The Sweetest Oblivion (Made 1)

My hands trembled as I pulled his briefs down and wrapped my fingers around his erection. How was I going to get this thing in my mouth? Even though a part of me was apprehensive, an unexpected tenacity demanded I try. He was so smooth and warm. Hard and thick. He felt so good inside me, and I wanted to thank him for it. I leaned in and rubbed his erection across my cheek.

His thighs spread further, a hand running across his mouth while the other clamped into a fist on the armrest.

My mouth watered as I rubbed my face, my lips, all over him. I drew my tongue out and licked him like an experiment. I did it again, all the way from the base to the top. His stomach tightened, a quiet groan escaping him. His reaction was so hot that a hum of satisfaction traveled up my throat as I gave him little licks everywhere, not missing a spot.

“Quit playing with it,” he said harshly.

Jeez, he was moody about his blowjobs.

I shot him a narrowed gaze.

“Suck,” he demanded.

In an un

healthy way, his bossy tone sent a warm wave between my legs. I obeyed, running my tongue around the head before sucking it into my mouth.

His head fell back with a “Fuck, that’s it.”

My breasts rubbed against his thighs, and sparks of pleasure fluttered through me. I sucked him again, taking more in my mouth and gliding up and down.

“Just like that,” he hissed, his hand grabbing a fistful of my hair. He moved my head, controlling the rhythm. Up and down, and deeper into my mouth every time. “Look at me,” he ordered roughly.

My gaze flicked to him.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

When he pushed himself deep enough it hit the back of my throat, I gagged and my eyes watered. With a groan, he pulled me away from him. His breaths came out heavy as he rested his head against the couch and watched me with a half-lidded gaze.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Gonna come,” was all he said.

My brows pulled together. “That was quick.”

I meant it as I wasn’t ready to be done, but as soon as I said it I realized it sounded like he was a two-pump chump.

He let out a laugh. “I’m going to fuck you hard for that.”

I flushed.

His gaze burned hot and lazy. “Take it all off and come here.”

I stood and slipped my dress and thong down my legs. As soon as I straddled him, his mouth latched onto my breast. Fever consumed me, a shot pouring straight in my bloodstream. He touched me, rough and urgent, and it only fed the fire.

My hands buried in his hair as he sucked and nipped on my breasts, on my throat and neck. He squeezed and smacked my ass, grinding me against his erection.

“Stand up,” he rasped. He barely got the words out before he was jerking me upward and then pulling me down on his face. I groaned, bracing a thigh on the back of the couch and a hand on his shoulder. He sucked and licked while I rolled my hips against his mouth. My skin burned. Pressure built and built.

“So close,” I moaned.

I gripped a fistful of his hair right before the release shot through me, buckling my legs and stealing my breath. I slid to his lap, gasping for air. Before I realized his intentions, he grabbed my hips and slammed inside of me.

I choked as pain spread through me. “Nico, I’m so sore.”

His hands gentled on me. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” He leaned forward and captured my top lip between his, kissing me with a sweet pull.

We both realized what had happened the second his mouth left mine.