Page 45 of Flipping the Script

I surged forward, keeping him in the back of my throat, and managed to use my tongue to lick the very top of his sac.

His hips bucked, driving his dick even deeper down my throat.

I didn’t have a ton of experience with sucking dick, but I’d never had trouble controlling my gag reflex and stuck with him, pushing through it as my throat spasmed around his cockhead.

“Fuck!” Jesse bucked again, his other hand grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling hard enough to hurt.

Pain and tingles exploded on my scalp, radiating down my body and lighting me up from the inside.

I sped up my hand, jerking myself faster as I chased my orgasm and moaned around Jesse’s length.

He shuddered, his back bowing, his hands still buried in my hair. His dick pulsed against my tongue, then he was shooting down my throat.

I had to pull back so I didn’t choke as my own orgasm hit, exploding out of me in a burst of white-hot pleasure.

We stayed locked like that, each of us lost in our orgasm. I managed to swallow most of his load, but a little trickled down the side of my mouth when I pulled off him with a loud gasp.

I had good breath control thanks to my years of singing, but I still needed oxygen, especially after that orgasm.

“Cheater,” Jesse said dazedly, rocking on his feet a bit.

Standing, I wiped the side of my mouth. “Cheater?”

“Your mouth.” He shot me a look that was probably supposed to be irritated but looked a little goofy with the haze of his afterglow still circling us. “Wouldn’t have come first if you didn’t cheat.” He blew out a breath and looked at my spent dick. “You don’t need…”

“I’m good.” I tucked my dick away and did up my pants. “Is it cheating, or is it being proactive and using the tools at my disposal?”

He blinked at me, then huffed out a little laugh. “That’s a lot of words for someone who just had my dick in their mouth.”

“That’s a lot of words for someone who loved having their dick in my mouth,” I said sweetly.

Seeing him out of sorts and a bit goofy from his orgasm wasn’t the win I thought it would be. Not really. It felt too intimate. Like this was a side of each other we were never meant to see.

“You’re the one who put it there.” He busied himself with putting his dick away.

“You didn’t tell me not to.”

“Why would I tell you not to?” He arched his eyebrow at me suggestively, his hands stilling on his half-open pants. “Seeing you on your knees for me is a core memory.”

I let out a little snort-laugh. “Yeah, well, being on my knees for you is one for me. Just not for the reason you think.”

“And what reason is that?” He finished fixing his pants.

“Because I’ll never forget how you looked when you shot down my throat. How much you loved it.”

“Funny, because I’ll never forget how you looked when you came as I shot down your throat. You liked it as much as me.”

“Maybe,” I conceded. “But you have a nice dick. Anyone would be happy to suck it.”

He scrunched up his face for a second, then burst into laughter.

After a moment, I laughed too. My brain was still soup from my orgasm.

“You think I have a nice dick?”

“You don’t?” I scooted back a few steps and leaned against the tree that was still behind me.

“I know I do. Just surprised to hear you admit it.”

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