Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“I can show you.” I reach for the back of his head and grip his hair tight.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and his Adam’s apple bobs.
As I gently push his mouth toward my cock, I have to hold my breath because I can’t believe this is happening.
“Lick the tip.”
I try to school my reaction to the first touch of his tongue on my slit, but it’s near impossible to hold in the shudder.
He licks down my shaft, even though I don’t tell him to, and then I don’t even need to tell him the next part either. Blake instinctively moves his mouth back up, slowly, and sucks the head into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
He pulls back. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Not at all. I wasn’t expecting you to … That was … yeah, fucking good. That mouth is … is …” It’s going to break me.
Blake lowers his head again, and this time when he sucks me into his mouth, I let him take the lead. He tests me out, alternating between licking the head and sucking me, but he isn’t game enough to go far yet, and that’s fair enough. He’s already done more than I thought he would.
Maybe, deep down, I’d hoped the thought of giving me a blowjob would make him rethink this and put an end to it now before it really began, but no such luck. He’s not only eager for it, he’s a natural.
It’s difficult not to thrust into his mouth. I’ve had years of restraint with newbs, but with Blake … “Fuck, Blake.” I grit my teeth and squeeze my ass cheeks together to try to hold myself back because I want to move in and out of his warm mouth so much I’m scared of hurting him if I let myself go. I want to fuck his face and come down his throat, but it’s way, way, way, way, way too soon to put that on him.
I need him to stop before I can’t help myself. “Kiss me,” I say and pull him off my cock.
Blake looks up at me with confusion written all over his face.
“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hold back,” I say.
His slight frown breaks into something happier. “Maybe I don’t want you to hold back.”
“Whoa, slow down a bit. That’s way too much pressure to put on me. We need to take this one step at a time. You don’t go skiing for the first time and ask to try the diamond run first up.”
He smiles. “And in this situation, your dick is the diamond run? You think highly of yourself, don’t you?”
“Have you met me?”
He laughs. “True.”
“Besides, we have so much more to explore tonight.”
“Oh, do we?”
“Mmhmm.” I pull away from him and slip into the pool. The water is heated to the perfect temperature, warming me from the inside out.
With Blake being on the last step, it brings us to basically the same height when I move toward him and wrap my arms around his back, pressing us together.
His hard cock digs into my hip, and he runs his hands over my wide shoulders and down my chest, trailing his fingers over my nipples.
I suck in a sharp breath and ask him again. “Kiss me. I’ve missed your lips.”
“I thought maybe you might be sick of kissing me after today.” Even though he’s teasing, there’s a seriousness to his tone I can’t decipher.
“Mm, take after take of having your tongue in my mouth. I hate my job so much.”
But even as I pull him closer, Blake doesn’t make a move to kiss me, and that’s when I realize …
“Do you want to slow down?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “I’m just worried that once we start, I won’t want to stop.”
Chapter Seventeen
Blake
I won’t want to stop. Ever. That’s what I almost say, but I hold strong. While the rest of my resolve crumbles, I can still control my mouth. Or at least the words coming out of it.
When it comes to kissing Jordan, yeah, I have no control there.
Especially when he says, “We don’t have to stop.”
Thank fuck.
I don’t think he’s expecting me to practically jump him, but I do. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and fuse my mouth to his.
Jordan stumbles back but grabs my ass to hold me to him as he sucks on my tongue. My hips move against him, seeking friction.
Did I think sucking a dick and grinding up on a guy could ever turn me on like this? No way. But I also never gave it much thought before.
I didn’t know what truly giving myself over to someone was. Not like this. Not where I’m at Jordan’s mercy, in his capable hands, and without any reservations.
Granted, there was a moment there, when Jordan said I could taste him, that a little panic set in, but not because I didn’t want it. I just thought I’d be bad at it. Hell, I probably was, but the way Jordan is with me, encouraging and supportive, and still so hard for me, I don’t feel embarrassed by it.