I clench my thighs, scared and excited at the same time, as I tighten my hold on the base of his shaft.
“Lenley,” he says softly, looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “If you don’t get me off like this, don’t worry. We’ll find a way. Blowjobs for me are mostly foreplay. It’s nothing to do with you, I just find it hard to come that way. It’s a control thing.”
And all of a sudden, seeing him lose that control, being the one to take it from him is all I want from today. I know it’ll take practice with this blowjob stuff, but I really want to make Jameson come in my mouth.
“Ok,” I say, licking my lips. “Just tell me when it feels good.”
I take him into my mouth again, sealing my lips tightly around his hot, soft skin and gliding down, tightening my lips on him as I go.
For a second, I think I’m doing good, but when I’m gone a few inches, about midway down his shaft, I start feeling my throat closing and I panic that it’s too much and I’m going to gag.
You just need to breathe deeply and relax your throat to let me in.
I inhale through my nose, trying to relax my jaw and my muscles, thinking that this isn’t an invasion, that I want this.
And it works. I feel the tip of Jameson’s cock tickling the back of my throat for a tantalizing but scary moment and I glide back up and down a couple of time in quick succession. I go slow enough to give myself some relief and the chance to inhale deeply but not lose my momentum.
“Fuck!”
Jameson’s breathless groan is my biggest reward and it spurs me on to continue.
Up and down, all the way until my nose touches his pubic bone; up and down, keeping my eyes on the taut muscles of his stomach and loving the sight of them twitching as his whole body tenses.
It’s a wet endeavor and I add some suction to avoid making too much of a mess and that encounters Jameson’s approval.
“Shit, just like that. Suck me, princess.”
His hands come to tangle in my hair, pulling a little and it feels so fucking good that a deep shiver travels down my spine. I wish one of them would touch me the same way Channing did last night.
I’m dying to feel their hands on me, as the space between my legs is probably as wet as my mouth is right now.
We’re going to make you come, but you have to earn it.
I double my efforts, eager to earn the pleasure the guys promised.
“Fuck, princess.” Jameson moans, as his hips thrust up to meet my movements. “You’re going to make me come, this is so fucking good. Just ... slower.” He grunts, tightening his hold on my head and sending another jolt of sensation all the way down to my pulsing clit.
Maybe I could come too, just by doing this.
“Slower ... and deeper,” he grits out with another jerk of his hips, touching a spot so deep in my throat that tears spring from my eyes.
It doesn’t hurt, I think it’s just a purely physical reaction and I power through it because this is exactly how I’m feeling right now. Powerful.
“Oh my fucking ... don’t stop, Lenley. Princess. Shit!”
He isn’t saying please, he isn’t begging openly but it’s in his tone, in the strain of his muscles. Jameson is close to losing control because of me.
I feel him getting harder in my mouth, his tip bigger as I withdraw just a little and the first shot of his warm release hits the back of my tongue, filling my mouth as he pulses and twitches.
I swallow him down, the curses that come out of his mouth, giving me more satisfaction than any word of praise could ever do.
“Holy shit!” He exhales when he’s done, cupping my face and kissing me, not as reluctant to taste himself as Peyton was earlier. “This was—”
His smile and the way he’s looking at me, tell me all I need to know, but I can’t resist fishing for more compliments. “Am I a good student?”
Jameson nods. “You really are, princess. You became good with kisses but this, as a first attempt was ... fuck.”
Peyton agrees, his cock starting to harden again as his eyes travel down my body. “That was really fun, Lenley. Watching you with J. was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. And if I hadn’t known this was your first time doing this, I would’ve never guessed.”
I’m preening under their praise and I could listen to their compliments all day, but going down on them affected me more than I ever thought possible. I’m so excited that I’ll need relief or an ice-cold shower.
“You said you’d make me come, but I had to earn it,” I say, looking at Jameson. “Do you think I earned it?”
His smile reaches his gray eyes, they sparkle silver when he pulls me closer, biting softly on my earlobe. “You absolutely earned it.” He then turns to look at Channing, who’s still sitting on his spot on the recliner, stroking himself with his eyes fixed onto my tits. “And I think Channing is the man for the job today. Not that making you come is a punishment, but I think it’s only fair that he shows me and Pey what he can do. Right?”
Peyton’s nod is full of mischief. “Totally. Come here, Snow.” He pushes the big, plush ottoman at the shorter end of the sectional next to me, encouraging me to kneel on it and then positioning me on all fours.
I feel incredibly exposed like this, with the three Cove Devils surrounding me, still gloriously naked.
“You said you fucked her with your fingers yesterday, Chan?” Jameson asks.
A low, strangled noise comes from Channing. “Yeah.”
Jameson smiles. “All right, then. Lenley is learning what we like, it’s only fair that we learn what gets her off. Make her come using your fingers, Channing. But nothing else. You don’t get to go first on everything.”
Channing shrugs. “I could argue with that, but I love making our sweet Lenley come.”
I’m surprised when he steps behind me, and I turn my head to look at his tall, buff frame.
My eyes descend on his huge cock, finally able to take a look at it in person, and I lick my lips. Channing is really, really big.
I imagine how it would feel to do to him what I just did with Jameson and the thought is scary and exciting at the same time.
But every kind of coherent thought leaves my mind when I feel his big, slightly rough hand cupping me from behind.