now?”
She nods, unbuttoning my Wranglers. “No better time than the present, right?”
I force my eyes to stay on the road, resting my hand over hers as I shoot her a quick glance.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to,” she breathes, nipping at my earlobe. “It’s my turn to make you feel good, Walker.”
Her words strike a match to my veins, and the way she says my name while she looks at me with hunger in her eyes steals a shaky breath from me, leaving me powerless to deny her.
My vision tunnels when she unbuckles her seat belt and shifts onto all fours on the bench seat beside me. Any other time, I’d scold her for putting her safety at risk—but right now I’m too far gone. Thankfully, there aren’t any other vehicles in sight as I slow down and flip on my blinker, turning onto the next dirt road and guiding the truck behind a row of pine trees, their long shadows keeping us hidden from view. I turn off my headlights once we’ve come to a stop, engulfing us in darkness. The only light is the soft flicker of fireflies outside, blinking like tiny stars scattered across the landscape.
The faint chirp of crickets is all I can hear over the shallow, ragged rhythm of my own breathing as Birdie tugs down my zipper. I lift up so she can tug down my boxers enough to take out my now fully erect cock. She saw it last night, but this is the first time she’s touching me, and I never want this to end.
My hand clamps around the door handle, fighting to keep even a shred of composure as she traces my shaft with a featherlight touch, her fingers slowly curling around me, and gives a gentle squeeze. Pre-cum leaks from the tip and without prompting, she leans down, flicking her tongue across the crown to lick it off.
“Oh fuck.”
Birdie lifts her gaze to mine, a smile curving her mouth. “Show me how you like it, Walker… please.”
It’s thepleasethat does me in.
Every hot breath against my cock burns through sense and reason, and even if all she did was lick me, it’d be enough to make me come. I remind myself that this thing started because she asked me to teach her, and with her so eager to learn, how can I possibly say no?
I wind my fingers through Birdie’s hair and push the tip of my cock against her mouth.
“Wrap your lips around the crown,” I instruct.
She eagerly obliges, her tongue darting out to explore the texture of the head. I very slowly guide my cock down her throat and when she gets about halfway her gag reflex kicks in, a trickle of drool running down her chin.
I stroke the column of her neck with my free hand. “Focus on breathing through your nose so you can open your throat and take more of me.”
She rests her hands on my thighs as she pushes up on her knees, her ass sticking in the air as she angles herself to accommodatemy size, slowly taking me deeper in her mouth. The sight has me biting my bottom lip as I let out a growling moan.
“That’s it, baby. Take as much as you can while I fuck that perfect mouth of yours.”
A soft hum of approval rumbles from her chest, the sound reverberating around my dick. I instinctively rock my hips forward, and she takes a sharp inhale through her nose. Determined to drive me wild, she hollows her cheeks, swallowing hard around me.
My shaft pulses forward and when she’s got me halfway inside her mouth, the rush crashes over me like a tidal wave, consuming every part of me.
“Damn, Birdie, you feel so good,” I praise, stroking her hair.
Her gaze lifts to mine as she moves her hand back to the base of my shaft, holding me steady as she runs her tongue up, this time applying pressure to the veins. Every one of my muscles strains to maintain control, but Birdie has other plans as she swirls her tongue around the crown and back down my length. She may look innocent, but right now I’m utterly at her mercy—every motion an entrancing mix of mischief and unbridled temptation. It’s enough to push me right to the edge.
I gently tug on her hair to pull her off. “I’m going to come.”
She ignores me, leaning forward and pushing the head back down her throat.
“Fuck, Birdie, if you don’t want me coming down your throat you have to stop,” I grunt.
She shakes her head, tears gathering at the corner of her eyes. Her swollen lips bob up and down as she tentatively wraps her free hand around my balls. I let out a guttural groan when she gives them a light squeeze.
“Jesus Fucking Christ.” My voice is strained as I tip my head back. “If you’re going to finish me off, you better swallow every drop.”
