His throat bobbed but he nodded, the motion sharp, eager. I sat up to straddle his thighs as he leaned back against the kitchen island, clouded eyes darting between mine, heartbeat erratic against his chest.
My hands were slow as they slid under his T-shirt, lifting it over his head before I pressed my lips to his in another searing kiss.
Soft, warm, perfect golden skin shivered under the tips of my fingers. Carter’s breath stuttered as I kissed my way down his jaw, neck, collarbone, chest, between the rows of his abs, my fingers unbuttoning his faded jeans.
“What are you…You’rethe one I should—”
“It doesn’t matter who gives and who receives,” I said, sliding the fabric just low enough to reveal his length, the tip escaping from the waistband of his underwear. “As long as one of us feels pleasure at the hand of the other”—I paused, sliding the tight boxers down until hiscock was free—“or at the mouth,” I continued, leaning to slide my tongue along the underside of his shaft.
“Ohgod.” My hand closed at the base and he gasped, closing his eyes and turning his head. “I should be the one pleasuring her.” So much shame in his mind.
I smiled as his energy started sizzling under my skin, steady, like an electric current, warming the empty hole of my soul. Wave after wave of it, following each open-mouthed kiss, each lick, each graze of my teeth.
“Lola, you really don’t have to—oh fu-ck”
My lips tight around the swollen head, I pushed him farther down my mouth, until it hit the back of my throat. Pressing my tongue along his skin, I started moving up and down, feeling my wet core throbbing as his pleasure grew, as his deep moans echoed in the empty room and his hands tightened into fist next to his thighs, unsure of what to do with them.
I grabbed his hand, placing it on my naked arm as I slowed my pace to release him with a pop, making him shift his hips in response as it fell against his stomach.
“Carter,” I said, lifting my head, dropping a line of kisses along his length.
“Yeah?” His voice was strained, eyes still snapped shut, head thrown back to face the ceiling.
“Why won’t you look at me?”
He did then, lowering his hooded gaze on me. On my lips sliding on the length of his cock. On my hand circling his base firmly and giving him a few slow strokes. “I-I—I’ve never…I don’t know what to do.” He gasped, shifting his hips on instinct as I sucked on his tip, maintaining eye-contact. “FuckLola…”
“Did you like that?”
“Yes.” He nodded, enraptured.
“What about this?”
The sound he made as I took him all the way down my throat was downright sinful.
“Shit. Yes—don’t stop.”
I brought both his hands in my hair and gave him a challenging look as I went up and down his length, taking and releasing every inch of hiscock slowly. “More,” he kept thinking, but held himself from thrusting his hips, from following his desires.
So I increased my pace, until his whole body started to shake and shiver with the need to come. “Fuck, I need to hold back. I can’t—finish down her throat. It’s dirty, I—”
“Lola, you can stop now,” he rasped, fingers tightening in my hair, pulling softly. “If you’re feeling better, you—”
His next moan as I fought against his hold to take him deeper made my whole body shudder from the amount of energy it sent.
“Ohgod, Lola…I’m—Fuck!”
His cock throbbed against my tongue as his whole body tensed under me and his cum filled my mouth and throat. Loud noises echoed in the room as his wings unfurled behind him, sending a potted plant and a couple of plates crashing on the floor next to us.
He cursed, his breath labored, no doubt watching the effects his own orgasm had on me; the sudden burst of light, the paleness gone from my skin, the brightness back in my eyes.
But I was enthralled by the majestic white feathery wings stretching behind him.
“Lola…” He pulled at my hand to bring my mouth back to his, letting his softening cock fall against his stomach. “You didn’t haveto do that, it’s—”
“It’s what, Carter?” I asked, pulling at his soft hair to tilt his head back. “Dirty?”
He tried to look away, red coloring his cheeks. One of his wings shifted as his arm slid around my waist, plastering me to his chest.
