If anything it wasmorethan the night before. Now she had the luxury of experience behind her, and the knowledge that he wasn’t bothered by anything she’d done. It opened up possibilities that hadn’t been there previously, like the one she’d really wanted to try but hadn’t quite dared.
This time she dared. She didn’t even wait for him to take anything off or say that it was okay. She wasn’t sure hecouldsay it was okay, considering that his eyes were already closed and his head was already back and he seemed to be using her hallway wall to keep himself standing up. So she simply went for it, bending over to mouth hot and wet over the obvious curve of his hard cock. Then when he choked out anoh you’ve got to be kidding, she went one further than that. She knelt on the floor—with the door still halfway open and the possibility of someone passing by—and tugged his pajamas allll the way down, down, down.
Of course he tried to be polite about it. “You don’t have to do that,” he said, as though there was really a possibility that she might not want to. That this was all about distraction, and absolutely nothing to do with the urgent need to taste the very swollen and slippery cock she’d just revealed.
But if he really thought that he had to be insane. All she could think about now was taking him in her mouth—if only to hear him moan the way he did when she finally did it. He damn near keened as she let her lips just slide a little way over the thick head—but it was when she dared to suck that he really gave in to it. She just wanted to taste him better really, and somehow ended up with this long, slow pull.
One he seemed to appreciate very much.
“God, yeah, just like that,” he said, at which point she knew she had him. He didn’t care about anything now but watching her with those hooded eyes and helping her when she struggled, gently guiding himself toward her when she got too sloppy and crazy and went off course. Murmuring encouragement every time she glanced up with questioning eyes and moaning the second she hit it just right.
He seemed to like it best whenever she licked as she sucked, though she did it quite by accident. Or not by accident, exactly—more out of a sense of what turned her on. She found she liked running her tongue around that glossy head, and even more so when her swirling, slippery laps at him produced a burst of that clear liquid. It didn’t taste the way she’d imagined, all pungent and vaguely unpleasant.
It tasted like the ocean outside, and every time she got a bit of it a gush sensation went through her body. More than that really. It felt as if she were right on the verge of coming already, though this time it was completely obvious why. She’d spent a good portion of the night before doing things she barely dared fantasize about, and then instead of going to the bathroom to sort herself out what had she done?
She’d forced herself to fall asleep. Somehow, insanely, she’d forced herself to fall asleep, and now the whole thing had rolled over into today—into this tsunami of unresolved desire. She suspected that was why she was being so crazy, so lewd, even though neither of those things made it any more bearable.
It was just making it all worse. She could actually feel her own wetness on her thighs, all slippery and messy and rude. Every time she moved something slick slid against something slicker, until she was moaning right along with him.
Not that he minded. The sound seemed to drive him crazy—or was it the buzzing sensation that same sound produced? She wasn’t entirely sure, but kept right on doing it anyway. When she did it he said some wonderfully filthy things, most of them about her hot little mouth sucking him off. Dear God, she could have died over him saying,Fuck yeah, suck me off. It was too crude for the kind of guy she’d come to know.
Yet strangely all the better for it.
It was shocking and rough, and most of all it washed away any hint of the things he’d been suggesting. There was nothing healing about a thick cock in your mouth and a hand in your hair—because by God he was doing that too. He almost had a fistful of it. He was actually really close to the scar on one side, but for the first time she found it didn’t matter at all.
She wasn’t afraid of him unearthing it, because they werefucking. That was what this was—fucking and sucking and having him grunt and pump his hips. “Oh fuck I’m gonna come, I’m gonna do it in your mouth,” he said, and every inch of her rejoiced and reveled in it. She worked harder on him, harder, just to have him spill over her tongue.
And when he did it was a different kind of bliss. It was feeling him let go, feeling him find pleasure and release—and in such a visceral way. His cock damn near leapt in her mouth, swelling and spurting and ohhhhh so much sweeter than anyone had ever said. Why didn’t people say what this felt like, to so thoroughly pleasure someone?
He trembled as he came. He actually trembled, and called her name.
It was without doubt the most satisfying experience of her life—or at least it was until she tried to stand. She tried, but man alive did she fail. Her legs felt as though they were made of straw—shuddering, shaking straw—and God only knew what had happened between her legs. Everything seemed to have swelled to three times its normal size, and no amount of breathing calmly through her nose made it die down.
But more importantly, she suspected he had noticed this.
She could feel him watching her, despite her best efforts to look normal. She even managed to make it to her feet finally, and smoothed down her probably crazy hair. Got her heaving chest under control, kept her gaze as innocent as possible. By the time she’d straightened her nightgown he was bound to think she was perfectly fine.
She hoped he thought she was perfectly fine.
She hoped in vain, however.
“You’ve got to let me do something for you this time, honey. Please tell me I can do something for you. You look like you’re gonna pass out. I’m surprised you haven’t—JesusChristyou must be going crazy. Aren’t you going crazy?”
She didn’t think he needed to ask. She was pretty sure she was drooling out of one side of her mouth, and her face flashed so hot she was afraid of losing skin. It felt as though her cheeks were about to peel right off her, so he was fine to make the assumption.
He just wasn’t fine to act on it. It made her go all rigid just to hear himofferingto act on it. She felt her hands come up when he stepped closer—despite her best efforts to do otherwise—and was only saved by the gentling gesture he made and the cautious, calming words he said.
“Look, look, we can do it however you want. You don’t have to take measures to make sure I don’t ask or see or say, okay? I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. I won’t try to make you give what you can’t. I just want to make you feel good, honey, that’s all,” he said, but it was the last little thing that really broke her. “I can do it just fine over your clothes, you understand? You don’t have to take anything off.”
He knew, that was the thing. He knew far more than he ever seemed to and much more than she’d ever said—as if he saw right to the heart of her without any explanations at all. She couldsayshe was just not experienced or act as though she only wanted to touch him. She could try to distract him from serious things, with sex.
It didn’t matter. Underneath, he understood.
But even sweeter...he never let her see he did.
He let her have all her hidden things.
“I don’t? I really don’t?”
