Page 74 of Dare to be Different

Except, now I get it. The shit chicks always say about size and ‘will it fit?’ Because now that Remy's cock is right there, thick and hard and glistening at the tip, I’m almost wishing he was smaller so I don’t make a fool of myself and choke during my first blowie. But whatever. Looking stupid is one of my superpowers, so I bat away the hesitations and just go for it.

I lick the tip, and his fingers tighten in my hair. “Fuck, Zahn.”

Okay, confidence boost, engaged.

I wet my lips before licking him again. But instead of doing it hesitantly, a surge of pure want washes through me, and my fist grips the base of him, angling his cock exactly how I want it. I look up at him, running my tongue up the underside of him, suctioning my lips around the tip when I get to the top. Oh shit, yeah. I could get used to this.

I take him into my mouth, trying to replicate what I’ve seen so many do to me before. It’s experimental, but it doesn’t feel like an experiment. It feels like instinct. Either my mouth just knows what to do, or I want it so badly that I’m acting without overthinking. Silky, hard, slick and salty, I suck Remy’s cock all the way to the back of my throat, gagging at the intrusion.

“Jesus fuck, Zahn,” Remy groans, getting bossy enough to push on the back of my head and rock his hips. “Fuck you for being so good at everything.”

But it’s not good. There’s no skill involved. Remy’s just caught in this tension we create, and that speaks so much louder than sexual prowess or skill. It’s us. The combination of the two of us together. A lifetime of understanding and a trust level that soars above all else. The addition of sex and the desire to act on it only builds the fire that started burning some time ago, catching us in the flames before we even realized it was happening.

I lean forward on my knees, salivating all over him. Eagerness makes me sloppy, and I don’t fucking care because it affects him, too. Remy’s second hand joins his first in my hair, and the bossy, dominant side of him comes out. Instead of me sucking him off, he fucks my mouth with slow aggression. It’s not rough, but it’s domineering and authoritative, and shit, I think I have a control kink.

“Open wider,” he demands.

And just like that, I goddamn do it. Because he told me to. I widen my lips, open my throat, and even my eyes pop open. Remy doesn’t speed up his pace. He keeps it lazily dominant, rocking his hips to thrust into the back of my throat. He groans every time I gag, and instead of feeling stupid for choking, it turns me on to have my air cut off and to see how it lights Remy’s blue eyes brighter.

“You gonna swallow?” he asks, slightly smirking. “Because fuck, this is…” A lip bite is the end of his sentence.

My neck strains, my dick juts against the front of my pants, and my hands fall to my thighs to let Remy run this. Yes, I’m gonna swallow. Because now that he’s mentioned it, I’m fucking thirsting for it. I want him in me, filling me, owning me in a way no one else ever has before. The feeling of him in my mouth has me thinking about the pressure of him in my ass, and that thought doesn’t scare me. It makes me whine.

Me. I fucking whine!

“I knew you’d be sexy on your knees for me, Zahn. But this? Fuck.” He pulls out, rubbing his cock all over my lips. “Can I come in your mouth?”

Drool drips over my bottom lip at the thought of it. “Yeah. Fuck.”

Remy takes his hands off my head, silently commanding me to get him there. I suck him down greedily, bobbing my head and salivating all over his cock. I like the filth of it. The tears and the drool and the precum all mixing to make me messy.

“Mmm, I’m gonna come. Fuck… open.” He grabs my hair and yanks on it. Tilting my face up, I open my mouth and feel the head of his cock spasm against my tongue a second before warmth floods my mouth.

I choke, sputtering a bit, swallowing him down and letting his cum leak out the sides of my mouth. I moan because I love it. I moan because I love it so much more than I thought I would.

“Fuck, Zahn,” Remy rasps in the sexiest tone I’ve ever heard from him.

When he stops coming, I suck him down again, making him tremble as I clean him up and get one last desperate taste of him. I don’t know what all these chicks complain about. Swallowing a load is goddamn delicious.

I slow stroke him until he trembles, popping off his cock and leaning back on my knees to look up at him. I’m out of breath, sweating, and slick with a mixture of fluids. Remy looks down at me, basking in something like a glow, but it’s short-lived. He uses his hold on my hair to yank me to my feet, and then he spins me until my back hits the wall.

Anger, or something sinister, replaces his pleasure-high. “What the actual fuck was that, Zahn?” He bites my bottom lip, licking my chin, kissing me with so much force that I whimper again. “How the fuck did you do that?”

I can’t answer because he’s kissing my neck and his hand is going down my pants, and nothing but getting a selfish release consumes me. I moan low and long when his fingers wrap around my dick.

“How the fuck did you just… holy shit, that was so hot.” He sucks the skin under my jaw, jacking me off with so much more force than when he lazily fucked my mouth. “I never get off twice in a night, and you just made me come so fucking hard.”

My hips buck forward, seeking more friction. But Remy pushes on my chest.

“Did you like it?” he asks, his hand still moving. “Did you like my cock down your throat?”

Has he always had a dirty mouth? “Yes.” I close my eyes, but his hand comes up to squeeze my jaw, wanting more information. “Yes. Fuck. I really liked it.”

Remy grins at me right as my orgasm coils low in my stomach. “I can’t fucking wait to suck your dick again, Zahn.”

I choke on my groan, and my legs shake. Remy slows his hand and I come all over it and the inside of my pants. My eyes stay shut this time, but my mouth opens on instinct when Remy kisses me. He doesn’t stop kissing me until I’ve calmed down and gained the ability to kiss him back. When his forehead rolls against mine, we breathe hard and look down between our bodies. He’s hard again, but there’s nothing to do about it. My jeans have a wet spot on them and I kind of like how it looks.

“Zahn?” he asks, tilting my chin to look into my eyes. “You good?” He pulls his hand from my pants.

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