Page 68 of A Song for You

“Tell me how to make you come. Tell me what you like. Teach me,” she says, her eyes locked with mine and holding a vulnerability that brings me back to the present.

I take my hand and grip myself like I like, stroking up and down, never looking away from her. “Hold me like this and then move with some pressure.”

Her intense focus turning to my cock, she wraps her soft, slender fingers around mine. For a moment, I don’t move my hand, savoring the sensation of her over me. Then she makes eye contact again, her brown irises liquifying as she melts for me.

“Like this?” she asks softly. Her tongue darts out, and she swipes it across her bottom lip as she drags her attention from my face to my dick and back again.

I release myself, only to envelop her hand, guiding her. “Yeah, like that,” I say. I close my eyes for a second, relishing the way her smooth fingers tug so gently.

“Can I—” she says, but clamps her mouth shut, her cheeks going pink.

I grab her chin so she’s forced to look me in the eye. “Can you what?”

“Can I taste you?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

Fuck.

“Kitten, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me. But yeah,” I say with a dry laugh, “you can fucking taste me. Please. Wrap those gorgeous lips around my cock and suck me like the good little slut you are.”

She squirms, rubbing her legs together as she tips at the waist.

“Just the idea of sucking me off in public has you dripping right now, doesn’t it?”

The fucking noises that come from her throat as she peeks up at me. Goddamn. But they don’t compare to the sound she makes when she finally lowers herself and licks along my shaft. She moans like she’s just had a taste of the best fucking piece of chocolate.

She swirls her tongue over my tip, licking up the precum. Evidence of just how fucking much her presence alone excites me—memories of eating her out yesterday and today spurring me on. Pent-up desire after a month of no company except my own because she’s the only woman I can even think about, let alone touch. And then she circles my cock with her mouth and slides down, attempting ever so gallantly to take me all the way in before she gags and coughs, and fuck if that doesn’t make my ego swell.

I tug her hair gently to pull her back and dip my chin to gain her attention. “Go slow and breathe through your nose. And use your hand. You don’t have to take me all the way down your throat just yet. You’ll get there, but for now, it’s okay to cheat a little.”

She nods, her cheeks flushing, and then she dips back down and takes me in her warm, wet mouth again. It takes an insane amount of restraint not to thrust, wanting nothing more than to fuck her perfect lips. To come down her throat. To watch her eyes tear as I pull on her hair and fuck her until she’s begging me to make her come.

But I don’t. I let her set the pace. Because even this slow, it’s the best blow job I’ve ever had. Knowing it’s her first time, that I’m the first one to have my dick in her mouth, has me so fucking hard.

She swirls her tongue as she sucks, and I can’t help but groan a little too loudly for such a public place. She whimpers, and with her legs straddling my knee, she rubs herself against me.

“That’s it, baby. Use me,” I encourage as she works me up and down, all while getting herself off. “Fuck, you look gorgeous on your knees.” My praise only spurs her on, her grinding turning frantic, saliva dripping from her mouth as she takes me deeper.

Less controlled. Desperate.

On the edge of losing it, I wrap a fistful of hair around my hand, pushing her down and swelling as she gags. Her eyes meet mine, full of unshed tears but alight with desire, her hips rolling against my knees more persistently.

“You’re close, aren’t you? Come for me, baby. Come all over me, and then I’ll clean you up. I’m going to lick you so hard you come again.”

She whimpers around my cock as her legs tremble, ecstasy overtaking her and sending me following after.

“Kitten, I’m going to come.”

She nods around me, and I spill down her throat. Her eyes go wide at the first jolt of my cock, but I talk her through it. “Just swallow, baby. You got it. Such a good girl. Look at you, fuck.”

“I think the book is in Aisle twelve,” a feminine voice echoes.

With a jerk, I pull Cat up and press her against my chest, panting as heavily as she is.

“Shit,” she mutters, her face flushed.

She scrambles to stand, and I grab for my pants, which are down at my knees. I pull them on and jump up just as two older women round the corner.

“Um, I think the book is over there,” Cat says, pointing to the book she threw before we got caught up in the moment. “Yup, right here!” she cries.