Page 31 of Can't Take Moore
“What do you think you’re doing?” Vienna challenged, arching an eyebrow at me.
I leaned forward and caught one of her earlobes between my teeth, giving it a gentle tug before I whispered my answer against the shell of her ear. “Isn’t it obvious? I think dinner can wait. I want dessert first. I’m going to eat you out again, princess.”
“I don’t think so.” Vienna shook her head, grinning wickedly. My balls tightened at the sight. I couldn’t resist the urge to play along and see where she took this.
“Oh? And why is that?” My voice came out husky with desire. I palmed her breasts, the perfect handful. I thrilled at the way her nipples pebbled beneath my hands, even with the fabric of her top still between us. I intended to remedy that at the first available opportunity.
“Because it’s my turn.” My heart skipped several beats at that sexy little declaration. Vienna licked her lips, and I shivered in response. “Sit down.” It was an order, not a request, and I realized I liked it when she was bossy and took charge, particularly when it came to sex. She was growing comfortable with me to take charge of her own sexuality, and I loved that I could give that to her. So I did as she asked and seated myself on the barstool where I had just tried to place her.
I gripped the stool on either side of my thighs as Vienna reached out, popped the button on my fly, and unzipped my pants. My breath hitched in my chest as she reached inside my waistband, hooked her fingers inside my boxer briefs, and reached inside to cup my aching cock, giving my hard shaft a couple of slow, tentative strokes.
I groaned, gently bucking my hips, grinding my cock against her palm to encourage her to keep going. Emboldened by my moaning and gasps, Vienna tugged my pants and boxer briefs down until my cock sprang free. Kneeling in front of me, she gently gripped the base and flicked her tongue against the head, where—to my surprise—a bead of pre-come had already formed in anticipation of what she was about to do. Letting my head fall back and my eyes close, I groaned with pleasure as she wrapped her soft lips around the head of my cock and started sucking.
Ever so slowly, her head bobbed as she worked her mouth up and down the shaft of my cock, her tongue stroking and swirling a hypnotizing rhythm against my sensitive skin.
“Do you have any idea how good that feels?” I panted, my breath already coming in sharp, ragged gasps. It was hard to resist the urge to buck my hips in time with what she was doing.
Vienna paused to stroke my cock with a firm, languid hand until I raised my head and looked down at where she kneeled between my feet. Her eyelashes lowered, and her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. She swallowed convulsively, then spoke.
“Not a clue, actually.” She bit her lip for a second, and her blush darkened as she raised her gaze to meet mine. “Was I doing okay? You can tell me if I wasn’t, you know.”
You could have knocked me off the barstool with a feather. How did she not know how incredible she was, how amazing it had felt when she was sucking my cock? “Okay? Princess, what you were doing was way better than just okay. It felt absolutely fucking incredible. Please don’t stop.”
The way her eyes glowed at my praise made my cock twitch. I never wanted to stop making her light up like that. When she took my cock in her mouth again and set back to work, sucking and stroking me all at the same time, I buried my fingers in her hair and moaned my pleasure loudly enough that I wondered if the neighbors might hear me. I didn’t stop, though.
“Just like that, princess.” I hissed the words through clenched teeth, holding my hips still through a herculean force of will so she could control the pace. I stroked the silken strands of her hair, loving the way it felt sliding through my fingers.
As gently as I could, I guided her head, helping her set a slightly slower pace. If I had let her keep going just the way she was, I would have finished sooner than either of us was ready for. I wanted to enjoy this, savor every second, let her know that she was doing absolutely perfectly. “Nice and slow baby, just like that. You feel so good.”
Every time I murmured words of praise, Vienna let out a deep, guttural noise in response. The feel of her moaning with her lips wrapped around my cock made my eyes roll back in my head. The vibrations felt amazing, and something was thrilling—so deeply satisfying on a primal level—about making her moan with pleasure just by praising her and telling her how well she was doing, how perfect she was in every possible way.
“You’re so sweet, so perfect, princess.” I gently stroked her hair, her cheek, the angle of her jaw, all the way down to the smooth column of her throat. Then I slowly dragged my fingers back up the path they’d just come, moaning and putting myself completely at Vienna’s mercy. Mindless, lost in the glorious sensations, I let my fingers trail that path over and over, memorizing each sweet curve and angle by touch alone.
She paused only long enough to laugh softly and shake her head, even as one hand stroked my cock in that same rhythm her mouth had been bobbing up and down to moments before. “Careful, now. You keep saying things like that, and it might go to my head.”
“Good. I hope it does because it’s true. You are perfect exactly as you are, and no one has ever made me feel as amazing as you’re making me feel right now. Come here.”
I cupped her face in my hands and leaned down, pressing a fierce kiss against her soft, supple lips. Tasting myself, the salty tang of my pre-come and the flavor that was uniquely me, on Vienna’s tongue was the most wildly erotic thing I had ever experienced in my life. She let out a sexy little purr, then lightly dragged her fingernails down my back as she kissed her way down my throat, across the expanse of my chest, and followed my happy trail all the way back to my cock.
The sight of her kneeling between my feet and stroking my cock was almost enough to do me in all on its own. The way she looked up at me through the thick fringe of her eyelashes with that slight, shy blush pinking her cheeks made my heart skip several beats. My breathing turned uneven, and my chest tightened as she licked her lips and offered me a tentative smile.
“I want you to come in my mouth, Dean.” I groaned, already in ecstasy just at the thought of spilling my seed on her tongue.
“Fuck yes. Anything you want, princess.” She could have asked me for the moon, and I’d have found a way to give it to her. I stroked her silky hair again, my cock aching with the need to be in her mouth, to come there, just like she’d asked me to.
When she wrapped her lips around me again, licking and sucking and stroking my cock in that exquisite rhythm that was uniquely Vienna’s, I closed my eyes. Usually, I felt the need to control every little thing, to make sure that things went exactly as I wanted them to, but I didn’t have to do that with Vienna. With her, I could let go and just enjoy the moment, the pleasure, the give and take that seemed to come so naturally with her.
With every breath, every stroke, she pushed me closer to the edge. It felt strange, in the best way possible, to let go and let Vienna take complete control. I could have lived at that moment forever, with her mouth wrapped around my cock, her tongue stroking and swirling perfectly to push me to the absolute peak of pleasure. My balls tightened, and I knew I was about to give her exactly what she’d asked for. “I’m right there, princess. Are you ready for me to fill your pretty mouth with my come?”
Her only response was to suck harder as she moaned, the vibrations setting off my release. Gently burrowing my fingers in her hair, I held her head still, crying out and arching on the barstool as my hips bucked and my seed spilled onto her tongue.
I wasn’t even sure how it was possible, but I already wanted to make love to her again, even though I had just come. Slumping back on the barstool, I took a moment to gather myself. Panting, I stared down at her, meeting her questioning gaze. “That was…absolutely incredible.”
As a matter of fact, it had to be the best blow job I’d ever had in my life, bar none. Not that I had anything other than hazy memories of anything I’d done before Vienna. She was quickly becoming the center of my world.
I tugged my boxer briefs and pants up and secured them, but only so I could carry my woman upstairs. “As soon as I’ve had a chance to recover, I’m going to show you just how incredible you just made me feel, princess. And now that we’ve talked about being exclusive, I want you to think about letting me take you without anything in between us if you’re on birth control. It’s been a long time since I was with anyone else, but I was still tested at my last doctor’s appointment. I’m clean.”
“I am, too. It was part of the barrage of medical tests for the Olympics. And I’m on the pill.”
