“What’s going on in that head of yours, squeaks?”
“You love me.” I smile bigger.
“Yeah, I do.” He smirks.
Before he can move, I am in front of him. I drop to my knees and unbutton his pants. I have only given a blow job once before, and that was to Hendrix. Reading about it is so not the same as giving one, but I am figuring it out. I fumble a little with his zipper before his hands wrap around mine to stop me. He guides us over to the bed, laying me down, kissing me when I start to talk. He climbs in bed over me and then beside me without stopping our kiss.
I like kissing. I really like kissing Hendrix. However, I was trying to give him something, and he stopped me. Who does that? What man stops a blow job? I thought men loved that stuff. Like pull it out, play with it, sucky, licky, sucky more, add a little teeth, and boom, they blow. That’s what the books say, anyway.
I reach between us, putting my hands down his pants. As I begin to stroke his ever hardening erection through his boxers, Hendrix pulls back, his tongue moving in my mouth as a distraction. I keep my hand in his pants and scoot my butt closer so I can reach in better.
With a groan from Hendrix, I laugh as we kiss. When I can’t stop the snort, our teeth clank.
“Livi, you’re starting something we aren’t finishing.”
“I fully intend to finish the job, Caldwell.” I smirk as I quickly move to have my head over his crotch and free his erection.
Wrapping my mouth around him, I engulf him and suck. Dragging my teeth, I pull back all the way to the top before I open and slide back down. I rest my hands on his thighs for balance as I not so gracefully bob up and down. Before I can continue, Hendrix pulls me off him with a pop.
“Livi, babe. You don’t have to. You’ve had a long day. Let’s get some rest before dinner tonight.”
There is something in his eyes that I can’t read, but he doesn’t look completely into this. I look to his still present erection. I know I can’t take him all in, but I can try. What happened to an ‘e’ for effort? Besides, what man turns down getting sucked off?
Suddenly, I gasp. Then I giggle and snort. Before I can stop myself, I am full on belly laughing, making the entire bed shake.
“Fuckin’ crazy ass,” Hendrix mutters, only making me laugh harder.
“I’m doing it wrong! I’m sucking wrong. Hendrix, why didn’t you tell me?” I snort again. “The last time, I didn’t have a clue. That was my first time doing that.” Embarrassment fills me, and I know my face has to be red.
“A little less teeth would be nice.”
I mentally take note of this. Do I need to write this down? Hendrix would really think I was crazy if I got out a pen and paper right now, though. Okay, less teeth, check.
I nod at him in encouragement to continue.
“Rhythm, Livi. Steady rhythm, like I’m fucking your face.”
Okay, rhythm, check. Wait, should I count or something, so I keep it even?
Pickles, this is a lot to take in, I think as I continue to nod at him.
“Use your hands, too. Stroke me, pull on my balls.”
Hands! I can use my hands. Now I can do this.
Without another word, I wrap my hand around his shaft and begin stroking him as I swirl my tongue around the head of his penis. Hendrix watches me, before finally relaxing, while I create a steady rhythm of stroking, licking, sucking, and tugging on his balls. The more I do it, the more confident I become and the more I relax.
I taste the salt of his pre-cum, and it makes me wild. I twist my wrist as I stroke him, and I suck harder. His balls tighten, his abs flex, and then he fills my mouth with his warm release.
I shake my butt in my success at getting my man off. I swallow it all down and feel proud of my accomplishment. Too bad I have my period, because this seriously has me turned on. I am so going to suck him more often.
I am putting it away and zipping his pants when his hands come to each side of my face, and he pulls me to him.
“Never cease to amaze me,” he says before he kisses me. I wonder if he knows I have those panties already.
Afterward, we snuggle down and take a short nap before getting up to go out to dinner.
We are both snacking on our appetizer when Hendrix gives me a little of his conversation with my dad.
“Did your mom and dad have a relationship?”