I hook my fingers in the waistband of his jeans and start pulling them down. He lifts his hips to help and I manage to get them past his thighs. The briefs are doing absolutely nothing to hide how turned on he is. I can see every detail: the thick shaft and the flared head.
I run my hand over him through the fabric. He hisses and his hips jerk slightly.
"Fuck," he breathes.
I do it again, wrapping my hand around him as much as I can through the briefs, feeling him throb under my palm. He's so hard, so hot, and I desperately want to see him.
But before I can reach for the waistband of his briefs, he does it himself. Grabs them and shoves them down, freeing his cock.
Oh my God.
He's beautiful. Thick and long with veins running along the shaft and a pink head that's already glistening with precum. He wraps his hand around himself, gripping tight at the base, and strokes once, twice.
I watch, mesmerized, as he touches himself. As he shows me exactly what he likes, the firm grip, the slow stroke from base to tip, the way his thumb swipes over the head on every pass.
"Come here," he says, his voice rough.
I lean down, my face level with his cock. The pink head is right there, right in front of my mouth, and I can smell him, musky and utterly intoxicating. I wrap my lips around just the tip, sucking gently, tasting the salt of his precum.
"Fuck," he groans, his head tilting back against the pillow. "Don't stop."
I don't. I take him deeper, working my tongue around the head, learning the shape of him. He tastes good, better than I expected. Better than Derek ever did.
I take him deeper, relaxing my jaw, trying to fit as much of him as I can. He's big enough that it's a challenge, but I'mdetermined. And then I notice something that makes my chest tight with emotion:
He's not forcing my head down.
Derek always did. Would grab my hair and push, sometimes hard enough to make me gag, and then get annoyed when I couldn't take it. Made me feel like I was failing at something I should naturally be good at.
But Ryan isn't touching my head at all. His hands are fisted in the sheets on either side of his body, like he's physically restraining himself from reaching for me. Letting me control the pace, the depth, everything.
For the first time in my life, I have complete control during a blow job.
The realization is intoxicating. Empowering. It makes me want to be better, to do more, to show him exactly what I can do when I'm not scared of being hurt.
I take him deeper, working my tongue along the underside of his shaft where I can feel the thick vein pulsing. I use every trick I know: the suction, the tongue work, the slight scrape of teeth that some guys like.
He's making sounds now. Low groans and muttered curses that tell me I'm doing it right. I pull back to catch my breath and stroke him with my hand, keeping the stimulation going. His cock is slick now, wet from my mouth, and my hand glides easily.
"You're so fucking good at that," he says roughly. "So fucking good, baby."
Baby. He called me baby. Not in the condescending way Derek did, but like it's an endearment. Like I'm precious to him.
I take him back in my mouth, determined to go deeper this time. I relax my throat and push down, taking him as far as I can.The head hits the back of my throat and I fight the urge to gag, breathing through my nose, holding there for a moment before pulling back.
"Holy fuck." His voice is strained. "You just—fuck, Savannah."
I do it again. And again. Each time going a little deeper, a little longer, until I'm deepthroating his cock with a proficiency that surprises even me.
This is the cock that's going to be inside me in a few minutes. The cock that's going to stretch me and fill me and fuck me until I forget my own name.
The thought makes me moan around him, the vibration making him curse.
"Stop," he says suddenly. "Fuck, baby, you need to stop or I'm gonna come."
I pull off reluctantly, wiping my mouth. "I want you to come."
"Not in your mouth. Not the first time." He sits up and cups my face, kissing me hard. "I need to be inside you. Need to feel you."
