“That was—” she gasps. “That was—wow.”
It’s probably dumb of me to be so proud of that reaction, but I am. I’m aware I’m grinning stupidly at her, but I can’t help it. God, even if we stop there, I’m so happy.
I don’t want to stop there.
“Yeah?” I ask.
Her body writhes against the covers like she’s reliving it. “Oh, yeah.” She draws a shuddery breath, and then, with a grin, props herself into a sitting position.
“Your turn,” she says.
My head rushes. If she means what I think she means—damn, does she really want to do that? I know a lot of girls don’t like it, as Candace was fond of reminding me, though later I heard she once gave John a blow job under a table while I was playingCall of Dutyin the other room, so who the hell knows what was true.
I don’t want to think about that, don’t want her here even as a specter of the pain she caused me. I’d assumed I was going to go down on Su-Lin and then we’d have sex, but I don’t have a condom, after all. I pull Su-Lin toward me—whatever she wants to do, I need her close—and then her hands are all over my body, her mouth on mine. I lie back, enjoying the feel of her tongue against mine—
My mouth is moving from his lips to taste along his jaw, along his neck, and down his chest. I’m taking my time, partly because the way he’s breathing now is super sexy and because I want to kiss every part of him—
And, okay, partly because I’m starting to panic now.
I said “your turn” with the saucy confidence of someone who has any clue what the hell they are doing. I do not, and maybe the alcohol is wearing off, but the closer I get to his boxers, the more aware of that I’m becoming.
I’m kissing the muscles of his stomach—they are surprisingly taut, even though I don’t think he works out regularly, so he must just be genetically blessed—when I finally muster the courage to reach into those boxers and feel another area in which I can tell he’s also genetically blessed.
He makes a moaning sound as my fingers move over him, so I do more of that, more exploring and caressing. He seems to be into it, and god knows I am.
The hands part isn’t what I’m most worried about, though. I’ve never handled the whole stick and berries, so to speak, but I think I’m pretty good with my hands.
I’m committed now, and even though I’m worried I’ll suck at this—ha!—I’m also eager to try. Because it’s Brendan, and because of how he makes me feel and how I want to make him feel.
I’m gasping in heavy anticipation—is she really going to do this?—as her fingers stroke the outside of my boxers, her lips working over my stomach.
Then her fingers are underneath my boxers, and she’s running them the length of me. My whole body is moaning as she slides off my underwear, and all I can think is that she loves me, god, she loves me.That she wants this, wants to do something so totally just for me—it’s mind blowing. My eyes are closed, and my mouth is open, and my body is arching back—
Ilower my head and start. Several thoughts click through my brain, like dominoes toppling.
My first thought: OH MY GODTHERE IS A DICK IN MY MOUTH.
Second: OH MY GOD IT’S BRENDAN’S DICK. IN MY MOUTH.
Third: Does he have a name for it? If so, why don’t I know this?
Fourth: I think I’m supposed to do something with it while it’s in my mouth.
Fifth: Should I have Googled how to do this first? Should I take a break and Google it now?
But Brendan makes another moaning sound, and I think maybe I don’t need to take a break to watch blow job tutorials. I move my mouth and my tongue, and I try to listen to the sounds he’s making, try to do more of what brings out those gasping noises. Soon I’m barely doing much of the moving at all, because his hips are doing so much of that, and his hands are in my hair now, and I really hope he’s enjoying this. Or maybe he’s just trying to make me feel better, maybe it’s not really working for him, but—
The sensation is overwhelming, and I’m afraid I’m going to finish the moment I’m in her mouth, but I hold my breath and her tongue runs up the sensitive part of the tip, and I reach for her shoulder and cry out.
I have no more thoughts, no more words, I can’t breathe as the sweet pressure overwhelms me. My whole body burns as the pressure builds and builds, alight with the nearness of her, with the soft touch of her hands on my legs. And then the dam breaks, and I cry out her name.
Nope.
It worked for him.
I have this heartbeat that I worry I might gag, just out of surprise, but I don’t. I just swallow it down. It doesn’t taste bad—different, not what I expected, but not bad.
And more importantly, when he finished and his body shuddered, I heard him say my name in that gasp, and it makes me feel better than a million vid views, better than ten million.
