I keep my eyes trained on his as I continue pushing forward and drawing back. I do go slow. I like it slow and I’m not in a hurry.
“Touch yourself,” he says. It’s not harsh and I like that too. Slow and soft Mateo is someone I don’t know yet, but I’d like to see more of that part of him.
I reach down between my legs and find the pool of wetness. I’m almost embarrassed by how wet I am for him, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“I want you to come,” he says. “I want you to come with my cock in your mouth and your fingers in your *.”
I take in a deep breath through my nose and start playing with my clit. Small, slow circles at first. I don’t think I can come the way he wants, but I’ll do anything he asks right now. I concentrate on his dick—licking it, sucking it, and waiting for that grip on my hair that says I’m doing it right.
“Make yourself come,” he reminds me.
I reach down farther and insert a finger inside me, probing deeper and deeper each time I take his cock inside me farther.
He moans.
I gush.
“Fuck,” he growls.
I swallow, feeling the tip of his cock in the back of my throat, and this time I get another hand gripping my hair.
“Mmmm,” I hum again, only now I’m doing it because I’m turned on and not because I’m satisfying him.
He moves my head now, forward and back, a little harder, a little more forcefully with each pass. I fuck myself with my fingers with more enthusiasm too, unable to stop the momentum we’re building.
My hands go to his hips to steady myself and then they are tugging his jeans down farther. I let them drop to his knees and stroke the muscles along the back of his thighs.
“I love that,” he says.
My hands slide upward, my mouth still fucking him in long strokes. Saliva pools in my cheeks and then drips out over my lips.
He moans again and thrusts his hips forward.
I almost gag, my hands tighten on the curves of his ass, but he pulls back at just the right moment and long strands of saliva dangle until they drop onto my bare legs.
“Come, Shannon,” he whispers.
My hand goes back to my thoroughly wet * and I begin to stroke. His cock begins to twitch inside my mouth, and then he pulls all the way out and kneels down in front of me. Kissing me on the mouth.
“I want to come down your throat, but I want you to come at the same time.” He kisses me again and my tongue can’t get enough of him. We tangle together like that for a few seconds, and then he stands back up, taking my silence and enthusiasm as permission.
I stroke myself, wanting all of this more than I’d like to admit. My head begins to spin, my eyes close, and then he pumps his cock into my mouth like he’s really fucking me.
I have never given a blow job like this before. It’s so much more than I ever knew was possible. His hands fist my hair so hard my scalp begins to burn, his cock reaching deeper and deeper inside me with each thrust. The saliva drips out of my mouth, my throat makes gurgling sounds and my fingers furiously stroke myself.
I feel the warmth of his come as he shoots it into my mouth and I slip two fingers inside myself just as my * contracts and my own come begins to drip down until it tickles my wrist.
“Swallow,” he says. “Swallow me, Shannon.”
I do. Holy fuck, I want every drop of him. I look up into his eyes and he bites his lip and then throws his head back, pumping one last time.
I fall to my ass and lean back until I’m resting on the floor, gasping, exhausted, and wanting desperately to lie down somewhere comfortable as Mateo kicks off his jeans and boxers and steps away from them.
“I’m gonna stay here on the floor and fall asleep,” I say.
He laughs. “We’re not done yet. I’m not even close to done yet.” He scoops me up into his arms and carries me towards the front door.
“What are you—”
“Shhh,” he chastises me. “Be quiet and trust me.”
He opens the door to the front porch. It’s screened in on all sides and it’s just about dusk.
“Mateo—”
“Shannon,” he growls. “Quiet. No one can see us.”
I find that hard to believe. I can see several people from where we stand. One is across the busy street—some lady doing gardening. The neighbor to the left is out, talking to the high-school kid who must live next door. And there’s an older woman a couple houses down with a dog on a leash.
“If you’re quiet, they’ll never know that I’m fucking you on the front porch, just a few feet away.”
“You’re crazy,” I say.
“Not really,” he says. “Just adventurous.” He sits down on a leather couch, placing me in his lap so we’re facing each other. “Did you have fun inside?”
I nod, still feeling the throbbing from my orgasm. I want more. I am dying for more.
“Put my cock inside you.”
I lift up my hips and find his wet tip. I rub it along my clit a few times, burying my head into his neck from the sensations. And then I place him at my entrance and ease down.