“Baby, you don’t…” he started, but then stopped when I reached up and gently wrapped my fingers around his length. “Shit.”
Tilting my head back, I looked up his long body, seeing that he’d tipped his head back as I slowly moved my hand up and down. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” I admitted, nibbling on my lower lip. “Every time I saw you running, it was like it was waving at me through your sweats, and I’d picture us doing what we’re doing right now.”
Tipping his head forward to look down at me, he leaned over to brace his hands on the wall above my head. “What else did you imagine?” he rasped, his voice sounding deeper than I’d ever heard it sound before.
Straightening up as much as I could, I flicked the tip of it with my tongue. “Licking you,” I murmured, angling my head so I could lick up the length of it now. “Sucking you,” I added, moving back up to the tip and gently doing just that on it. “Trying to get as much of you as I can into my mouth.”
Leaving one hand on the wall, he lowered the other and gently fisted a handful of my hair. “How much do you think you can get?”
Pulling back to look at his fully erect cock, I thought about it as I tightened my hold and jacked it with firmer strokes. “I’m not sure, but I’m going to find out.”
I didn’t give him a chance to say anything else. Instead, I placed my lips around him and then lowered down, keeping my lips tight, and the movements of my hand constant. When I’d got half of him in, I moved my head back so that I was at the tip again, and then lowered down it, sucking as I went. Each movement of my head got a corresponding response from his hand, his fist telling me which way he wanted me to go and his groans spurring me on. This time when I lowered back down, his tip hit the back of my throat and I gagged slightly.
“Jesus Christ,” he growled, moving the hand out of my hair and down to cup my jaw. “Breathe in through your nose and relax your jaw.”
Doing just that, I held his eyes as I pushed down a little further, relieved when I didn’t gag as I took more of him inside my throat this time. When he realized that I’d taken as much of him as I could, he nodded down at me and moved his hand back to where he’d been holding my hair before, tugging on it for me to move back up. As I did it, his hips jerked when my tongue touched the little band around the corona, giving me an idea. I absolutely wanted him to lose control, but I also wanted Raoul to be in control of what we were doing, so I moved both hands to his thighs and squeezed, hoping he’d understand.
Looking up and meeting his eyes, I watched as they widened slightly when he realized what I wanted him to do. Not wanting to remove my mouth to say it - or even wanting to say the words if I was honest - I sucked hard on his head and flicked my tongue again. Sure enough, that was all he needed, because he started moving his hips slowly back and forth, now in control of the depth his cock got to. When I urged him again with another squeeze and a hard suck, he started moving faster, plunging deeper each time. That’s when it got too much for me and I lowered a hand between my legs, moaning when I rubbed over my clit.
I was certain he was going to come, and I was ready for it, but suddenly he yanked himself out of me, squeezing down at the base of his length at the same time. I was about to ask if he was ok, but he bent over and lifted me until I was standing facing the tiled wall with him behind me.
Leaning over my back, he whispered, “Are you on the pill?” Unable to form words now, I nodded and ground my ass back into him. “We need to be quiet,” he reminded me as he shifted so that he was now between my folds, the tip hitting the hard bundle of nerves each time I moved my hips. “Can you do that?”
The thought of my parents hearing us was so abhorrent that I didn’t think the question even needed to be asked, but I was grateful for the reminder, regardless. They might have been staying in the guest room upstairs, but sound traveled, especially at night, and I had no way of gauging how thin the walls were in this house. The most I’d ever heard was footsteps when someone had been staying with me, but sex sounds? They might be so distinguishable that even if you were quiet, people would know what you were doing. That said, I wanted this badly, so if I had to be quiet, I’d damn well be quiet.