He is massaging my ass cheeks, infusing warmth into all parts of my body, and I don’t even think twice before doing as he instructed. I give up all control and hold my skirt, white-knuckling the checkered woolen fabric, exposing my panty-covered pussy. Thomas runs his fingers over the seam of my plain cotton underwear and I let out a moan, rubbing the back of my head against the tree.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He bites the juncture of my neck and shoulders, then soothes the sting with his tongue. “Ask to suck my cock.” Another whisper followed by another bite on the neck and a lick of his tongue. He is running his finger up and down my pussy before sliding under the fabric to play with my wet hole, but he never makes contact with my tight bud. He doesn’t give me relief.
“Come on, Layla. Beg me.”
The need in his voice supersedes the need in me, and I’ll do anything for him. I’ll forget about my own pleasure and suck his cock, just so I can feel him pulsing on my tongue.
“Please, Thomas, can I suck your cock?” His eyes squint in desire but he holds his silence. I know he wants me to beg more, and I do. “Please, I want it so bad. Please. Won’t you…Won’t you put it in my mouth?”
Thomas grits his teeth, hard—harder than I’ve ever seen him—and squeezes my ass with such force that I can’t stop the whimper from escaping.
I lick my lips. “Please, Thomas? Put your cock in my mouth.”
He lets go of my ass and shoves me down. The sting I feel as my bony knees fall to the ground isn’t a normal one. I think I cut my skin when I fell before, and now I’m going to grind that wound while sucking him off…but that’s okay. I’ll do anything for him.
“Since you asked so nicely.” His growly voice makes me wetter.
Then I forget all about my own arousal because his hard cock is before me. Thomas has shoved his pants down enough to reveal the giant…thing in my face. Fuck. Fuck. No wonder it hurt me so much last night. It’s huge, and thick and wide and…so many other things for which words haven’t been made yet.
There’s a groove in the middle of his purple head and I can rest my tongue against it if I want to. A vein snakes down the length, the skin becoming darker as it reaches the wide base. And those two balls he’s got? Wow. Are they supposed to be this huge?
I try to remember all the porn I’ve watched, all the naked cocks I’ve seen, but I can’t.
“Scared, Miss Robinson?”
I whip my eyes to his smirking mouth. Asshole. I want to give him a piece of his mind for laughing at me, but I don’t, because he’s drowning in lust. I can see it. His tensed shoulders. His panting chest. The tight grip of his fist in my hair. He needs me.
“It’s so big,” I tell him truthfully, like he doesn’t know, and I touch the knobby head with my finger. It jerks up in reaction. “I don’t think it’ll fit in my mouth.”
His hand flexes in my hair at my small voice and he drags in a deep breath. “Then we’ll keep trying until it does…” He forces my head back, straining my neck muscles, and nudges my lips with his cock.
I open my lips to suck on the tip and moan at the first taste of him—salty edged with sweet and something masculine and hard. His skin is so soft, so delicate. I’m scared of nipping it. Oh, and it’s hot, so very hot that all thoughts of winter, of the chill winds battering my chest, are gone in an instant.
I lave his head, flicking my tongue on the groove, trying the texture of it. Thomas groans over me, both his hands holding my hair prisoner now. A sudden burst of salt overtakes my tongue and I whip back.
Right. Pre-cum. Of course.
A drop sits at the crown and I let my tongue catch it.
“Fuck,” Thomas rasps.
I go back to sucking on the head, but this time I don’t stop there. I take him deeper, until he’s wedged between the roof of my mouth and my tongue.
“Shit,” Thomas curses again and I lift my eyes to him. The twin flames are roaring right now. He’s staring at me like he’s going to fuck the life out of me. I lick the underside of his cock to reward him for that look, to tell him he can do whatever he wants with me.
His stomach clenches and I reach out to touch the muscles under his hoodie, but Thomas shakes his head. “Uh-uh. Keep your skirt up. I want to see those thighs shake with the force of my thrusts.”
I lift up my forgotten skirt as Thomas pushes inside my mouth, almost leaning over me until my bare ass hits the snow-covered tree. I jump at the wintery sting. He keeps pushing in until my jaw is wide and aching, and then he begins to move. Short, grinding jabs.
Even though he’s only inside my mouth, I feel him all over, like I’m bursting at the seams, full of him, his essence.
“God, that feels…” He trails off on a grunt, moving in an erotic, horny rhythm. “Fuck, you’re good at this. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve done this before.”
Despite my strong gag reflex, I’m flushed with pleasure, but it doesn’t last long. Thomas whips his cock out while keeping my jaw prisoner in his strong grasp. He is bent at the waist, looming over me. “Have you done this before, Layla? Did someone teach you?”
Teach. The word means so many things between us. If he wasn’t so serious, shooting fire from his very touch, I would’ve laughed at his question.
But I shake my head—or try to, since he’s holding it still. “No. Never.”
You’re my only teacher.
I’m not bold enough yet to say it, but it’s implied. I lick my wet lips, surprised to find a glob of saliva sticking to my lower lip, and blink up at him. The pressure of his hold on my jaw and my hair increases, making me whine, “Thomas, it hurts.”
It doesn’t, not really, and even if it did, I wouldn’t mind. I only say it to make him go crazy. Mission accomplished.
His demeanor becomes even harder as he straightens and stabs his cock back inside. He goes in even farther than the last time until I start coughing with the invasion. He retreats immediately, letting me gulp in air. Once my breathing is stabilized, he repeats his actions, punctuating my breaths with coughs.
“This is what happens, Layla.” His speech is both slurred and cutting at the same time. “This is what happens when you do something I specifically told you not to. This is what happens when you strut in here in your short skirt and purple fucking coat and give me those big, violet eyes.”
He is panting, keeping up the punishing pace that feels anything but punishing. It feels…intimate, out of control, desperate, and I love it. Every inch of my body loves it. My thighs shake as he predicted they would. My breasts dangle heavy and full, and my tattoo burns bright on my stomach.
“You make me do this.” He rolls his hips, making my eyes water with the pressure. “You make me abuse your mouth.”
The way his voice breaks at the end makes me moan, and I caress his cock with my tongue. With a curse that echoes right down to my bones, he wrenches my mouth away and comes on my chin and throat. His cum splatters on my face in thick drops, sliding down, some soiling the neck of my white sweater and some reaching my chest.