Page 69 of Level With Me
I nodded. “Take it.”
I didn’t wait. I grasped his shaft with two hands, first hungrily licking up the salt of his pre-cum like I’d wanted to before, licking my lips, and then plunging his head into my mouth.
Blake groaned.
Still holding him in my mouth, I flicked my tongue over his tip before sliding my lips farther down. He let out a strained sound as I took all of him in. I shifted my hands so one grasped his balls and the other gripped his ass, pulling him toward me. The only way I could take all of him was to let him hit the back of my throat. When he did, I gagged, but the feeling wasn’t a bad one. It was so hot I felt myself grow even wetter down low.
He slid out and then thrust into me again, his hands gripping my head. “Yes,” he said. “Take it, Cassandra. Take that big hard cock.” He braced his hands on either side of the wall and thrust his hips toward my face over and over until I was pressed up against the wall too, moaning. The sound was muffled by his dick in my mouth, which only made me moan harder. Finally he slowed, pulling himself out, cursing.
“No,” I said, hard, grasping his hips and licking my lips.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I want more.”
“Oh God, Cass,” he said, forgetting himself for a moment. “You have no idea…”
“I. Want. More.” I demanded.
I’d never wanted to keep doing this before. But with Blake, I felt power in it. I felt like his pleasure was mine to control.
He backed up, keeping himself out of reach of my mouth. I slid my fingers across my swollen lips.
Blake made a strangled sound of desire and brought his thumb to my lips, too. “No,” he said, his voice rough. “I need to fuck you.”
He wouldn’t let me have it. He pointed to his jacket, open on the ground. “Get on your back.” His gorgeous torso rippled, every muscle tense.
I massaged my tits once more, knowing I was making him even harder.
“I said get fucking down, Cassandra.”
This time I moved, getting onto my back. Blake stood over me, looking hungrily at my pussy. He got down on his knees, hooking my legs over his shoulders. Then he lowered his face over me, hovering for a moment as he spread me apart. When he dove down and flicked a tongue over my clit, a river of pleasure tore through my whole body. I let out a high, uncontrolled gasp.
He sucked on my clit then, tugging it between his lips as I bucked under him.
But I thought of his cock, too; how I hadn’t finished. How I’d been so turned on making him need me.
“I want to do both,” I said, suddenly gasping because he was still tonguing my clit.
He paused, lifting his head.
“I want you in my mouth when I come,” I said.
Blake sat up, closing his eyes for a moment. I could tell if I asked him, he’d do whatever I wanted. He’d be whatever kind of lover I wanted him to be.
For a moment, anger gripped me again.
Goddamn him for being perfect. So perfect and so not mine.
But I shoved that aside as Blake came toward me. He knelt over my chest now, his cock in his hand. I vaguely noticed the pummeling of rain on the roof, louder than before, like it was keeping up with the intensity of what we were doing.
Then every other thought left me as Blake stroked himself over me, once again showing me the dominance I wanted.
“What if I say no? What if I just come on you right now and don’t give you any of this?”
“I’d be pissed,” I said. “But I’d rub your cum on me and make you hard again. Then I’d give you this.” I parted my knees, sliding my hands down my thighs and showing him where his tongue just was.
“Fuck me,” he groaned. He was slipping, forgetting what I told him.
