He was close.
Eagerness zinged through me, but I resisted the urge to hurry him to the end. I kept dragging it out, switching from one thing to another until he was groaning and grunting and all those other yummy, erotic noises nonstop, and his hips were flexing, shoving his cock at me.
“Fuck—fuck,” he grumbled. “Can’t…can’t hold out any longer, babe. Been tryin’ to hold it, to feel this for as long as you’re willin’ to do it. But I gotta come, honey. I fuckin’—Igottacome soon.”
I was willing to do this as long as he could hold out, and longer. Ienjoyedthis. I’d heard a lot of girls at school talking about doing this, and how they did it for various reasons. Some because they knew the guy liked it, some only if they had to, some because he’d go down on them if they went down on him, some blatantly said it was to get him into a receptive mindset so he’d do things for them, and other said they flat out hated it—I understood all of that except the last one—and only a very few said they genuinelyenjoyeddoing it.
I guess I’m in that minority, then.
When he said he justhadto come, I backed away and let him fall out of my mouth, giving my jaw and throat a quick break before the big show. I just gazed up at him, stroking him to keep him on the edge. Smiled at him. Kissed the tip of his cock, and he grunted, thumbed my cheekbone, shaking his head at me with a grin that was…
Loving, maybe.
“Killin’ me, Eva.”
“Not yet,” I breathed. “But I’m about to.”
“Fuck.”
I grinned at him. “Remember everything I talked about? Give it all to me. Don’t hold back. I can take it.” I demonstrated, by taking his cock into my mouth and down my throat until I gagged, held there, bobbed shallowly, gagging, and backed away. “Iliketaking it.”
“Fucking holy goddamn shit.”
I laughed. “Are you ready, Bax?”
He shook his head. “Fuckno.”
“Good.”
I kissed the head of his cock again—because I loved his cock and because he seemed to find amusement when I did so—and then I slid him between my lips, deep, deep, deeper. Changed angles so I could look up at him, and then leaned forward, breasts swaying as I began to truly go down on him in earnest. Thrills raced through me, pebbling my skin, as he began grunting and even making soft, high-pitched noises—those were my favorite. I went after those high-pitched moans, sliding him deep and backing away, and I got them from him, noises I don’t think he’d ever made before.
No hands, now.
I wrapped them around his ass, clawed my fingers in, a subtle encouragement. Pulled at him…a not so subtle encouragement.
His hands gripped my hair tightly, and he hunched over me and started thrusting.
I adjusted to accommodate this, backing away so he could thrust as deeply as he wanted.
Fuck, this was hot.
He fucked my throat, then, and I let out a moan as he did so, bobbing into his thrusts.
God, yes.
I gagged on him, clawing at his ass until I was sure he’d have marks.
“Now, Jesus, Jesus—Eva—fuck,now!”
There was a loud honk right then, the blare of an air horn from a semi, and I started. I glanced up to see Bax giving the driver a middle finger, and there was another blare of the horn and the roar of an engine as he pulled away, leaving us alone.
The thrill of having been seen blasted through me, and I felt myself aching, throbbing, and turned on to the point of desperation.
And then Bax came.
The truck had thrown off the timing, and I’d lost the preparedness of his warning, so when he unleashed, I wasn’t expecting it. It made it even hotter, even more erotic, even more thrilling. He came with a roar, thrusting into my throat and then backing away, and my mouth was filled with thick hot tangy musky salty come. I swallowed it, but he was coming even more and I swallowed that, but then, just as I’d fantasized, it was too much and so unexpected that I couldn’t keep up, and what I couldn’t swallow spilled out around his cock, dripping down my chin. I was gagging on it, my mouth forced open by the need to breathe and swallow, and he thrust right then, into my throat, so I clutched at his cock with both hands, gazing up at him with his come trickling down my mouth, swallowing and letting even more spill out. He was still spurting, and it hit my chin, and then I took him back into my mouth and sucked, licked, swallowed as he spurted the last little bit, and I jerked his length eagerly, hard and fast, sucking it all out of him, pumping him until he sagged, and his cock was sucked dry of every last bit of his come.
I stood up, my knees creaking and aching, and he clung to me, burying his forehead against mine.
