“You’re going to enjoy my mouth too.” We’d both discussed that and I knew it was something he was going to appreciate. “I’m still green.”
I might’ve been slightly stuck, though.
We needed a word for green but stuck.
“Is this a lap kind of moment, boy?” Master proved that he was smarter than average again.
“Yes, Sir.” He liked taking control, so I decided I didn’t have to feel like I’d failed. “I’m green, though.”
Master stroked his hand over my head, making a pleased sound as he slowly moved me. “Then we’re going to say blue is like green but stuck.”
He really was incredibly smart.
“Thank you.” Blue. Green but stuck. “I’ll remember that. I’m blue.”
BDSM had options for everything.
And I had a Master who loved control because he turned my head, positioning my mouth on the side of his cock. “Kiss me.”
I did it.
Well, we did it?
Either way, my mouth was on the side of his cock and I pressed a kiss to it before opening my mouth slightly like I was going to French kiss it. There were sloppier ways to do it, but I knew this looked nicer.
Yes...Master moaned.
“Fuck. That’s so sexy, baby.” Master’s hand tightened on my head, but he didn’t push too hard. He was in control but this was my reward.
I’d earned it.
“That’s right.” He moaned as I pressed kisses down the shaft and shifted my hand so I was cupping his balls. “Just like that. Roll them around. I love that.”
Relief rushed through me so hard I was lightheaded, but I didn’t let it distract me. I could feel proud of myself later. I wasn’t going to waste reward time or his erection by gloating.
I had a lot to focus on as well, so I didn’t need to get distracted.
Playing with his balls wasn’t difficult, but doing so many things at once required concentration. That usually wasn’t a problem but this was a very unique situation. He was almost like me but so different it was fascinating, and he made the most interesting sounds.
I was making him moan.
Stroking my fingers over his testicles had his shaft jerking and I could feel the muscles around his groin tightening. Just those indicators would’ve told me I was doing it correctly, but he was also very verbal when he was enjoying my touch.
“Your mouth is so fucking soft, boy.” Master moaned as I kissed around the head of his cock, but his muscles tightenedagain when I licked right under the tip. “Oh yeah...that’s so good...”
Noting the sensitive area, I flicked my tongue over it and traced around the flared edge as I tightened my grip around the base of his erection. I’d seen one sub describe this as the grown-up version of the rub your tummy and pat your head game, and he’d been more right than I’d understood.
Pleasuring someone orally required good coordination and focus.
It was worth it to get to play with his cock and to hear Master’s excitement. I hadn’t expected that to be a nice part too, but the more I got to know him the more I enjoyed hearing his sounds. There was something satisfying about finding a spot that made him moan or his shaft jerk like it was demanding attention.
The internet seemed right about them having a mind of their own, and it was starting to make me wonder what mine was up to. I clearly wasn’t interacting with him in the best way possible if just the bare minimum of functional play was getting such a comprehensive reaction from Master.
But thinking about his reactions sparked another thought.
My ass.
I’d almost forgotten that part.
