“Are you sure?” I ask, feeling a little nervous now. “I don’t want to smother you.”
“If I die eating your cunt, I promise you I’ll go out happy,” he chuckles.
My cheeks feel like they’re on fire, but his hands are already guiding me, gripping at my hips and pulling them down as his tongue parts my wet folds and licks a hot stripe all the way up to my clit.
“Jack,” I gasp.
He does it again, making me shudder, and then I remember that I wanted to touch him too. I have to bend my body to reach him, grateful that I’m on the taller side as his hands keep a firm grip on my hips. I wrap my hands around his hard cock, stroking him from root to tip as another bead of pre-cum dews there. I lean in to lick it away, my breath coming out in harsh puffs as Jack alternates sucking on my swollen labia before returning to swirl his tongue around my throbbing clit.
I have to close my eyes to concentrate as I take him back into my mouth, trying to focus on the way his hot length feels against my tongue instead of the wayhistongue is ravaging my pussy likehe owns it. I suck on the head before it slips into my cheek, minding my teeth as I try once more to take him down to the base. I’m more prepared this time, breathing through my nose and swallowing around him as he groans directly against my core, the vibration making me do the same.
He pulls back, cool air hitting my pussy as he practically growls, “Keep that up, and I’m going to come right in that hot little mouth of yours.”
I pull off him with an audiblepop, breathing harshly. “Maybe I want you to.”
“I bet I can make you come first,” he says teasingly, the effect muted by how out of breath he sounds.
“Oh?” I lean in to flick my tongue against the sensitive lip of his glans. “You think so?”
A low moan escapes him, and then he’s diving back in to suck on my clit, his nails biting into the soft skin of my thighs as he holds nothing back.
So I do the same.
I suck him into my mouth as the pleasure in my belly blooms lower,hotter—the pressure coiling tight in a way that lets me know if I don’t up my game, he’s definitely going to win that bet. I tease my tongue along the underside of his shaft as I draw back up, immediately pushing back down as I start to bob my head in quick, rapid strokes.
I fight through the urge to gag as I feel the head of him slide into my throat, swallowing around him again as he moans into my pussy, lapping at me from top to bottom before drawing my clit back into his mouth. I can feel sparks of pleasure shooting off every time he sucks on it, so I double my efforts, sucking on hiscockhead like my life depends on it, even as I feel him start to throb against my tongue.
I close my eyes, trying to focus on just the feel of him in my mouth, but it’s fucking difficult with the way my orgasm isright there, demanding to be unleashed.
But I’m not a fucking quitter.
I bob my head down until I can feel him in my throat, holding him there, fighting that urge to breathe as I swallow, and then swallow again. I want his come so badly now, I can practically already taste him. So I hold him there in my throat, feeling him throb and buck against my tongue, hearing my name muffled between my legs as a long, drawn-out moan follows after, and then—
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jack grunts, his words coming between stuttered licks at my clit.
His come floods my mouth in a rush, and I swallow quickly as it practically pours into my stomach. I groan through it, distracted from my own orgasm for only a second, because even while he’s still spurting into my mouth, his lips latch on to my clit with renewed purpose, the sensation so good that my eyes cross, and I gasp around his still-throbbing cock, and then—
I pull away, even as a splash of his come lands against my lips as I start to unravel, my body shuddering and my limbs feeling like jelly as wave after wave rolls through me, leaving me boneless and spent. I rock back against Jack’s mouth to prolong it, only pulling away when it all gets to be too much, when the pleasure is so sharp that it almost feels like pain.
I couldn’t tell you how I wind up in his arms, but before I can blink, his tongue is in my mouth, the taste of each other passingbetween us as my chest heaves and my heart pounds. We kiss for what feels like forever, until we’re both gasping for breath while his teeth nibble at my lower lip.
“You lost,” I murmur.
“I really didn’t. Trust me.” He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I think you sucked my soul out of my dick.”
“Mm. I think you liked it.”
“Liked it,” he huffs with a laugh. “Liked it, she says.”
He kisses my forehead, and the action is so soft compared to what we just did that I feel a squeezing sensation in my chest. His lips linger there as his breath puffs against my hair, and I close my eyes as I snuggle further into him, admittedly enjoying the warmth. I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve let anyone hold me.
“You didn’t stay last time,” he murmurs.
I shrug one shoulder. “It felt too…intimate.”
“And that’s…a bad thing?”
I shake my head, tucking my face into his chest as embarrassment creeps up my neck. “I didn’t know what this was then. I guess I still don’t.”
