He looked up at me, his hands still on my hips, his hair soaking wet, his lips wet from my arousal, and his body glistening under the steam. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back.
“Never have I ever cum on someone’s face,” I teased.
“You’re fucking with me, right?” He said, his mouth opened wide. I leaned down and kissed him.
“You know, you’ve been on your knees a lot the past few hours,” I stated. “You haven’t allowed me to be on mine.”
His eyes darkened, and I could see his control starting to falter. His fingers drummed against my hips, and I could feel him holding back. He was waiting for me to take control.
“Never have I ever given head to my best friend at camp,” I whispered, pulling him up and pushing him against the shower wall. I dropped to my knees before him.
He closed his eyes as I took him in my mouth. I was only able to get half of it in before I started gagging. I hadn’t actually done this before. But I didn’t want him to know that, so I forced myself to take him deeper.
“Fuck,” he growled, his fingers tangling in my hair as hegently guided me deeper into him. “And, I’mnotjust a best friend. Oh,shit.I’m your Hus—s… husband,” he stammered.
He gently guided my head, helping me get to where he wanted me. I ran my tongue slowly along the underside of his shaft, and he let out a sound so deep it vibrated through me. His muscles flexed beneath my hands. I opened my mouth again, taking him inch by inch, learning the rhythm, letting instinct guide me.
My throat burned, eyes watering, and Max’s grip loosened just enough to let me find my own pace. He was patient, letting me explore. I felt his body begin to tense when I found the perfect rhythm. I heard it in the way his breathing changed. His hand dropped to my jaw, thumb stroking across my cheekbone.
“Shit, Trouble,” he panted, voice breaking. “I’m gonna,fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
He swatted at me. He didn’t want to cum in my mouth, despite all that dirty talk last night about how many times he was going to fill my sweet mouth with his release.
Too bad I wasn’t sweet.
I shook my headnoand kept going. His voice went ragged, deep and desperate, his hips jerking just slightly as he tried not to lose control. I looked up at him, my cheeks flushed, my lashes wet, my lips wrapped around him, and he stared down at me.
I pulled off him for a second, continuing to look up at him.
“You taste so good,” I whined, and then wrapped my lips around his cock again.
He sighed.
“Keep those fucking beautiful eyes open while I cum inside that pretty mouth,” he groaned.
We stared at each other until his body tensed, he closed his eyes, and came in my mouth with a groan.
I swallowed, trying not to gag, and slowly lifted my gaze to meet his as he leaned against the shower wall, chest rising andfalling, breath ragged. He looked wrecked, in a beautiful, destroyed way.
Not going to lie, I was proud of myself. Powerful, even. Like I’d just unlocked a new, dangerous little superpower.
“If I had known you had that in you,” Max said between breaths, smirking. “I would’ve tried to hook up with you earlier.”
I rolled my eyes and smacked his chest. “Shut up.”
“I’m serious,” he said, still dazed. “Best head I’ve ever gotten.”
“Better than the head you got at the party?” I scoffed.
He bent down and kissed me, slow and soft, his dick still pulsing from the aftershocks. He lingered there, his forehead against mine, water trickling down between us like we had all the time in the world.
“Way better,” he said. His hands started roaming again.
“Max,” I whined, playful and breathless. “I need to wash my hair and my actual body.”
“I’m helping,” he said innocently, grabbing the soap with a cocky grin.
Helping, my ass.
