Calendar Boy (The Cougar Chronicles 2)

“What I have in mind is to paint this beautiful shaft of yours and then lick every bit off you.”

His thighs tensed around her head, and his balls bunched up slightly. Could her words be turning him on? A feeling of power surged into her. She actually had power over this stud of a man. How amazing!

She started at the base of his cock and drew the chocolate-covered fruit upward. Tiny shudders racked through him.

“Mmm. God, baby.”

“Good?”

“Yeah it’s good. Fuck!”

When she got to his cockhead, she swirled the strawberry around the tip and then gently poked it into the tiny opening.

“Fuck, baby!”

She smiled. Having a man at her mercy felt great! She reached forward and held the strawberry to his lips. He took a bite. She grabbed another one and began the torture again. When his penis was covered in delectable chocolate, she ate the last strawberry and prepared for the next phase in her plan.

Operation ice cream cone.

Chapter Five

Stacy inhaled a deep breath. Courage. She’d come this far, now for the piece de resistance. She closed her eyes and launched herself into one of Starr’s infamous blow job scenes.

Eye contact. That was the first thing to remember during oral sex. She grasped Michael’s cock and opened her eyes. His gaze was focused on her, his hazel eyes burning. He didn’t smile. His lips were pulled taut and tense, as though he were waiting for something, which, of course, he was. Stacy lowered her lids just a touch, hoping she returned his smoldering stare. Still locking her gaze with his, she touched the tip of her tongue to his cockhead.

He visibly shuddered. How empowering! She touched his head again, with a bit more pressure this time. The warm chocolate slid over her tongue. Mmm, she did love chocolate, almost as much as she was growing to love her power over Michael Moretti’s cock. She lapped at the head as though it were a scoop of dark chocolate ice cream sitting on top of a sugar cone, a swirl here, a lick there…until every bit of chocolate had been removed.

“God, Stace, that’s amazing.” Michael’s voice was raspy, even a little jittery.

Power. She loved it.

She eased her mouth over the head of his cock and slid it downward, sucking the rest of the chocolate off his thick shaft.

His groan was her reward.

“Baby, that’s so good, the way you suck me.”

Up and down she moved, stifling her gag reflex as his tip hit the back of her throat. If she moved quickly, she found she could deep throat. A spike of pride jolted into her. Stacy Oppenheimer could deep throat Michael Moretti!

When her jaw needed a break, she trailed her lips down his shaft to his sac and rained tiny kisses over his balls. They bunched up as his thighs tensed around her head. She sucked one and then the other into her mouth, relishing his soft moans. Words met her ears—sexy words, endearing words, words telling her how hot she was, how much he loved what she was doing to him—words that made her pussy pulse with renewed energy and nectar.

This was turning her on.

His cock was glistening with her saliva. She slid her fist up and down his shaft as she continued to explore the peaks and valleys of his sac. She inhaled his musky odor, nibbled the soft skin of his inner thighs.

“Damn, you’re good at this,” Michael panted.

Good at this? If one was good at what one enjoyed, she was definitely good at sucking Michael’s cock. She smiled against his balls and thrust her mouth onto his shaft once more, sucking more firmly.

“I’m going to come, Stace,” he said. “God, I’m going to come.”

Stacy widened her eyes, pierced his greenish gaze with her own. Could she handle him coming in her mouth?

Starr Shannon could.

So could Stacy Oppenheimer.

She sucked harder, cupping his balls, massaging them. With his groan came his seed. It gushed over her tongue and throat. She savored its slightly bitter flavor. This was a victory for Stacy the introvert, a victory to relish.