And the thought of getting my mouth on him…
He reaches down with his free hand, and I watch him undo his zipper, realizing, right then and there, that I’ve never actually seen him. It’s always been about me, his hands on me, makingmecome in the most embarrassing ways possible, and I’ve never—
He takes himself out.
He’s not fully hard yet, and he’s already— He’s bigger than me. He’s thick and bigger than average, and he strokes himself to hardness, inches from my face, watching me while he does it, fully aware of what he’s doing to me. My mouth has opened slightly, but I can’t close it for the life of me.
Because my brother-in-law is fisting his cock in front of my face—
“Will.” My voice is desperate as I shift in my seat, the need inside of me growing too strong to contain.
I need him. Right now.
“Let’s see what you can do,” he says, tilting my head up to look at his face instead of his perfect cock. “Show me why I don’t need anybody else.”
I nod, faster than I should, and he laughs that teasing sound. “So eager.”
“Shut up,” I say, and lean forward.
He guides his cock into my mouth, his head steady in my hair, grounding me.
I groan as soon as he hits my tongue, the heavy feeling, the taste of him after a long day of working outside. It’s all him, and I press my hand against my crotch so I don’t come in my pants again from his taste in my mouth.
How do people do this?
How doIdo this?
I was with a woman for my entire adult life. Two now, if you count Karen. This was never something that came up. And now, I’m finally getting what I want, and my senses are overwhelmed, and I have no idea what to do.
I try to think about what I like.
It’s been long enough since someone has had their mouth on me that I have to think hard, but I start, licking lightly, testing the waters, taking him an inch deeper.
Will makes a sound above me, tugging on my hair until I pull off of him. When I look up, he’s staring down at me with a raised eyebrow. “That all you got?”
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Come on, Doc.” He glances down at his cock, a suggestion to try again. “why shouldn’t I go find somebody who knows what they’re doing?”
Those words hit right where they’re meant to as I remember Nora. She probably knows what she’s doing. She probably wouldn’t be embarrassing herself right now.
This time, I try to stay out of my head, not to let my own arousal steer what’s happening. I find a rhythm, sucking him in as far as I can, using my hand to stroke what I can’t take, dragging my tongue up the vein on the underside.
After a minute, his grip on my hair tightens, and he exhales through his nose, less controlled than I’ve heard him. “Better.”
I lose track of time as the world around me falls away until there’s only this. His fingers in my hair, the sounds he makes, the pleasure he’s getting fromme. He says things above me, taunting me the way he always does, but the words don’t hit the same when they’re followed by breathy moans and little thrusts.
I could get used to this. Get better with time. I certainly enjoy it. But that’s sort of the problem.
I’m so turned on I can’t think straight.
It builds faster and more urgently than it ever has, and I become aware of it too late, pressing my hand back over my crotch, trying to breathe through it, but he’s making that sound again, and I can taste him, and I’m—
I have to pull back, a wave of pleasure hitting when I press into myself again, trying to force away the need with a choked-off sound. Will’s eyes drop to my hand pressed flat against the front of my scrubs, and I know he understands.
I close my eyes, accepting my fate.
“Are you serious? Already?”
