“But I want to,” I said, letting my legs fall open so that he was between them. All he had to do was move up just a little to press against where I wanted him to be.
“Fuck, Addy,” he said breathlessly, shifting his hips so that my heat was against his.
I wanted more than this. I wanted to give him more. “Let me,” I said, moving my hand down to cup him through his jeans. He closed his eyes as I moved my hand over his stiffness. “I want to touch it,” I said, trying to get his pants unbuttoned.
He opened his eyes and looked down at me. The need made me shiver and grip him harder. His jaw clenched. “What is it you want?” he asked, moving his hips.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I told him boldly, as I gently squeezed.
He let out a groan and moved back off me until he was sitting up. I hurried to move to my knees beside him before he changed his mind. “Didn’t mean for you to do this, but fuck me if I can turn you down when you ask like that.”
I quickly got his jeans down until I had him bare in my hands. He hissed through his teeth again, and his head hit the back of the seat, but he didn’t take his eyes off me. I liked knowing he wanted to watch me do this. Lowering my mouth, I kissed the tip, and he trembled under my touch. I loved the power it gave me.
I wanted to make him tremble. I wanted him to come apart from my mouth the way I had done for him. The idea excited me, and I felt the heat between my legs begin to tingle again. I moved my legs slightly apart and gripped the base of his cock with one hand, then slid my other hand between my own legs to tease the sweet ache that was back.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, and I looked up to see him watching me touch myself. “I’ll fucking come just watching that, baby.”
Smiling, I slid my lips down him until the head hit the back of my throat, making me gag.
“Easy, baby. Don’t hurt yourself. I don’t want you to do that.” The concern in his voice was laced with a thickness that told me that as much as he didn’t want me hurting myself, he was enjoying it, too.
I sucked hard as I pulled him from my mouth with a pop. “I like it that way,” I told him, then took him back into my mouth while his own went slack.
He was completely in my power.
Captain
I like it that way.
What the fuck did that mean? She’d said she hadn’t been with anyone else, and the last time she did this, she didn’t gag herself. I watched her as the head of my swollen cock slid into her throat. At the moment, I couldn’t fucking worry about what she meant.
God, she was gorgeous.
I shifted my attention to the hand she had between her open thighs, and my dick throbbed in her tight, hot mouth. Never had a blow job felt this damn good. She wasn’t an expert, but the fact that she was giving it everything she had, while her round ass was up in the air as she got herself off, was making this my own personal fantasy come true.
She moaned, and the vibration made me clench my abs in an attempt to keep from going off in her mouth. I couldn’t do that to her. I never did back when we were younger.
Her tongue came out and flicked my sensitive head, and I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her off me. “I’m gonna come,” I panted, needing to keep from shooting off in her face.
She looked up at me as she shoved my cock down her throat, just as she got off on her hand, trembling and moaning. I lost it. Holding her head but not wanting her to stop now, I shot my release down her throat, and she took it all, not once coming up or gagging.
“Fuck, Addy, fuck, baby,” I growled as the pleasure rocked me. Watching her take all of me had me wanting to turn this dirty. The kind of dirty I liked. The idea only made my cock twitch back to life as she slowly pulled her lips up and let me go with a smile before she licked the little that had leaked out.
The pleased smile on her face was so damn adorable. I reached for the hand that had been between her legs and grabbed her wrist, bringing it to my mouth so I could suck her fingers.
“Oh,” she murmured, watching me, her thighs still open as she knelt on the seat, watching me.
When I had her fingers clean, I dropped her hand and asked the one thing I really fucking needed to know but was afraid to ask. “How did you know you liked to gag?” I asked.
She frowned at first, then understanding dawned on her, and she grinned, ducking her head shyly. How could she get shy on me now, after all this? “Just because I haven’t been with another man doesn’t mean I haven’t used my imagination to get some release.”
I wasn’t sure I liked that answer. “And who were you picturing?” I asked, still needing to hear it had only been me. Even if that was unfair, I couldn’t help it.
With the most sincere expression I’d ever seen, she said simply, “You. Who else would I fantasize over?”