Page 41 of Teasing the Winger

“Unless you’re not a top,” I inquire, realizing we haven’t exactly had this conversation. “I’ve only topped once, but I’d be willing to try again.”

He shakes his head, moaning when I tighten my grip on his dick. It’s so big I’m unable to wrap my hand all the way around it.

“I-I-I’m a top,” he stutters out, and I can’t help but wiggle a little at his response.

“Perfect,” I tell him before diving back down for another taste.

My jaw aches as I take him in, trying to relax my throat enough to swallow him down. I get pretty far, but I’m wondering if it might be impossible to take all of him into my mouth. Just because I can’t swallow him down my throat doesn’t mean I still can’t give him the best blow job of his life. I have other tricks up my sleeve besides a talented throat.

I position myself so that I’m straddling his lower legs, then spit into both my palms before gripping his thick base. With my hands around him, I lower my mouth back to the head of his cock and begin bobbing up and down, using my hands to make up for the space I couldn’t cover.

Rio’s moans grow louder, and I’m pretty sure if his roommates are awake right now, they’ll be able to hear him. I couldn’t care less if they hear because I love a noisy lover. It lets me know that I’m doing a good job. Getting my partner off is a massive turn on for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love receiving pleasure, but there’s something about giving and making someone come undone that gives me this heady feeling.

My own cock is throbbing between my legs, and I start to rub it against Rio’s legs. The friction causes me to moan and hum, which must feel amazing to my sexy soccer player because he bucks into my mouth. I love it when a man loses control and lets his inner beast out. Maybe one day I could get Rio to really let loose and fuck my face.

“Jesus,” Rio calls out when I purposefully hum around his cock for a second time.

When his hands move to my head and thread through my hair, my body ignites, and I pick up my speed, all the while humping his legs.

“Shit. Fuck. I’m close,” he warns me a short while later.

I look into his eyes and nod at him, silently telling him to give it to me. It’s like he was waiting for my permission because his head falls back, and he roars as hot ropes of salty cum shoot into my mouth. His load is so big that a bit of cum dribbles down my chin as I try to swallow as much as I can. He tastes like heaven and sin mixed together, and if it was possible to survive off of cum alone, I wouldn’t want to put anything else in my mouth.

After Rio’s orgasm is over, I let him out of my mouth and rise up on my knees, grabbing my cock and jerking off at a rapid speed. It doesn’t take long before I reach my own release, and I’m covering his cock and abs with my seed. Damn, he looks hot, covered in my load.

“How is it I’ve managed to be the only one who gets dirty both times we’ve messed around now?” Rio asks after a moment, and I can’t help but laugh.

“I’d be more than happy to get dirty with you,” I tell him with a wink before climbing out of his bed to grab the towel he used to clean himself last night. It’s a little crusty but it will do the job until he can get into a shower to really give himself a clean.

“You’ve got a really talented mouth,” Rio says once I’ve climbed back under the covers with him.

“I wish I could have shown you how talented I really am, but you’re so big I couldn’t get my throat to relax enough,” I tell him. “But practice makes perfect, so I’ll just have to keep trying.”

He laughs and runs his hand up and down my spine.

Being in Rio’s arms like this is fucking perfect. Everything feels so easy and comfortable like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be. This is probably how a relationship is supposed to feel. Not forced and anxiety filled like things were with Lux.

I’m grateful Rio ended up in my life because I don’t think I would have ever tried dating again without someone like him. He’s fixing the broken things inside of me and teaching my brain how a real man treats their partner.

CHAPTER TWENTY

RIO

Sasha and I walk hand in hand up the path to BooBoo’s parents’ house, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been as happy as I am right now.

We’ve been officially dating for four days now but somehow it feels like longer. Maybe it’s because we’ve known each other for a while now and have grown our friendship over the years. I’ve heard some demisexual people describe waking up one day and realizing that they like someone who has been in their life for a long time in a completely different way. It’s like a sudden realization of feelings, and that pretty much nails my feelings for Sasha on the head. It went from friendship to interest to more so quickly that it caught me off guard. I’m just lucky that he feels the same way because that isn’t always how it works.

“Hi Rio, it’s nice to see you again,” Karla greets me with a warm grin. “And you must be Sasha,” she says, reaching out to grab his hand in both of hers.

“That’s me,” Sasha says with his usual flair. “And you’re Karla?”

Her smile grows wider, and she nods. “Come on, I’ve got my room all set up. Are you joining us?” she checks with me, but I look at Sasha instead of responding.

“Yes, he is,” he tells her, giving my hand a squeeze.

“Works for me,” she says while leading us to her witchy room, as BooBoo calls it.

“This place is gorgeous,” Sasha whispers with an awe-filled tone.

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