His confession terrifies me a little, okay, maybe a lot. He can’t possibly mean that, can he? He doesn’t want me. Does he? The question I just asked myself gets lost somewhere in my mind when he places those two thick digits into his mouth and sucks my release right off of them.
Holy hell.
His eyes close briefly and a deep moan rumbles from within his chest.
“You know we can’t be friends, Jules.”
I blink, hurt and confused. “What? Why?”
A grin spreads across his lips and he leans forward, his taut body pressing me farther into the mattress. He’s all man, owning me, possessing me.
“Because we were never just friends. It was always something more, even if you didn’t want to see it, even if you were afraid it was always going to be more than friendship. We were never meant to be friends. We were always meant to be lovers.”
I nod, unable to form a response, because I know he’s right and I’m still a little scared to face that fact.
“Do you?” My eyes move to the excessively large tent in his boxers. “You want me to return the favor?” I briefly felt his cock before, against my ass the first time he fingered me. He felt huge, but I never got the chance to really look, to see how beautiful it really is.
“I won’t deny a hand job, but I cannot handle your mouth on me right now. I want you too badly.”
“So, is that a yes?” I question, my lip between my teeth.
“It’s not a yes, but a fuck yes.” He lowers himself to the mattress beside me. I pull my shirt down and push up onto my knees, licking my lips nervously, feeling a flush creep over my cheeks. My inexperience is getting the best of me.
“Will you…you know…show me how?”
Rem’s eyes go wide, and he tips his head back against the pillows.
“You’re going to kill me, Jules. You’ve never given a hand job before?”
I shake my head. “Is that bad? Do you not want one now? I know I’m inexperienced, but it can’t be that hard, can it?” I panic, afraid he might pull away, tell me he doesn’t want me to do it.
I’m nothing like the girls he’s been with, I know this, but I want to please him, pleasure him like he did me.
“Do I not want one?” He shakes his head. Unhinged need flickers in his eyes and he pushes down his boxers, exposing his cock to me.
His very large, very angry looking cock.
“You have no idea how much I want your hands wrapped around my dick. Knowing that you haven’t done this with anyone else…it’s a huge fucking turn on. I don’t need you to be like the other girls I’ve been with. When it comes to you, there is no comparison.”
He reaches for my hand and I give it to him, letting him guide me to his shaft. I wrap my fingers around his thickness, my hand trembling.
He’s so soft, so warm.
Why is such a small act so intimidating? When he places his hand over mine, I shiver, and look away from his cock and back up to his face to gauge his expression.
There’s a seductiveness to him and for once I wish I wasn’t so inexperienced. He starts to move my hand up and down his shaft, and I’m surprised by how soft the flesh feels. My gaze is fixated on his cock, on my hand as it moves up and down.
Remington’s head tips back against the pillows, his eyes close, and his features draw tight like he’s in pain.
“Am I doing okay? Are you in pain? I can stop if you want me to.”
He blinks his eyes open. “No…no pain…it just feels so fucking good, so good. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to feel your hands on my cock. I’ve envisioned you doing this since I was fourteen beating off in the shower to the image.”
His confession makes me feel powerful, it gives me this strange courage and I smirk, continuing to move my hand with his, I pull his hand off of mine, and stroke him all on my own wanting to finish the job myself. A glistening drop of cum beads the tip of his penis, and I lean down and swipe it up.
At the contact of my tongue on his cock, a deep rumble fills the room. A surge of endorphins rips through me, as I do it again. He rewards me with another moan, and I keep doing it. His biceps strain and his hands fist the bed sheets.
He’s at my mercy, completely, and I love it, I love it so much. I suck on the head of his cock while continuing to stroke him. It doesn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips, his cock slipping farther and farther into my mouth. I know he said he didn’t want me to give him a blow job, but he doesn’t seem to be objecting now.