Page 29 of Broken Chords
Soft, wet lips touch again and again, occasionally her tongue flicking out to taste me. My hands clench into fists as she moves lower. “Charlie, what are you doing?”
The bed shifts, and I know she must be sitting up, because I can’t feel her breath on my skin when she answers. “I told you. Making you feel good.”
Her hands slide down, back over my hips then up and in, one hand gently cradling my balls while the other closes over my shaft, pulling it away from my body.
Whatever I might’ve said next leaves my head, and all I can do is groan at her soft hands touching me where I ache for her the most.
She pumps me a few times, and her hot breath fans over the head of my dick.
“Charlie?”
She doesn’t answer. Instead those soft, wet lips make contact, and my hips arch up involuntarily.
Her tongue swipes up the length of my shaft. Again. And again. Moving up and down and all around, her hand gripping me, sliding over my shaft now slick with her saliva.
“Oh, God.”
She lets out a low chuckle. “I told you I wanted to make you feel good.” Her mouth closes over the head of my dick again, her tongue swirling around, finding all the sensitive places. Some I didn’t even know about. Because no one’s ever done this to me before.
Her touch is more exploration than anything right now as she tastes me, grips me with her hand, squeezing. Her other hand still cradles my balls, gently fondling me in a way no one ever has before. She settles into a rhythm, slow and steady, her mouth sucking, tongue moving, the firm pressure of her hand stroking me, feeling like an extension of her mouth. Hot, wet heaven.
My eyes widen as her fingers caress the skin behind my balls, exploring, stroking, but not too far. The pressure on my taint makes my dick pulse in her firm grip. She increases the suction and speed in response, her finger rubbing that same place again. My hands tighten in the sheets, my breath coming faster, harder.
That seems to spur her on even more.
“Oh, God. That feels …” I can’t even verbalize how it feels. Words are lost in a whirlwind of sensation. My entire being is focused on her hands and mouth on me and how amazing it is.
My abs shudder, and I need to pull back or I’m going to blow in her mouth. But I can’t move away from her. I’m flat on my back on my bed, with her crouching over me. “Babe, I’m gonna …”
I don’t even get the words out before I surge into her mouth, my hips driving up, doing the opposite of what I wanted only a second ago, acting outside of my conscious control. My balls tighten as she sucks hard. My abs contract so hard, I almost sit up, and with a shout, I come in her mouth. She takes it, milking me with her hand, still sucking as I lay twitching under her. Once she’s drained me dry, she lets me fall from her mouth, the air cold on my overheated dick.
“Oh my God,” I say again.
She lets out a light laugh as she gently sets me down, my dick now resting on my belly, and crawls up the length of my body to fit herself against my side. “I told you I wanted to make you feel good.”
“Good is not even close to the right word.”
“Glad you liked it.” She turns her face into my shoulder, like she’s hiding her smile even though we’re in the dark still, and I can’t see her anyway. A fact which I’d like to remedy right away.
Pressing a quick kiss to her head, I sit up.
“Where are you going?”
“I want to turn on the light. I want to see you.”
“Okay. I want to see you too.”
I hesitate in the middle of the room for a split second, realizing that I’m completely naked and she’s still wearing clothes.
“Feeling shy all of a sudden?”
The challenge in her voice makes me reach for the light switch and flick it on, closing my eyes against the sudden brightness.
“Dude, if we’re going to spend time here, you need to get a bedside lamp or something. That overhead light is too much.”
I crack my eyes open with a laugh and look at her sitting on my bed, hair tousled, eyes skating over me, lingering below my waist.
“Look at you,” she murmurs, almost to herself. “I knew you had to be packing something decent there.”
