I know he means business when he says this is the only way he can do things. I don’t want to freak Shep out by letting him know that I have no fucking idea what I’m doing. I don’t want to scare him off. I want him to fuck me. I want him to show me what he needs, especially since he’s already giving me exactly what I need. Focus. Attention. A touch that isn’t hesitant and incomplete. We made a deal. He wants me on my knees. He’s got me. On my knees.
He’s still looking down at me. I see his eyes roam all over my body. My pussy is totally into it, swelling and soaking already and he hasn’t even touched me. My hair’s still wet. I can feel water dripping down my back, down the crack of my ass. He’s still looking. He’s so concerned about what I actually want. I want him to touch me. Getting my mouth fucked doesn’t sound half bad either. But I’m seeing now, I need to play his game a certain way.
He’s still looking at me. I can see his cock growing in his jeans, inches away from my face, but he hasn’t said a word.
“I’m on my knees,” I say. “What happens next?”
He licks his lips. “You’d take my cock out of my pants.”
I reach up and undo his belt, then pull down his zipper. His erection slips into my hand as I reach into the slit in his boxer briefs. I didn’t get to touch him before, down at the motel. Not the way I wanted to, but I can do what I want now. I start to stroke him. Shep swallows and licks his lips again.
“Put your hands on my thighs and leave them there.” I do what he says. “Just like that.”
Shep takes his dick in his hand and starts to stroke himself. “Open your mouth.” I do what he says. “Good. Just like that.” I watch his face as he slips it between my lips. There’s no way I can take him all the way in. He’s just thick enough that I know my jaw will be pleasantly sore when he’s done, but he’s too long. There’s too much of him. He knows. He gently nudges the back of my throat. I close my lips around him, move my tongue. My pussy clenches. It's been too long.
“You open to tips?” I almost choke on him when I try not to laugh, but I manage to nod. “Bad choice of words. Simple suggestion. Breathe, but don’t try to swallow. It’ll make this a lot easier.” Of course my body instantly tries to swallow, but he must have guessed I would because he pulls back just enough that I don’t choke on the head of his massive erection.
He pushes forward again, still gripping the base of his cock. I help him this time, bobbing and tilting my head a little to take more of him. When I pull back, I make sure I use my tongue, swirl it around every hot veiny inch I can reach. I suck on the head, lick the saltiness from the slit. He groans. He moves forward again. I match his rhythm, glancing up before I focus back on his thick patch of dark hair at the base of his shaft.
He starts to move a little faster, but it’s not anything I can’t handle. I haven’t told him how much I like sucking cock and how many fights Jason and I had over simple things like blow jobs because he thought I wasn’t ready for regular sex yet. Shep has no idea how much I’ve missed this. He leans over me and gathers up my hair. His cock slips out of my mouth as he’s reaching. I take a moment to catch my breath.
“You okay?” he asks me.
I nod and say “Mhmm.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. I flick my tongue out and lick over the callused skin there. He’s looking down at me, his gaze turning into somewhat of a glare. I have a feeling I’m about to be in a world of hurt.
I pull back as much as I can. He’s still gripping my hair. “Would I have a safe word or something? If we were doing this the way you wanted to.”
He stares at me some more. He’s back with his thumb, pushing in and out of my mouth, rubbing it all over my bottom lip. I bite down a little before I go back to sucking it. I have no idea why this turns me on, but it does. My pussy is fucking aching. I want to touch myself.
“No,” he finally says. “I would just keep fucking you and fucking you. And you would like it. You wouldn’t need to tap out, but I’m not that crazy.”
He bends over and I’m forced to drop my hands from his thighs. He pulls my head back, hard. I wince, but it’s more shock than pain and then his mouth is on mine. I fucking love the way he kisses. I should tell him at some point, I think and then I can’t think. All thought leaves my head. It’s just a sea of moaning sounds and desperately pleading. I’m not sure whether I’m saying anything out loud.
He pulls away. I almost ask him to come back. I want more. Instead I lick my lips, lick up the taste of his mouth on mine and look up into his dark brown eyes.
“Put your hands back where they were. If you want me to stop just pinch my thigh. Okay?”
I nod and find my voice. “Okay.”
He nods and then he’s gripping his cock again and this time he isn’t gentle. He shoves it back in my mouth. I gag a bit in the split second before he pulls back and then he’s pushing back in again. He’s fucking my mouth hard and fast, pumping in and out. I’m trying to keep up with him but I can’t. I don’t know why, but I start to panic.
I want him to fuck my mouth. I want to suck his cock until he’s coming down my throat, but when his grip on my hair starts to hurt, when it becomes clear that he’s holding me perfectly still so I won’t work against the thrusting of his hips, I find myself scratching for purchase on his jeans. I’m not pinching him, but I’m pushing back. There’s just too much of him. I need room to breathe if this is going to work.
“Look at me,” he says. I realize then that my eyes have been darting all over the place. I’ve been looking everywhere but at Shep’s face. He focuses on my eyes. “Just look at me. There you go. Don’t look anywhere else. You’re fine. Right?” He’s still pumping in and out of my mouth, but I realize what he’s saying is true. He’s not hurting me at all. I’m just freaking out because this is all new to me. “Breathe, but don’t swallow. That’s a girl. Just like that.”
I glance down at his pelvis again and his fingers are instantly on my chin, even though he still has a firm grip on my hair. “Uh-uh. Eyes up here. Yeah. Look at me. Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
I shake my head the best I can.
“Good. Just keep sucking.” Something about the way his voice sounds when he says those words has my pussy clenching again. I do my best to relax. I hold on to his thigh as he pumps in and out of my mouth. I’m doing what he says, watching the expressions on his face as he works so hard to stay in control. He’s trying not to come.
Before I realize it, drool is running down my chin and between my breasts. Another thing that shouldn’t be turning me on so much, but it does. I moan. Shep seems to like that. He makes his own sound, maybe something close to “Fuck.” He fucks my mouth a little harder. I start to gag on it, over and over, but I don’t want him to stop. I just worry about breathing and licking along the length of him.
“Suck it,” he finally says. And I do, even though he still has my hair wrapped in his fist. I bob my head back and forth, taking as much of him as I can. “Fuck,” he groans in that very specific way. I know he’s close to coming. I’m about to go for my finishing move, the signature lick and suck technique that I know will have him coming down the back of my throat, but he stops me before I can and he’s fucking my face again.
I make a noise. A high-pitched moan and maybe that’s what does the trick. He holds still and grips the base of his dick. He starts coming in my mouth. I close my lips around him and start sucking again even though he hasn’t told me to. He groans even louder and bends over me and shoot more into my mouth. Now I do swallow. I can’t help myself. I suck and swallow and suck and swallow until he pulls away from me with a gasp and sinks against the dust-covered desk along the far wall.
I stare at him as he rubs his beard and utters a few swears. I sit back and my hand automatically goes between my legs. I don’t realize how hard I’m rubbing my clit until another breathy moan slips out of me.
