Page 78 of About That Night

This whole new side of Hank has me practically panting. “I’m looking.” I am. I’m staring, gaze sweeping head to toe over the muscular plane of his naked body, and back up again to rest on his hard cock. He’s fully erect, at least I think he is. It doesn’t look like he can get even bigger than that.

I’ve forgotten that I’m standing there in just my joggers, topless. “What do I do?” I whisper. “Is this a bad idea?”

Hank grabs a pillow and drops it onto the floor. “We’re way past debating if something is good or bad. We gave up on that five years ago. On your knees would be a good start.”

“Right. That makes sense.” I’m transfixed by all that firm male flesh jutting toward me as I drop softly down onto the pillow. I swallow hard and try to remember what I’ve just learned.

It doesn’t seem overly complicated, according to both Katrina and Dr. Whoever. Nothing fancy. Just grip the base of his cock.

But Hank’s hand slides across my cheek, cupping it. He tilts my head back so I’m blinking up at him.

“Just do what feels right to you, and listen to my reaction,” he says. “You know me. You’ll know what I like.”

He’s right. I do know him. I nod. “Okay. I’m going to do something. I’m going to start.” I stare at the tip of his penis, paralyzed. I open my mouth and nothing happens. I close my eyes, trying to shake the visual of that smooth skin and firm head hovering in front of me, waiting for my skill and attention and porn star adeptness.

Which I don’t have.

All I have is a serious lack of saliva from anxiety and a certainty that I’m going to gag and embarrass myself.

Holy shit. I have penis paralysis. I’ve waited too long. It’s become a phobia. A fellatio phobia. I definitely have it because I’m just staring and staring. “I…” I make a strangled sound in the back of my closed throat and brace my sweaty palms on his bare thighs. Then realize they’re sweaty and rip them back away.

Hank is still resting his hands on my cheeks. He guides me forward and slips his cock between my open lips. It’s not as horrible as I’m expecting. He just tastes like skin. Immediately, he gives a sigh of approval, and his grip on me tightens.

“Yeah, baby.”

I’m not even doing anything, and he seems to like it. It gives me confidence. I remember the video instructions, and I slip my hand into place, two fingers forming an O around him. I squeeze.

Hank moans.

That bolsters my confidence even more. Making sure I don’t swallow the little spit I have, I ease my mouth down until it makes contact with my hand, then I draw them both back up. He exhales sharply through his nose, and I can feel his thighs tense.

Maybe I turned this into a bigger deal than it needs to be. It might not be the best he’s ever had, but it’s clear some tongue and mouth action is better than none. It still gets the job done. I’m actually starting to get into it. I like the challenge of seeing how much of him I can take and listening for his heightened approval when I find something he really likes.

I cup and gently squeeze his balls. He moans, a deep throaty sound that makes me wet with desire.

Exploring each other’s bodies…

Such a good idea. I want to explore more and more, every single inch of Hank.

“That’s it, Chas, it’s so good. So fucking good. You’re doing a fantastic job.”

I ease off of him and study him again, but without fear. Now it’s just curiosity. He’s shiny from my spit, and I glide my hand up and down, squeezing with a gentle pressure. “Do you like a lot of saliva or a little?”

“I like exactly what you’re doing. You’re perfect.”

Something about his tone sounds like he absolutely means it. It fills me with a raw, sexual energy I didn’t even know I possess, and all I want to do is give him pleasure. I take Hank into my mouth enthusiastically, closing my eyes and opening my throat.

Katrina would be so proud of me right now. I do bring the enthusiasm.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Hank

Watching my cock disappear between Chastity’s lips over and over while she finds a rhythm has my balls tight and my teeth clenched.

This is everything.

I’ve never been a guy who had a thing for virgins, but knowing that Chastity has never had another man in her mouth is a hell of a bonus to this blowjob. She’s giving it her all and seems to be enjoying what she’s doing, which both turns me on and makes me jealous.

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