His command freezes me.
“Show me.”
Oh fuck yes. I free my hand and stuff my juicy fingers in my mouth. Alex groans. His lips are on mine. I barely saw him move. A kiss so hot. But too quick it’s over. He drops to his knees at my feet. My panties are in his hands, down my legs.
“Step out.”
With pleasure. I grip his shoulder for balance and follow his instruction, gladly. He’s so damn tall, his eyes are practically right at boob level. But he’s not interested in boobs, he lifts my leg and plants it on his shoulder, spreading me open. Before I can figure out what’s happening I’m cradled in his arms, one arm along my spine, the other holding my ass. I’m not going anywhere. He’s locked me down without ropes. “I have to taste you.”
It sounds like a request. I nod.
“Words”
“Yes, Alex. Taste me.” Eat me. Make me come on your tongue. I squirm in his hold not quite believing I said any part of that out loud.
He places a scorching kiss at the apex of my opening, teases my clit with the tip of his tongue and hums his delight.
I’m done for. Putty in his hands. Completely at his mercy.
Slow and certain. Tracking every twitch, every response I give him. He builds my climax, and retreats before I can go over. Again. Each rasp of his tongue, each twist of his mouth, each nuzzle of my pussy done with such deliberate intensity, I beg. “Please Alex, please let me come.”
He gazes up at me, the lust that wraps me in a tight cocoon radiates from him. I’m an extension of his arms, his plaything. His arms tighten around me and he returns to his work like a man possessed.
“Please.” I chant the word on repeat, lost in the pleasure he’s constructing like a cage around me, building the walls, sealing the doors. I’m trapped completely in his care, nothing to do but feel and beg. He sucks so hard on my clit, I feel the tug rip my heart from it’s anchor in my chest and I scream with the release of the pressure. He laps at me as my pussy floods his face.
Suddenly I’m flying. In his arms. He’s standing, moving me to the bed, following me down. My other leg over his shoulder and he buries his face between my legs again.
“I can’t.”
He presses two fingers deep inside me and twists. “You will.”
“Oh damn.” He’s right, I will come again for him. As many times as he demands.
He eats me to orgasm twice more before I beg him to stop. His cock is so hard when he stands by the side of the bed. He didn’t fuck me. I slide my hand through the mess he made and use my juices to stroke his length. He puts his knee on the bed, covers my hand with his, increasing the pressure, showing me what he likes. He leans forward and rubs the tip across my lips. My body stiffens and I turn my head. I can’t help it. I try to stroke him again, but he holds me in place as he places distance between us.
“Talk to me.” Alex’s voice is soft but still in command. He hasn’t released my hand, I’m still holding his hot length, but everything has stopped. “We clearly hit a limit. So I need you to talk to me right now.”
I blink at the wall and swallow down my disappointment in myself. Why can’t I get over this? Why do I feel shame about what someone else did to me? Why does it still matter? “I don’t give blow jobs. I should have said something before I let you eat me out, but?—”
“Stop.” He grips my chin, turns my head, and waits until I meet his gaze. “I ate your delicious peach of a pussy because I wanted to. Has nothing to do with you sucking my dick.”
“All men want blow jobs.” Or pictures of them.
“Doubt it. I’m sure there are some who don’t like it for whatever reason. Who cares why. Don’t matter. Ifyoudon’t want to do something, that’s enough of a reason. Just tell me. Talk to me.” He caresses my face so tenderly.
He’s not a monster. No matter what my uncle thinks, he’s wrong. Alex is a good man. I slide my hand up his cock. “Don’t let this be over. I want to make you feel good. I want to be with you, Alex.”
“Wait.” He takes a step back.
Fuck, I’ve lost him. If only I could get over my resistance to this one act.
He grabs a bottle from the night stand. “We need a little help.” He holds my hand palm up and squirts out some of the lube, cold at first, but quickly warming against my skin. With a quick nudge, he makes room on the bed to straddle me on his knees, his cock in full glory. Apparently my lack of oral desire didn’t dampenhisardor a bit. I grip him as hard as he showed me and work him up and down, learning every vein, every bump, savoring the way his skin shifts over the steely core. His hips move to my rhythm. He’s over me, topping me, but somehow giving me control. A smile forms on my lips and I speed up taking ownership of his pleasure the way he owned mine. I cup his heavy balls. Playing a little and get a moan from him. Yeah, that’s it. I swirl my hand over his crown with every stroke, adding pressure as if he was riding me, inside of me. His cock weeps with pleasure, adding to the lube. I speed my motions, adding heat, following the silent demands of his body.
“Fuck. Fuck. SJ. I’m gonna come so hard. Do it, baby. Make me come all over those glorious tits.”
“Yes.” I draw his length down, pointing the tip toward my chest, working his length. He grips my hand again, takes control and his body freezes in a roar as the first release arcs across my skin. Each shuddering shot paints me with his hot pleasure. The satisfaction of bringing this man to ecstasy makes me glow. He frees himself from my grip and I gaze into his eyes as I rub his come into my skin, over my nipples, squeezing my flesh to burnish him into my body. I don’t have to swallow him to infuse him into me.
Twelve
