His Dirty Secret

Her concentration was periodically broken when he would flick at her clit with his tongue, or nibble at her swollen labia, but she was determined that she wasn’t going to stop and made an effort to disrupt his movements by swirling her tongue over and under his knob or gently sucking his balls into her mouth one at a time.

It rapidly became a competition to see who would break first, with neither of them willing to back down and neither of them wanting to win just yet either. Tyler knew that Isobel was close to climaxing again by the way her breath caught in her throat and her legs shook on either side of his head. And Isobel knew that Tyler was fighting his own orgasm, because every now and again he would bite down a little harder or suck her clit in between his lips to try and put her off what she was doing.

And then it was game over, as Isobel was rocked by another climax that had her shuddering and soaking his face while he happily lapped up her juices. And what his tongue missed, his probing fingers didn’t as he delved deep inside her and then licked her sweetness off them.

All the while her orgasm was raging through her, Isobel had made sure that she didn’t stop paying attention to Tyler’s cock, stroking it with a shaking hand rather than sucking it because she was afraid that she would have bitten down without even thinking about it. While she gasped for breath, her hand stroked his length absentmindedly, twisting around the soft steel of him and pulling the skin back away from his head.

Mere moments later, Tyler moaned out loud and Isobel could feel his body tensing up beneath her. He put a hand on the small of her back and pushed Isobel forwards, urging her to take him in her mouth again. And she happily obliged, opening her mouth and clamping her lips around him just in time to catch the first jet of cum, and loving the feel as it hit the roof of her mouth.

Stream after stream of warm stickiness shot into her mouth, and Isobel tried her damndest to make sure she tried to swallow every last drop of goodness. As he spilled his seed into her mouth, she devoured him and moaned appreciatively, licking her lips and wiping up the drop that had dribbled out onto her chin and then sucking her fingers clean.

She swung herself over and off Tyler and then collapsed onto the floor next to him; the confines of the closet meaning that she had to lay so close to him that they were touching. Their heads turned to look at each other simultaneously, and they both smiled shakily as they got their breath back.

“What the hell was that all about?” Tyler turned over onto his side and leaned up on one arm, propping his head on his elbow while he looked down at her quizzically.

Isobel smiled up at him innocently. “Why did it have to be about something, Tyler?” She kept her voice neutral, but inside she was wondering why he thought that she might have an ulterior motive. Maybe it was because everybody always seemed to treat him like a mercenary business man with a deep and never-ending wallet. But Isobel saw past all that. It was definitely past time that he was treated like a regular man, even if that meant standing up to him, defying him, doing what she wanted and not what he insisted on. She held in a chuckle when she realized that defying him was actually what he enjoyed, because then he could punish her.

“Couldn’t it have merely been about two consenting adults sharing a little private time to enjoy each other for no reason other than pleasure in each other?” she asked, curiously.

“It could be, but in my experience it’s very unlikely.” Isobel could have wept at how serious he was, and wondered if he’d ever been allowed to have fun as a little boy. Or even as an adult, for that matter.

“Well not this time, Tyler.” She made sure that she sounded as sincere as she felt. “I wanted you. It’s as easy as that.”

His laughter was rich and almost carefree, and Isobel couldn’t help but feel a little guilty because she hadn’t been completely truthful with him. “And what Isobel wants, Isobel gets. Right?”

Now it was her turn to laugh. “Do the words pot, kettle and black have any meaning whatsoever for you?” Tyler reached out and gave her hair a tug in retaliation for her cheek, and Isobel’s heart gave a little lurch at the small hint of the playful man he could be if he was only given half a chance. “Besides, you’re guilty of getting what you want all the time from what I’ve seen in the short amount of time I’ve known you.”