“Oh, did I?” He’s peeling the sheet away from my body, barely listening.
“I would have taken all of you.”
9
Sam’s eyebrows raise into his gorgeous hairline, and his hand goes to his cock, stroking it. “You’ve never taken all of me,” he says, almost deadly calm, “and I’m bigger now then the time we’re pretending doesn’t exist.”
I don’t look away, because I know I’m right. In fact, I can’t help the self-satisfied smirk the comes to my face. This is something I’m very good at, and I know it.
This feels a little bit like a showdown, neither of us looking away. He’s waiting for me to admit that I can’t do it, and I’m waiting for him to realize that I’m serious. I let what’s left of the sheet clinging to me drop to the floor, and he breaks our stare, looking down at my body, and I heat up under his gaze. “Would you like me to prove it to you?” I ask softly.
I don’t give him a chance to respond—it’s not a really question. Sinking off the stool and onto my knees, I understand why he didn’t believe me. He’s big, and looks even bigger up close. “I wonder if you taste the same,” I say, echoing his words from the other night.
Pressing my lips to the tip of his cock, I watch as he closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of my mouth on him. I lick down the length of him, and I’m flooded with an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, because he does taste the same. The sense memory is strong, bringing back all the other times that I’ve been on my knees in front of him, but I can’t worry about that right now. I tease him with the tip of my tongue, trailing down to the base of his cock, drawing patterns with it. I glance up. “Can’t forget about these,” I say, a moment before I take his balls into my mouth.
Sam groans, and I suck gently, working him the same way with my tongue that he used on my clit—deliberate and slow. I seal my mouth against is skin and suck back up his length to the tip, tasting the salt that’s already leaking there. Taking in just the head, I stroke under his head with my tongue, almost smiling when the muscles in his stomach tighten and I see his jaw clench. All good signs.
Slowly, slowly, I take more of him into my mouth, pulling back and sinking down, dropping further with every stroke. I reach the point where he’s at the back of my mouth, and I pull back preparing. Everything else has been a warm-up. Sam smiles because he thinks that he’s won and that I can’t do it. He’s wrong. I take a deep breath and sink all the way onto his cock, allowing him to slip into my throat with a silent pop! He’s all the way in now, my lips sealed around the base of him, nose pressing against his stomach.
“Holy shit,” he says under his breath. And he swears again when I swallow. I keep swallowing, milking him with my throat and he moans, hands finding their way into my hair. I run out of air, pulling back so I can breathe. “Fiona,” he says. I give him a sassy smile because I know that he’s in shock.
“Told you,” I say.
“You did,” he says, and suddenly that strength and power is back. “And now, no more talking.” His hands tighten in my hair, and the look he’s giving me only increases the wetness I can feel on my thighs. “You’re going to take all of it again, and again until I’m ready for you to stop.”
I like this bossy side of him because he knows just how much I enjoy this, and that I would have done it anyway. That edge that he’s bringing to it, like the edge he brought to our hook-up at the party, turns me on, and I swallow him eagerly as he guides my mouth back to him. Straight down to the bottom I go, and I like the feeling of swallowing him completely. I’m filled up with him, in the same way he fills my pussy, and it feels intimate in an entirely different way. I look up his body, and the look on his face is priceless, part awe, part lust, and part something that I can’t entirely name.
Sam’s fingers weave more tightly into my hair, and it keeps my head still. He rocks his hips, thrusting in and out of my mouth, gently at first, and then harder. There’s a chance for me to catch my breath and then he’s in my mouth again, pressing in deeper and deeper. He holds his cock all the way down my throat, balls against my chin until I’m running out of air. “Swallow,” he says, and I do. “Again.” I do. Again and again until he pulls me off his cock and I gasp for air. It becomes a rhythm, my taking the entirety, him fucking my throat from gentle strokes to furious pounding. Suddenly his breath goes short, and he presses in and holds, short thrusts against the back of my throat, pressing me harder down onto his cock.