And he put it somewhere that sent a thrill right through her body.
It made her glance down, immediately. Just so she could see how it looked: his bare cock, all stiff and already so fucking slick. Then his hand over hers, urging her to stroke. Though it wasn’t as if he had to urge her at all. She started moving almost before he did, every part of her eager to feel that thick, solid thing. To make him moan for her, to make him feel good.
And it worked.
“Oh yeah, just like that,” he gasped the second she tightened her grip around his already slick shaft. And it felt so delicious, so exciting, she couldn’t resist doing more. She waited, until he was flushed and trembling and practically rocking into her hand.
Then she simply dipped her head. She licked, over that glistening slit at the tip of his cock. Just once, just to see what wouldhappen. And oh, the sound he made. The words he got out. “Ohhhhh man. Oh that is—that is super intense,” he said in a way that definitely told her he wanted more. But she paused anyway, almost entirely for the tease of it.
“So much so that you want me to stop?” she asked.
And got what she’d been imagining.
“God no. No, please just do that again.”
“You like it then.”
“Like isn’t the right word.”
“Then what is? Tell me. Tell me.”
“Whatever will make you lick me that way a second time.”
“Even though I could do more. I could do this instead,” she said, leaning down again. Only instead of licking, instead of stroking, she let that thick, swollen cock slide all the way past her lips. She took him in, as deep as she could, and then slowly, slowly worked her way back up again.
And oh god when she did. He tried to make a sound, and in stead almost seemed to choke. One hand went to her shoulder and gripped her there tightly. Like he wanted to stop her or push her away. But of course he didn’t do anything of the kind. He just held on, the way a drowning man would cling to a life preserver.
As she did it again. And again. Each time bolder about it. Filthier about it.
By the time he got his act together enough to talk, she was working him steadily, hand on all the places her mouth couldn’t reach, tongue licking over that now constantly spilling slit at the tip, greedily, so greedily. Of course it was greedily—it tasted too good, felt too good.
And the things he said only made it sweeter.
“Okay, just so you know, I am definitely going to come. As in, I am ten seconds away. So if you want me to do it somewhere other than your mouth—” he started to say, then seemed to stutter to a stop when he realized she wasn’t easing up. She heard his intake of breath—felt the tension in him like someone pulling a wire taught—and went faster. She went harder. She went slicker and sloppier, until that wire snapped. “Ohhhh god, you want me to.You want me to. Okay, fuck, that’s hot, oh you’re so greedy for it, oh that’s it, oh that’s my good girl.”
And it almost made her snap too, when it did. She felt the words pour through her, just as his dirty talk had done before. More than they had done before, because now it was trulyhimsaying it. This was really how he felt. These were his actual feelings about what she was doing.
And that realization madesucha mess of her.
She found herself getting sloppy, shaky. She couldn’t stop herself rocking—as if he were already inside her, working her into the orgasm she could almost already feel. The beginnings of it burned through her, bright and brilliant enough that she couldn’t help making sounds. Lewd sounds, of the sort that would have embarrassed her before.
But how could they now?
When she let out a low, heavy groan, his hand fisted in her hair. His cock swelled in her mouth. Then even better, even hotter—he made sounds of his own. Rich, deep, guttural sounds that seemed to vibrate through him, and into her. They buzzed over her sensitive nipples, her swollen clit, so strongly she wasn’t sure she could take it.
She almost pulled back, almost begged for mercy.
But that was when she felt it. The first jerk and swell of that fat cock, too obvious and too delicious to ever back away from. In fact, she found herself working harder, until she got what she was greedy for. That hot burst of come, over her tongue. Just a little, at first. But then so thick and fast she had to swallow and swallow and swallow to keep up.
And it still spilled over her lips.
She looked up at him with it running down her chin. Watched his eyes flash wide and hot to see it. Then she curled her tongue over her lower lip to catch it, and he couldn’t seem to help himself. “Oh you like that, don’t you,” he groaned. Then even hotter: “Here, have some more.”
And he took his cock in his hand, and stroked. He worked himself, until another stripe of come coated her lips, her tongue.She had to open her mouth again to catch it all, then thrilled when he slid that still swollen head back in.
Because God this was Seth, her sweet Seth, and he was doing something so fuckingfilthy.
He was letting her clean his cock of come.
