Page 121 of Devil’s Disciples

She laughed. “You fascinate me.”

“Did you expect me to know the speed of sound?”

Her eyebrows and her shoulders raised in unison. “What? One thousand and eighty-eight feet per second is hard to remember?”

I looked her over. “You’re pretty fucking fascinating, too.”

So far, talking to her was more fun than eating. I found it hard to believe, however, that she hadn’t complained about me revealing my thoughts to her. “I’m surprised you didn’t get mad about what I said earlier. I’m not used to women taking things in stride.”

“I’m forty-four, not seventeen,” she said with a laugh. “Blowjob talk doesn’t scare me.”

I expected her to get up and throw her napkin at me when I revealed my thoughts. The fact that she didn’t caused me to view her differently than the barflies I was used to. I admired her for a moment, recognizing her self-confidence, and how comfortable she was in her own skin.

My attention quickly went to her full lips and stayed there for a few long seconds. I decided to reveal my immaturity, push the envelope a little, and test her threshold for sexual banter.

“I want your mouth on my cock,” I said matter-of-factly.

She rested her big titties against the edge of the table and looked me in the eyes. My mouth fell open as she dragged the tip of her tongue from one side of her upper lip to the other, and back.

“You’re really wanting me to wrap these puppies around that big dick of yours and suck it, aren’t you?” she asked in a low, sultry tone.

My cock rose to attention the instant she said suck.

I cleared my throat. “Uh huh.”

She made a ‘v’ with her hands, and then rested her chin against her palms. A guilty smile followed. “You wouldn’t close your eyes, would you? You’d watch these thick lips slide up and down your swollen shaft until you got ready to explode. Would you come on my face, or deep in my throat?”

My dick was testing the tensile strength of the Levi’s denim that kept it hidden from view. Uncomfortably hard, and throbbing against the inside of my jeans, I pushed down on it with the heel of my palm, only to realize it was so stiff that it hurt.

“I’d uhhm.” I swallowed heavily. “Your throat.”

She gripped her neck lightly with the web of her hand, and then stroked it slowly. “I’d love it if you pumped my throat full of cum. I’d be soaked when it was over, I can tell you that much.” A light moan escaped her. She shook it off, and then peered into my desire-filled eyes. “Maybe one day we’ll reach that point.”

What?

One day?

I squinted. “Not tonight?”

“No.” She sat up straight and shook her head. “Not tonight.”

My cock didn’t take no as an acceptable response. I didn’t, either. “Why not? You got some stupid rule about sucking a cock on day one?”

“No, it’s not that. If I suck your cock tonight, you’ll get what you’re after,” she explained. “Then, I might not ever see you again. I don’t want to take that chance. I’d like to see you again. I like you. So far, anyway.”

She needed a nudge, and I was prepared to give one. “Whether you see me again depends on how good you are at sucking dick. If you suck it like a pro, I’ll make sure you see me again.”

Her eyebrows raised. “Believe me, I’m good enough at it that I’d own you after the first time I did it.”

I let out a laugh. “Own me?”

“That’s right. Own. I don’t care how many times you’ve had your dick sucked, you haven’t had a real blowjob until I’ve sucked your dick.”

There wasn’t anyone who could own me from performing a sexual act, regardless of what it was. Nonetheless, her bragging and teasing was working. I wanted my dick in her mouth so bad my stomach twisted into a knot.

“Prove it,” I said.

She shook her head. “Not tonight.”