It’s like he’s been popped with a branding iron when it makes contact with the head of his cock. I look back up at him, giving him a wicked grin. He groans in frustration.
“You want my mouth?”
“More than anything.”
Cold chills swim over my skin with the huskiness in his tone.
Leaning back, I lick the length of him, swirling my tongue against his tip. Who needs alcohol when I can get drunk on this man so easily?
His hips flex again, his need to go deeper in my mouth clear in the action. I give him what he wants because I need the very same thing. With cheeks drawn in, suction tight on his tip, I lower my mouth. His moan of pleasure is better than any song I’ve ever heard, the clench of his hand on the back of my head the exact pressure I need to keep going.
“Leighton,” he complains when I pop off and run my tongue back down his shaft.
Then there are no complaints grumbling from him when I suck one of his balls into my mouth. He makes no noises, his shock and pleasure keeping him silent. I never knew I could feel so much pleasure in doing this. Giving head isn’t something I do very often. With the encounters I normally have, getting to the actual deed of sex is usually quick, a fast orgasm and then getting away from my partner is the goal. But I want to spend hours, days even, worshiping this man.
But even as I think that, I’m desperate for more of my own pleasure. I suck on him one last time before wrapping my lips around the head of his cock again, sucking him down as far as I can take him before letting my lips run back up. His grip tightens, the tug on my roots a pain I welcome. I get lost in him, in the teasing, the sucking, the licking, the sounds he’s making.
He presses harder, urging me to take more until I lose my breath. He urges me deeper, his cock head pressing against the back of my throat, and I find myself wanting him there, wanting to gag and choke, and he seems all too willing to give that to me, to take that from me, but then the pressure eases, but I don’t pull away.
“Leighton,” he hisses, and I hear it as the warning it is.
I don’t listen. I grip the part of him I can’t manage and squeeze, my other hand cupping his sac and tug. His hips jolt, cock jerking, and all I can do is swallow, repeatedly as he explodes.
And there’s regret in the moment because he’s so far, so deep that I barely get a taste of him because his orgasm is all the way at the back of my throat, past my taste buds. I attack the head, needing more when I pull back, licking at him, sucking him eagerly.
“Fuck,” he snaps, his fingers still tangled in my hair as he urges me away. “You’re dangerous.”
I smile up at him as he drags me, using that grip in my hair, up his chest, his mouth meeting mine, uncaring that his taste is still on my tongue. It’s so fucking sexy, a man who doesn’t care that his cum is on a woman’s lips.
I’m a little disheartened as we explore each other’s mouths. My orgasm was spectacular, and as his hands wander down my back, I know his was too, but sex with him is also amazing. I’m terrified that I took things too far sucking him off, and now I’m going to miss out on that. Not all men have it in them to go so soon again after something like that, but as hands roam and tongues tangle, I find myself not needing to worry as his cock thickens against my hip.
He nips my chin, pulling his face back to just look at me. He looks sex-drunk as I lick my lips, his eyes taking in every action.
“You said I was going to be riding your cock tonight,” I whisper, my hand resting on his chest.
He shakes his head. “Not tonight.”
Maybe I was wrong. My face falls, a smile tugging at his lips as his thumb traces my frown.
“There’s so much expression in your face. Are you disappointed?”
“Yes,” I confess.
“Next time, okay?”
I nod, shifting back to get off him, but he doesn’t unwrap his arm from my back. Instead, he sits up and flips me to my stomach. A giddiness, something akin to a child walking into an aquarium and seeing underwater sea life for the first time fills my veins and washes over me. I shift my body so my ass is in the air.
“Nope,” he says with a quick slap to my ass.
I yelp, the action surprising me more than hurting.