"Fuck, Jess. You feel so good." Hearing his words gives me even more confidence. I start sucking him into my mouth faster, and work my slick hand up and down his shaft. The moans that I hear coming from Brett must mean that I'm doing something right. I decide to press my luck and try a little trick Kara has told me about a million times. Tentatively, I reach down and stroke his balls, never slowing my relentless rhythm up top.
"Fuck...Jess," his voice is deep and gritty. "Gorgeous, if you do that one more time I'm going to come in that hot little mouth of yours, and I'm really trying to be a gentleman here." Of course I continue. If anything, I quicken my pace, sliding him in and out of my mouth faster. I don't stop my hand. He made me go wild under his touch. I want to do the same for him. I feel his muscles going taut before he says, "Damn it, Jess. I'm going to come..."
Suddenly, he pulls himself out of my mouth with a loud pop and grips himself. Running his hand up and down his shaft, come spurts onto his stomach. I can't help but feel disappointed as I watch him finish himself off. Feeling vulnerable, I back away just a bit. I have no idea why he did that? He got to feel me come against his mouth, and as worried as I was when I started this, I was looking forward to giving him that too. Did I do something wrong? Was I not doing it right? The sounds he made were definitely those of a man enjoying himself. Oh, God. It sucked and he was just trying to make me feel better by saying those things to me.
Feeling like a failure, I subtly try to cover myself, but it’s no use. I sit between this handsome man’s legs humiliated, watching as the last of his orgasm leaves him sated and smiling. Too bad there’s no smile on my face.
Brett
I COME down from the most amazing high I've ever felt. I never expected anything so bold and sexy from Jess. She is always so timid and nervous. Even when she started I thought I was going to have to coach her though how to give a proper blow job. But the moment her lips wrapped around my dick, I knew she had it under control. I've never come harder, or quicker, in my life. I could blame it on my years without a woman, but I think it has more to do with Jess than I'm even willing to admit right now. I didn't think she would be so enthusiastic, or possibly even willing to do it at all, but I'm quickly learning to never underestimate this woman.
I feel her move from between my legs, but I’m nowhere near done with her. I reach out to grab her. I need to clean up, so this party is officially moving to the shower. I grab her hips before she can roll off the bed. “Oh, I'm not finished with you. Where are you going?"
"It's really late," she says quietly, all the confidence gone from her voice. Shit. I'm hoping she's just a little awkward after the fact, so I go with what I know best, flirty humor.
"Did you use me for my body?" I tease and when her head snaps up to my eyes, I can tell that was the wrong move. The hurt and embarrassment are written all over her face, which makes my heart sink and, honestly, thoroughly baffles me.
"Jesus Jess, are you alright? What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" Even before she can answer, my mind flies to all the possible answers. Did I push her too far? I wasn't expecting anything from her tonight. She was more than a willing participant in that, or at least that's what it felt like.
"It's just...I'm just...I don't know."
"No way. We just spent the last hour getting to know each other intimately, you're not locking up on me now. Talk to me."
She lets out a resigned breath before answering. At least she's rational. "Why did you stop me?"
"Stop you? I didn't stop you?"
"You pulled away from me, just before you, um...finished," she says, glancing down to my stomach, reminding me that I'm chatting while still covered in come. Wonderful.
I stand up and head into the bathroom. I grab a wash cloth and quickly cleaning myself off. When I walk back into the room, she's already half-dressed.
"What are you doing?" I knew she was bothered by something, but I didn't expect her to be bolting out the door already. "You aren't going anywhere until you sit and talk to me. This is crazy, Jess. You aren't running out of here after what we just did.”
"You're you, Brett. And I'm just inexperienced little Jesse Addison." She stops talking, as if she just explained it all.
"What does that even mean? I'm sorry, but you are going have to stop talking in code and just tell me what's going on here. I'm obviously not following the bouncing ball." I can see the gears turning in her mind. She has some sort of internal debate going on, and it almost worries me.