Before Ford can respond, I lick the head of his cock and he relaxes. This big scary man is my slave while I learn to give a blowjob. I know the logistics, of course. Yet I can only learn the specifics through trial and error. Lesson one: no teeth.
A few times Ford’s hand presses against my head and I know he wants to take control and make me do it his way. I glare up at him and he always smiles. Ford apparently finds it funny when I act tough with his cock in my mouth. Not an intimidating picture, I’m sure.
I’m afraid of the end. In the porn I watched, the girl always gets stuff in her eyes and I’m not doing that. EVER! I want to make Ford feel good though. He makes me feel good every time and I know he holds back. Even now he doesn’t take control. I’m learning and he doesn’t want to spook me.
I love the sound Ford makes when he comes. His moans encourage me and I feel like a damn pro by the time he’s quiet. I lick his cock, wanting to savor my triumph. I might have sucked him forever if Ford didn’t reach down and caress my cheek.
“Uncle, Shay.”
“Huh?”
“Relent.”
I crawl up over him and hesitate about kissing. “What’s the protocol here?”
Ford rolls his eyes and wraps me in his arms. “Life isn’t about rules. It isn’t about anything. It just exists.”
Before I can ask him what the hell he’s talking about, Ford kisses me and I moan into his mouth. He feels so warm against my body and I want to play around more.
My fingers reach for his hair, teasing his scalp. I want to know every inch of his perfect body. Not just know it. I want to own this sexy beast. I want everything from Ford then I want even more. I’m now a woman suffering from an insatiable hunger.
Ford’s hands cup my butt and guide me over his cock. I squirm lower until the thick head spreads my pussy.
“I’ve never been on top,” I sigh, pressing slowly as he fills me. “Show me how.”
“Nothing to show. No rules, remember?”
I place my hands on his chest and adjust to the full feeling. “You want to come, don’t you?”
Ford smirks. “You just have to move and I’ll come. Most guys aren’t complicated. It’s chicks that need all the special shit to get off.”
“Speaking of chicks needing help, will you play with my nipples? I really like that.”
Ford’s cock twitches inside me and I realize the fucker is my pet. Knowing I absolutely own him makes me laugh. Yet Ford loses his smile.
“Don’t get arrogant,” he says, sliding his calloused hands up my hips to my waist before finally cupping my breasts.
I close my eyes while he tugs and teases my hard nipples. Moving slowly, I work to find a rhythm that makes me happy. After all, Ford claims he doesn’t care. Once I find a good pace, I work myself closer to an orgasm. His fingers don’t relent until I’ve cried out random cuss words. Clusterfuck is the word that sends Ford into snickers.
“Shut up,” I say, coming down from the pleasure. “Oh, I’m so good at this. I plan to make many a man my slave.”
I open my eyes to find Ford glaring at me. Smiling, I wink at him and keep moving.
“What do I need to do to make you come?” I say, getting tired.
“Stop talking about other guys while my cock is inside you.”
“Sounds complicated. Anything else?”
Ford finally grins. “Lick your lips. I like that.”
Obeying him, I run my tongue slowly over my lips. His hands go to my hips, guiding me to move faster.
“Do you like this?” I whisper.
“You have no idea.”
I grin until his fingers find my clit. Just like that, I’m no longer in control. Shuddering, I struggle to steady my rhythm even with him teasing me so perfectly.
“Fuck you,” I say, rushing towards another orgasm.
“Bring me with you, Shay.”
His voice sends me over the edge and I can’t believe how my body reacts. Every nerve on fire, I whimper rather than cry out. I don’t know how to handle such bliss. Having Ford see me so vulnerable makes the pleasure too much.
Ford sits up and wraps his arms around me. His hips thrust up, meeting mine. I cling to him and hide my face in the crook of his neck. My body doesn’t belong to me. I feel like it’s betrayed me.
My feelings might be stupid, but they’re real. The lack of control I feel hollows me out. I can only hold onto Ford as if he’s my anchor and I’ll disappear without him.
Ford doesn’t analyze or discuss feelings. With me shaking in his arms and hiding my face against him, he knows I’m upset. He asks no questions though. He simply holds me until I look at him. When we stare into each other’s eyes, I feel us make the silent decision to ignore my fear.
My trembling ends and Ford says he wants a shower. We walk naked down the hall to his bathroom, yet I never think about Pax until hot water soaks my hair. The shower stall isn’t very big and Ford has me go first.