The hand that he used to steady the back of my head spread out, his fingers twining through my hair. It felt like when he was giving me a shampoo, a gentle caress completely at odds with the hard cock that slid forward and filled my mouth. I whimpered when he thrust too far, and he grinned as he pulled out.
He took his cock in his hand and let the tip touch my lips, the sticky precum mixing with the saliva on my already moistened lips. I breathed in and could feel him tense as the cool air moved over his cock.
“Easy, now. You’re doing so well. Suck the tip, kitten.”
I accepted his cock eagerly, knowing now that I wouldn’t be gagged. I closed my eyes and moved my tongue in circles over his smooth skin. Trying to remember all of the tips I’d read in my sister’s dumb Cosmo magazines. Flick the tongue against the tip. Make a seal with your lips around the whole head and suck. Breathe through your nose. My tongue was starting to hurt.
“Kitten.”
I opened my eyes and looked up to see him frowning at me. My heart sank.
“What are you doing?”
“I—I’m trying…”
“Pretend that it’s me licking you,” he said sternly. “What do you want me to do to you?”
Everything. The word died in my mouth. Instead of letting me talk, he slid his cock back into my mouth.
Yes. What he would do to me. I closed my eyes again, thinking of how he’d teased me. How he’d tormented me. I let my tongue slide out, exploring the circumference of his thick cock. When I touched the bottom of his head with the tip of my tongue, I felt him tense up and gasp above me.
There. I pressed my tongue to the base of his head. There was a ridge, bumped underneath, and I slid my mouth down to that place, sucking hard, letting my tongue flick out again and again. I traced the ridge, following it in a circle. Letting it take me wherever it wanted to go. Soft kisses on the fleshy part of the tip, breaths to cool him down, then back to kissing.
I wanted him so badly now. Thinking about his tongue down between my thighs, doing what I was doing, I twisted with desire. My body was already hot under the dress, and I wondered if he would take it off when I was done, if he would take me. I sucked harder, the way I imagined he would, and it made him groan above me.
His weight shifted forward and I took him into me farther, letting my tongue slip down to the base of his cock. My throat jerked at the touch of his cock when he was so far in, but I forced my body to relax, to take him farther. He moaned and moaned. Tied up, I couldn’t touch myself, but I was getting so turned on by listening to his responses that I thought I could come in an instant if he’d touch me there, even once.
On top of me, he began to rock. I felt the rhythm that he wanted and matched it. His hand supported my neck, and I relaxed into his grip, letting him slide into me as far as he wanted, my tongue lapping at the base of his cock each time he withdrew. His fingers were hot and damp with sweat, and I could feel him grow hotter against my chest as well, even through the dress.
My legs were tied apart, and it killed me to not be able to push my thighs together, to have any pressure down there. His thick hard cock moved faster and faster and all I could think about was how I wanted him down between my legs, how I wanted his tongue, his cock inside of me. I moaned along with him and felt his shivers as my mouth trembled against him. My lips gripped him tightly, sucking and licking at the same time. This, this was what I wanted. Yes, this. This—
“Kitten,” he moaned hoarsely. My eyes had been closed, but I opened them just in time to see him look down at me, his eyebrows turned up in the middle, as though pleading me to continue. “I… I…”
I knew what he was unable to say, and I tilted my head forward to take him completely inside of me. His cock stiffened, the base growing impossibly hard under my lips, and his seed came hot and spurting against my tongue. I swallowed reflexively to keep from gagging, his salty taste filling my mouth, and swallowed again until there was nothing left. I continued to suck and lick, more softly, the way I imagined I’d want to be licked after an orgasm.
He withdrew quickly, and the room turned cool as he swung his leg off of me and released me from his weight. He sat on the edge of the bed, and I twisted my neck to watch him pull on his underwear. Bent over, his head resting slightly on the tips of his fingers, he looked almost as though he was praying.
I burned for relief. There was no way he could stop now. I felt as though he’d done to me all of the things I’d done to him, but I was only on the verge of climax.
“Gav?”
He did not turn. He made no motion at all to let me know that he had heard me. I tried a bit louder.
“Gav?”
“What is it?”
“I—I mean—would you—can you do that for me?”
As soon as I asked, I knew he would deny me. But I was taken aback at his reaction. Not angry, no. He wasn’t angry at all. Instead, he began to laugh. Softly, at first, then louder and louder, until I worried that he was truly insane. More insane than I’d thought before.
His head snapped toward me, cutting off his laugh abruptly.
“You want more, kitten?”