My face heats up as I remember the rabbit hole I went down when I looked up why people shave their balls.
I keep going anyway. When I reach his sac, he rocks his hips. Oh good, he wants my lips there. But a dark thought crosses my mind. I don’t want to ask him, of course. Jealousy has no place in the boyfriend blow job. It’s a sex act of assuredness, one filled with the dirty deeds protected by the trust between two people who love each other.
But if that British skank sucked on Scott’s balls…
Okay, being dirty maybe makes me petty.
Maybe.
Definitely.
I brush my lips over the tender skin in front of me and he shudders. Feigning an indifference I definitely don’t feel, I ask, “Do you like having your balls sucked?”
He freezes. “Would you?”
“Answer the question.”
“I’ve only imagined it, but yeah…f*ck
, yes.”
“Nobody…?”
He groans and rocks his junk closer to my mouth.
Good enough for me.
In comparison to his thick erection, his nuts are smallish. I think. Maybe it’s just by virtue of scale, like a walnut next to…Jesus, I don’t even know what foodstuff to compare Scott’s cock to. Zucchini sounds rude.
“Ali, suck on me.” He’s begging. Oh, I like that. Enough thinking. I soften my lips and open wide, sliding one ball into my mouth with my tongue.
He immediately makes his grunting, gonna-come noise, and his hand closes around his erection.
A tingly satisfaction ripples through me and I suck a little harder—just a little—to see if he likes that, too. He does. Thank you, Tumblr porn. Softly, I release him, and suck the other side into my mouth. Again, I work up to sucking hard, and again, he sounds close to coming.
And I haven’t even worked on the relaxed-throat, how-deep-can-I-go game.
His hand is working pretty hard right now, but I want his come in my mouth. I want to suck him over the cliff and into oblivion. I shift a little higher, letting my boobs brush the insides of his thighs, then his wet balls. He shivers as my mouth finds the flared head of his cock, slick and coated with his pre-come.
About to be a hell of a lot slicker.
As his fist jerks down again, I swallow the top half of his cock. When he lets go, I replace his hand with mine.
His fingers tangle in my hair, and I let him set the pace. If he wants to f*ck
my face a little, he can. He’s earned it. My circled fingers bump against my lips as I pump him up and down, catching a bit of spit each time until he’s coated and it’s all slick and smooth as he uses my mouth, faster and harder.
He growls my name. “f*ck
, yeah, swallow my load. Oh, babe, your mouth…”
The first hot spurt takes me by surprise but I swallow the rest like a porn star, then clean him up with soft, gentle laps of my tongue. I kneel between his legs and grin at him, proud as a peacock. “Yeah?”
“Your turn,” he growls, flipping me onto my back.
He spreads me open and dives right in, his tongue the first touch between my folds. No fingers, not foreplay to the foreplay. He’s like a dying man at a pool of water, and who am I to deny him his fill?
I hitch my knees higher and prop myself up on my elbows.
It takes my breath away, this view of this giant man between my legs, his dark head bobbing as he sucks and licks and flicks me into bliss. “I want you to shave me again,” I whisper as he teases the short curls there with his tongue.
“Anytime.”
“Scott?”
He looks up. His face is wet. Oh God. This is so the wrong time.
“I love you.” Three little words. The power to move mountains. I swear my world gets brighter, bigger as I say them, and then he’s on top of me, sliding into me.
“I love you, Ali. f*ck
, that’s been a hard secret to keep.”
“I’m sorry.”
He groans as he thrusts into me. It really is better like this. There’s a skin-on-skin drag that’s raw and right. “Nothing to be sorry for. If it wasn’t big and scary, it wouldn’t be real.”
“It is real, right?”
“Terrifyingly so.” He kisses me, tracing the seam of my lips with the tip of his tongue. He tastes like me and I probably still taste like him. I shiver. “You’re the one for me, Ali. This is as real as it gets, and I’m never letting you go.”
I wrap my legs around him and rock my hips, bringing him deeper inside my belly. There’s a bright, aching stretch inside as his cock nudges my cervix, as he finds space inside my body. “Sometimes you’re gonna have to hold on tight.”
“Like glue.”
“I’m going to want to run away in a few months.”
“Babe…” he kisses along my jaw and nips at my earlobe. “I can’t wait to run away with you.”
My heart might just explode. “What?”