Page 52 of Broken Chords
Chapter Twenty-Three
Legato:smooth and connected
Damian
She wants to sixty-nine. She wants my mouth on her while her mouth is on me. Isn’t this every guy’s dream? A girl who loves giving head? Who can blame her for wanting to be on the receiving end too?
And I want nothing more than to pleasure her however she wants.
But I don’t want to admit that I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m good with my hands, as she’s pointed out on more than one occasion. I know how to touch her to drive her crazy and make her fall apart. But the only time I’ve given oral to a girl, it didn’t go well.
Charlie’s already naked and impatient. I’m still unbuttoning my shirt when her hands go to my belt, yanking the leather through the buckle and whipping it out of my belt loops, dropping it on the floor with a soft thunk. The button and zipper are undone before I know it, and she’s shoving my pants and underwear down over my hips together, her hands cool and soft as she caresses my thighs, my ass, which she pauses to squeeze before circling around to the front. One hand cups my balls and the other pumps my shaft.
Her eyes sparkle in the candlelight, full of love and lust and mischief. “Catch up, Damian. You still have too many clothes on.” Her tongue darts out and she takes a long swipe over the head of my dick, and my knees almost buckle.
“Christ, Charlie, how’m I supposed to catch up with you doing that?”
She lets out a giggle. “Am I making it hard to focus?” Before I can answer, she licks me again, then sucks me into the wet heat of her mouth. This time my knees lose their firmness, bending till they hit the bed.
Pulling back, Charlie surveys me almost philosophically. She releases my dick, kneeling up and wrapping her arms around my neck, bringing my mouth to hers for a slow, sensual kiss. I abandon my buttons, instead wrapping my arms around her luscious body, losing myself to her kiss.
She sinks back, bringing me with her, pulling me to lie next to her on the bed. Then she rolls us so I’m on my back, and she’s propped over me. She breaks the kiss, tsking at me and shaking her head in mock disappointment as she finishes unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes meet mine for a second. “Do you think you can manage to get this the rest of the way off while I take care of your pants?”
Letting out a low laugh, I sit up and pull my arms out of the sleeves. “Since you’re not trying to blow me while I undress, yeah, I think I can manage.”
She gives me an unrepentant grin, pulling my shoes off and dropping them on the floor before yanking the rest of my clothes off my body. She crawls on top of me, leaning over to kiss me again, her hand coming between us to grip my shaft and rub up and down in slow, even strokes.
This time when she breaks the kiss, she turns, edging back on the bed next to me, her hand still stroking me. It’s not until her knees are even with my head that I realize she’s about to position herself for our sixty-nine. Since I’ve voiced no objection, she’s operating under the assumption that I’m on board.
And it’s not that I’m not on board. It’s that …
“Charlie, I’ve never done this before.” My admission is soft, but I manage to get it out.
She looks back at me over her shoulder. “You’ve never done a sixty-nine before?”
I shake my head, unable to help myself from reaching out to run a hand over her thigh. “I’ve never done sixty-nine.” I swallow hard, looking down at my feet. “I’ve never given oral to a girl before, either. Well, once, but it was bad. I don’t …” I clear my throat and force myself to go on. “It wasn’t good. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t think you’d much enjoy a sixty-nine with me.”
She releases me and sits back on her heels, looking up and down my body. Her eyes settle on my face. “How was it not good?”
With a shrug, I look away, not enjoying this conversation. “She didn’t like it. So maybe we should just—”
“Did you use your teeth?”
My eyes jerk to hers. “What?”
Her expression is curious and a little detached, no longer lost to passion like she was just seconds ago. “Did you use your teeth?” she repeats slowly.
“No. Should I have? That sounds painful.”
She giggles, the sound breaking the tension. “No, don’t use your teeth. Unless the girl is into that.” Her eyes cut to mine. “I’m not, by the way.”
“Uh, good to know.”
Her hand slides over my chest, a smirk crossing her face. “So that’s why you’ve never gone down on me.” It’s a statement, like she’s just figured that out.
“Yeah. I know what I’m doing otherwise, but not …”
“With your mouth?” she finishes for me, another smirk.
