I haven’t exactly done this before, but eagerly reach for the waistband of his pants and pull them down. His cock is pressed hard against the front of his boxers; when I pull them down as well, I take hold of it and bite my lip at his warm heat. He’s rock hard, and he groans deep in his throat at my touch. This spurs me on, and I wrap both hands around him, then draw the tip of his cock down to my mouth and pull it between my lips.
“Hands behind your back,” he demands, then puts his own hands gently on the back of my head.
My eyes widen. What if he goes too deep? What if I choke? I’m about to say this out loud, but Carson gives me a serious look, and I already know what his response will be— trust me.
And I do. I do trust him.
And maybe part of me feels I owe him this, after the way I’ve betrayed him. The way my newspaper and my editor have put him in the position of defending himself against yet another attack from the press.
The truth is, I want him. But I also want to make it up to him…
The tip of his cock is still in my mouth, and once my hands are behind my back, Carson eases my head forward. He stops only a few inches in.
“Use your tongue on me,” he says, clearly struggling to keep his voice steady. When I begin to swirl my tongue around him, he groans again, and his fingers tighten in my hair. I lick up and down his shaft, as far as I can go without taking him out of my mouth entirely, and he hardens even more. “Relax your jaw, sweetheart,” he says, then with a careful breath, pushes farther into my mouth.
I feel his cock strike the back of my throat, but I don’t choke like I’d worried I might— instead I look up at him, loving the fact that he’s staring down at me, watching my lips curve around his cock, our eyes locked as he begins to slowly, gently fuck my mouth. With my hands behind my back, I struggle to balance, but Carson takes care of that— he holds my head still as he pumps in and out of my lips, every now and again pausing before thrusting so I can lick the tip of his cock lightly, flick at the head with my tongue. Carson groans, so loud that it seems impossible no one could hear it, then withdraws from my mouth, breathing heavily.
“I’m going to come in your mouth if we keep going,” he says. “You’re good at this, Astrid.”
“I have a good teacher,” I say slyly, then, biting my lip, add, “You can come in my mouth.”
Carson’s eyebrows lift, and then he shakes his head in disbelief. “I’m going to make you such a bad girl, Astrid Tyler,” he says, then takes my head again and lowers it onto his cock.
He gives me more control now, and I pump my lips up and down on him, enjoying his taste, enjoying the way I can feel blood pulsing into his cock, keeping it hard for me. I keep my eyes on Carson’s as I go, the sound of my lips and our heaving breathing the loudest thing in the night. Carson finally parts his lips, grabs hold of my head, and I know it’s time—
His come hits the back of my throat, and I nearly jolt away— except his hand on my head prevents that. I swallow, and there’s more, salty and hot and flooding my throat. Carson pushes farther in, and I press my lips against his shaft as he finishes, moaning in pleasure. I’ve never made someone look like that before, and I feel high with the power of it. Carson pants, and watches me carefully as he slowly pulls his cock from my throat. I lick my lips and swallow again. All I can taste is him, and it’s so much more arousing than I could have ever expected.
“Astrid…” he says, catching his breath. He offers me a hand and helps me up. His cock is still hard, pressed against my torso, and for a moment I worry that since he’s come, it’s all over— I won’t get to have him in my pussy tonight after all. I’m about to ask if that’s the case, when he turns me around and wordlessly bends my upper body forward, letting me brace myself on the gazebo railing. I look back over my shoulder, and see he’s extracted a condom from his pocket, and is now lining himself up with my pussy. I whimper in anticipation, wondering if it will be as good as I remember.
“Were you sore last time?” Carson asks grabbing hold of my hips. He pulls at my ass cheeks, exposing me, and places his thumbs up against that entrance, his cock still pressed against my pussy.