“I am,” I blurt in return. “I’m ready for anything. Everything.”
He still looks hesitant. “Do you think you could… maybe just start by…”
“Anything,” I repeat, never meaning it more in my life.
He nods. “You could try touching me.”
He doesn’t have to say any more. I get what he means. Or well, the general idea of what he means. He’s not the first to ask, but he’s the first I’ve ever wanted to oblige.
Other boys, like the infamous prom date, have made requests of me throughout the years, with various levels of earnestness and crudeness, to suck their…you know whats.
I’ve always been disgusted by the whole idea.
Until Dominick.
After what he just gave me, I’m eager to explore his body. Still, my hands are tentative at first as they trail down his muscled chest. I don’t want to do it wrong and screw everything up.
Dominick’s breath hitches and then he doesn’t exhale, like he’s holding it waiting for me to go lower. To make contact with it.
Screw it. I’m curious and I don’t mean to torture him. I lower my hands the rest of the way until my small fingers close around…
Wow. It’s so big.
I mean, I’ve seen a couple of pictures across the years. It’s impossible to be a teenager with the internet and not, but he feels so much bigger and wider than any of them looked. And so warm. Not to mention hard.
I mean, obviously it was going to be hard. That’s the whole point. But I’ve babysat little boys before and how can that grow up to become this?
“Christ, beautiful,” he hisses out. “Do you know how good that feels? Wrap your little fingers around it and get under the covers with me.”
I do as he says, wrapping both hands around him, then feeling up and down the velvety soft skin that covers his hard rod. Oh my God, I’m using romance novel terms, but they are so right. It does feel like velvet over a steel rod. I try not to giggle as I lay down beside him.
My attack of the giggles are soon lost in his hands on my body and feeling how he tenses and groans as I rub him up and down, up and down.
“Christ, I love your little hands on me. And watching you just come now.” He presses his length in and out of my inexpert fingers gripping him. “You don’t know how long we’ve been looking forward to this.”
We?
The question registers in my mind but then Dominick delivers another of his deep kisses. One of his large hands drops to cover mine and he shows me just how he likes to be pleasured. I learn how to twist his shaft and roll my hand up over the bulbous crown. I’m rewarded when I feel a little bit of wetness coat my fingers.
“That’s because of how crazy you’re driving me, beautiful. Now you try on your own.”
I repeat the motions he’s just taught me, my brow furrowed in determination as I try to get it right.
“Christ, it’s so good,” he encourages. “You can squeeze it even harder if you want.”
Really? I feel like I’m already choking the life out of the thing but I put all my strength into my grip.
And then I think about how much suction and strength I’ve heard the human mouth and jaw have.
I want Dominick to be happy with how I’m doing. More than anything else in the universe. And just the thought of licking him. Tasting him. My sex clenches and before I can overthink it or psych myself out, I slip down underneath the covers.
I take him into my mouth and start to suck.
“Holy Christ!” he shouts so loud I’m doubly glad no one else is in the house because if they were, they’d surely come running at his exclamation.
For a second I think maybe I’ve done the wrong thing after all.
Maybe that’s not how you’re supposed to do it? Did I bite him accidently or something? I tried to cover my teeth with my lips but maybe I still grazed him and—
But when I try to lift away, Dominick’s hand is there putting gentle pressure on my head to keep me in place.
An internal glow flows throughout my body and I lick and suck and lap at his rod. He whispers encouragement and instructions.
Within minutes he’s tapping my shoulder.
“Pull off, beautiful.”
I do and he presses me back on the bed. Then he tugs himself far more roughly than I ever did, three quick jerks until several hot spurts shoot out and coat my breasts.
“Fuck. Oh fuck,” he whispers as the last little bit bursts out of him. He collapses beside me, his hand landing in his cream on my chest. He rubs it all around my chest and down to my stomach.
“You’re mine,” he says, hazel eyes gleaming as our gazes lock.