“You.” She grabs me by the base, and I exhale. “Even your cock is pushy and entitled.”
“You have no fucking idea,” I mutter, pulling back and plunging forward. The tip grazes her lips, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum. Her tongue darts out and licks it, making my balls seize. I reach down and thumb at her bottom lip. “Come on, I’ll go easy.”
Those lips create a circle and slowly I push inside, watching closely as she takes me in. Our gaze meets and I see the spark of something flicker inside her eyes. When she bobs her head up and down once, running her tongue up and down my length, I know sure as hell it isn’t fear. It’s the glimmer of desire.
It’s hard not to just fuck her mouth, especially as I watch my dick disappear and reappear with her slow, teasing rhythm. Even though she’s never done it before, she isn’t shy about meeting my eyes when she pulls back, and she isn’t reluctant when she takes me back in, letting me hit the back of her tongue.
There’s already a fine tremor going through my thighs as she works me, a hand curled firmly around my base. Fuck, her mouth is hot, even hotter when she just… twists a little, creating the sweetest drag up my cock. I stroke a hand over her hair, careful, easy. No girl I’ve ever met has liked being force-fed my dick, and Sugar will probably hang me by the balls if I tried. Instead, I just thread my fingers into her hair and let it rest there against her head, feeling the way she surges and retreats.
She gets a little bolder as she sucks me, learning what makes me groan, what makes my chest expand with a shaky inhale, what makes my legs tremble. She moans around a mouthful of my dick and I spit a sharp, “Fuck,” as I watch, reaching down to graze a thumb over the corner of her full mouth.
She blinks her dark eyes up at me, pupils blown wide, and a sudden stream of words spills from my mouth.
“So goddamn gorgeous, Sugar. I think about this all the time—being with you, making you look at me like that. You’re wet for this, aren’t you?” Another moan around my dick makes me shudder. “You’ll let me finger you again, right? You were so hot last night, letting me inside you like that. One of these days, I’m going to fuck you so good.”
She does this thing where she pulls back, tonguing at the head of my dick while her hand pumps me, and my toes start curling with the way my balls draw up.
“You need me to pull out?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even and completely failing. Her eyes flick up to mine, blinking once before she sinks back down on my dick. No, of course not. Sugar might have reservations about sex, but it’s about touch, not this—not about getting dirty and taking.
Still, when my belly begins tensing with the impending wave of sweet, sharp relief, I bite out a low, “It’s coming.”
She makes a low, rough sound in response, and it sends me careening right over the edge. I have to yank my hands away from her and shove them safely behind my head, fisting into my own hair to make sure I don’t do it to her. It hits me like a sledgehammer, an animalistic sound being ripped from my chest as my dick starts pulsing hot waves of cum between her slick lips.
My vision goes white, just for a moment, and I think I must rip out some of my own hair when she sucks it right from my dick, mid-nut. I watch, slack-jawed and breathless as she lets my spent dick slide from her mouth.
I pant out a weak, “Damn, girl,” and she looks up at me, blank-faced. Then, she swallows. “Holy shit, you just—” She just fucking kills me.
When she finally speaks, her voice is rough. “Your jizz tastes vile.”
“Please, my jizz tastes like fucking sunshine.” I flap a hand at the sink in the corner. “You could have spit it out.”
“I needed a time-efficient solution,” she says dryly, but I’m not dumb here. I can see the way her hips kind of… squirm.
“Let me finger you again.” My dick is completely spent, but it still twitches at the thought of it.
She doesn’t miss it, curving an eyebrow at my cock. “And get that thing all revved up again? Let’s give him a break.”
I protest, “But—” and she levels me with a look.
“This was for you. Later, okay?”
Later. Something to look forward to. I can live with that.
Probably.
Coming down off that high takes longer than I’d expect and I’m still sweaty and breathing hard when I pull her off her knees. I tuck myself back in my shorts and straighten my pants. She doesn’t flinch when I run my fingers through her hair, setting back to rights all the places I’d ruffled up.
“I have an idea.”
“I’m sure you do,” she replies. “What kind of idea?”
“I’ll keep buying you expensive things and you keep giving me blow jobs like that. It’s a completely acceptable trade.”
Her lip curls in half-hearted disdain. “You just described a hooker, Bass.”
“Hooker,” I shrug, “or girlfriend. Whichever one, I want it on the regular. For real.”
She looks up at me, forehead creased. “Girlfriend? I thought Sebastian Wilcox didn’t do girlfriends.”