Slamming Demon (Pounding Hearts 2)

“What are you…” He stilled as my fingers brushed across his groin and finished his question with a groan. “Doing?”

I just smiled, enjoying how his eyes clenched shut. I suddenly felt very powerful. “If my father doesn’t hear you talking he might decide to check in on us.”

Brett’s eyes popped open and he looked down at my hand on top of his groin. I could feel the zipper of his jeans rising up, feel him stiffening beneath my palm. I gave a little squeeze, having read I needed to somehow be firm and gentle at the same time, while I watched with utter delight as he swallowed so hard his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Mandy,” he groaned.

I glanced towards the door that was mostly open. My father could have seriously walked in at any second. “If you want me to stop just say so.”

Brett shook his head and I squeezed him again. I could feel him through his jeans. I could feel the length of his dick stiffening to the point that I coul

d grab ahold of him through the fabric. It was literally the first cock I ever had my hands on and I sincerely hoped he didn’t ask me to stop.

Clearing his throat, my heart skipped a beat when he started to read the chapter once more. I stopped squeezing him and my fingers danced up, popping open his button. His words faltered. My boldness grew as I watched him suck in a deep breath in preparation. I slowly dragged down his zipper, my eyes glued to his face instead of watching the door.

“Mandy?” My father’s voice rang out and we both froze in fear.

“Have you seen your mother?” my father asked and I could hear his footsteps approaching closer. He was still down the hall.

“No, dad. Haven’t seen her,” I called out and wanted to laugh at Brett’s horrified face.

He had good reason to be afraid. If my father walked in to see me grabbing Brett’s dick he’d probably kick his ass. But just the danger of potentially getting caught was really starting to turn me on. I squeezed my thighs together but it didn’t help at all, it only seemed to amplify my awareness of my damp panties.

My father’s footsteps stopped before starting up again, receding. “Alright, sorry to bother you.”

Before Brett could begin reading again, and knowing my father probably wouldn’t bother us for a bit, I reached into Brett’s pants and wrapped my fingers around his erection.

“Shit,” Brett hissed.

Did his cock just twitch in my hand? I wasn’t sure. I was too caught up in how smooth he felt. It was like smooth, warm velvet. I slid my hand down his length, exploring him. He felt big and thick. Too big and thick, in fact. How was he supposed to fit inside me? After reaching Brett’s thick base, I stroked my hand back up, towards the tip. He shuddered.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

Brett quickly shook his head, his unruly hair swaying.

“Then keep reading,” I encouraged him and slid off my chair.

“What are you doing?” he asked as I slid down to my knees beneath the dining room table.

Using my free hand to lift up the tablecloth, I lowered my lashes and grinned up at him. “I want to taste you.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. Before I could remind him again he returned to reading the chapter.

Now that I was on my knees beneath the table I hesitated, not completely sure what to do. Freed from the constraint of his jeans, I got my first good look at Brett’s cock, and fuck was it beautiful. Long and so thick my fingers couldn’t touch while wrapped around him. I etched into memory how dark his cock was compared to the rest of his skin. I especially took note of the thick vein that pulsed, just begging to be licked.

At this point many of the articles I had read varied in opinion. Some of the articles advised starting by stroking the cock and taking the head into the mouth. While others claimed guys liked it if you kissed on them a bit and licked them with your tongue.

Ultimately, I decided to start slow. I kept my fingers wrapped around him and gave his shaft another stroke. Then I leaned forward and tentatively flicked the tip of my tongue across the head, getting my first taste of his dick. It wasn’t quite what I was expecting. I knew what skin tasted like and that first flick was way more smooth and salty than what I had imagined. But it wasn’t bad, indeed, I only wanted to taste more.

Brett made a sound in his throat. I looked up at him, watching his lips move as he struggled to continue reading the dull words of the book. Knowing the effect I was having on him only made me that much more aroused. I felt like I was soaking wet. I swear my thighs were feeling damp, I was so turned on by being in control. Wanting to watch him come undone and knowing I was the cause, I leaned forward again, this time taking the swollen head of his cock inside my mouth.

I sucked and a bead of pre-cum hit my tongue. He released a husky groan. My eyes widened in warning. The sound he made was so illicit I felt something inside me clench. Brett’s honeyed eyes locked on mine, burning and scorching me with the heat of his stare. I flattened my tongue against him and pressed it firmly against the thick vein as I took him deeper into my mouth.

He didn’t have to say anything, his eyes were screaming oh fuck as I sucked in my cheeks and swallowed back my own moan.

“Sweetheart, are you sure you haven’t seen your mother?” my father suddenly asked and fuck did he sound close. I let the table cloth drop.

Brett stiffened against me. I had half of his cock inside my mouth, I couldn’t answer my father if I wanted to. Before I could slide Brett’s cock out, I heard my father ask. “Oh, where’s Amanda?”