Taking me by the hips, he lifted me up to stand between his spread knees. “Let's get you out of this coat.”
With deft fingers, he finished with the buttons and had the heavy outer garment off of me easily enough. He tossed it onto the chair behind me.
“Your turn,” I told him. He arched one dark brow but did as I bid, removing his coat as well.
“You're curious about my cock, precious?”
I bit my lip and nodded, glancing down at the front of his pants and seeing a thick bulge. Mr. Simpson had not shown anything of the sort. Garrett must have read my mind, for he said, “I'll only speak of Simpson briefly and only to make you understand. While my cock is hard for you while—from what you said—Simpson's was not. He couldn't fuck you even if he wanted to. I'm always hard around you, precious. Always, for I want you too much and it's time I showed you.”
Garrett undid his belt, and then opened the placket of his pants. I expected some kind of drawers or even long undergarments for extra warmth. Being such a big man, Garrett's body was always so warm that perhaps he didn't need them. Regardless, his...cock fell free unbidden.
I now understood Garrett's words about Mr. Simpson, but I didn't care. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped, for it was nothing like I'd imagined and it bobbed of its own accord. Garrett took it in hand, holding it in a firm grip at the base, just above the dark nest of hair. “I'm glad to know this is the first—and last—cock you will behold.”
“That...it will fit within me?” I doubted my hand would be able to grasp all the way around. It was long and at the top a flared, wide head that wept clear fluid.
“You were made for my cock, precious. Soon enough, I'll fill your pussy. Someday, your ass. But now you can put it in your mouth.”
I lifted my eyes from his cock and met his. “My...my ass?”
He nodded slowly. “Someday,” he repeated.
Someday. “You said you wanted me to put you in my mouth, but I didn't really believe you.”
“Now do you?”
I nodded and saw more fluid seep from him. I wanted to please him and looking at his rigid length, I was beyond curious. I was eager. Eager to feel him in my hand, to taste him on my tongue and to feel him in my mouth. I knew Garrett wanted this. His body was rigid and tense, not from anger as he had been with Mr. Simpson, but I recognized that this was from need. He needed me to touch him, to take him into my mouth. My mouth watered not just at the idea of learning Garrett's body, but pleasing him as well.
“I don't know what to do. Shouldn't I take my clothes off? I know things are done that way.”
“I'll fuck you with your clothes on often enough. Tonight, you'll be bare to me so I can see every inch of you. For now, you'll keep them on or I won't last.”
He placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pressed down.
“Last?” I asked as I went onto my knees. His cock was directly before me and I looked up at Garrett through my lashes.
“This is a sight I've only dreamed of.” He directed me with the tilt of his chin. “Lick me, learn me with your tongue.”
Garrett leaned back on the bed, his hands behind him propping him up. I lowered my head and flicked out my tongue, lapping at the tip, tasting him for the first time. His hips bucked up and he hissed. I glanced up at him in worry.
Shifting, he cupped the back of my head in one hand and stroked my hair. “Don't stop.”
After that, I did as instructed and licked over the wide crest, tasting him, the salty flavor of him pungent on my tongue. I slid my tongue around the ridge that encircled it, then along the pulsing veins that ran down his thick length.
“Grip me,” he said, his voice rough.
Glancing up at him, I saw that he was watching me through a half lidded gaze. With my right hand, I took hold of him, and as I'd suspected, he was too big to close my hand about. Surprisingly, he was soft to the touch, yet beneath, hard as rock. I moved my hand along his length, savoring the feel of him and he hissed again. Beneath my free hand, I felt his thigh muscle tighten.
“Perfect, precious. Take me into your mouth as you move your hand.”
I did as he bid, the broad head filling my mouth. The hand at the back of my head tightened and he tugged me gently forward, guiding me without words further onto his cock. He was so big that there was no chance I could take all of him into my mouth.
When his hand began to direct me in earnest, I stopped moving and allowed Garrett to guide me on and off his cock as he desired. This was his time, his pleasure, and I wanted to give it to him.
“I'm going to fuck your pussy like I'm fucking your mouth, precious. Only deeper and harder.” He was breathing hard and his usual male scent became stronger, more intense. Knowing I could reduce this strong, brave man to one lost to his desires was a very powerful sensation for me. “It's too sweet. You're too good at this. I'm going to come in your mouth and you're going to swallow my seed. Then I'll be able to tend to you all night long.” He groaned at shifted his hips up off the bed.
CHAPTER FOUR
JULIA