“If he’s gonna use it to torture me, yeah.”
Stubborn little devil.
“You’re saying pleasure wrong,” I growl in his ear while circling my thumb around his crown.
“Stop toying with me and I’ll change my definition.”
I’m tempted to tease him even more, to really draw out thetorturehe thinks I’m inflicting, but the silky liquid I’m rubbing over his tip conjures images of inhaling his scent, and I have the sudden, desperate urge to know what that scent tastes like.
Dropping to my knees, I brace my hands on his thighs and put my face level with his cock, taking a moment to admire how it looks up close.
Hard.
Full.
Flushed.
I stall a moment for courage, licking my lips, and have to bite back a feral groan when his thick length bobs in midair, straining toward my mouth. Obviously, my own cock has performed a similar trick when it’s impatient, but seeing someone else’s dick do it forme… It’s on.
In keeping with my torturous mission, I start by simply licking his slit, getting the flavor of his precum all over my tongue. Just like I had hoped, he tastes exactly as he smells, though his essence is more subtle than I anticipated. A soft hint rather than a zing of musk, which has me swirling my tongue all over his crown to lap it up.
“Fucking tease,” my little devil grunts his frustration.
“Tastes like you enjoy my teasing.” I give him another lick.
“What I’d like is for that mouth to be too full of my cock to speak.”
That gives me an idea. “Ask nicely.” I wrap my lips around his crown and give him a gentle suck, loving the way that makes his thighs tremble under my hands.
“Nice is not shoving my dick down your throat.”
I ignore the bait and continue softly slurping his tip.
“Ugh,” he groans as his head falls against the wall. “Please suck me off.”
It takes all my willpower not to smile triumphantly as I swallow him to the back of my throat, fighting the urge to gag when that’s a little too much.Note to self, I’ll need to work up to that.
Using a little more restraint I bob up and down his length, getting it nice and wet so the glide is effortless. With each pass I alternately drag my tongue along the underside of his dick or hollow my cheeks and suck, switching things up at random. I’m mostly just trying to learn what he likes, but I think the fact he has no idea what to expect is a turn on for him given the guttural moans I’m pulling from his chest.
Strong fingers tunnel into my hair as I drink down his length, losing myself in his throaty groans. Glancing upward, I find his head tipped back, mouth slightly parted as his chest heaves with each stunted breath. It confirms what I knew all along—he wants this as much as I do—and he's loving every second of it.
A proud smirk ghosts across my face as he grips my hair in his fist and rocks forward, pleading for more. I pinch the inside of his thigh, a silent warning not to rush me, though I do increase the suction as I keep my steady pace. He plasters his palms against the wall, gripping helplessly at the smooth surface, and I bite back another grin.He's gorgeous in the throes of ecstasy.
When my mouth starts to go numb and his grunts have turned to a mumbled string ofyesyesyesyes,I figure he’s had enough. Holding him between my lips I slurp his length while kneading his balls, sucking as hard and fast as I can. His head thrashes from side to side as he roars his release, and I choke down the load that spurts from his slit as fast as my throat will allow, licking up every last drop.
So, on top of finding men's lingerie sexy it seems I also like the feel of a hard cock on my tongue. Good thing I like adventure.
When my little devil’s tremors subside, his legs finally give and he slides down the wall until his face is even with mine. For the first timein… ever maybe… I want to kiss the plush lips in front of me, but I shake my head to clear the thought, sensing that might be taking things too far.
“Holy shit, playboy,” my devil pants. “I knew you were trouble.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning you give seriously good head. I sure as shit hope you’re careful since you must swallow a lot of cock to get that good at it.” He leans his head against the wall to study me, chest still heaving erratically.
“I never give blow jobs.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my wrist.
“Don’t play innocent. You already told me you’ve taken fans to bed.”
