Page 121 of A Little Tempting

His body tenses beneath my cheek. “What kind of things?”

I drag my knee against his crotch one more time. “This kind of thing.”

“Tonight’s about you,” he reminds me.

“And maybe I want this.” I lift my head and look him in the eye. “Maybe I want…more.”

His brow quirks. “More?”

I nod, slipping my hand beneath his jeans and boxers and grabbing his penis, slowly pumping him up and down. I’m not completely naive. I know what jerking off is. But I’ve never actually done it.

“Can you show me?” I ask.

He leans his head back on the pillow and stares at the ceiling as I continue my assault. “You sure?”

Nibbling at the edge of his jaw, I murmur, “Pretty positive, actually.”

“Take me all the way out.”

I sit up on my knees and unzip his pants. He lifts his hips and lets me slide everything off him. His hard cock springs in front of me, and I grab it, moving my hand up and down, gathering the moisture from his slit to use as lube. I’ve never seen a dick up close and personal. He’s so hard, but his skin is so smooth. So warm.

“Fuck, Dylan.” He grabs the outside of my hand and forces me to slow down. Without words, he shows me how to pay special attention to the head before moving from base to tip. “Just like that,” he encourages me to continue.

I do as I’m told, mirroring the movement. Satisfied, he lets me go and leans back again, but his eyes never leave my hand, and honestly? I’m almost jealous. Moving lower, I continue pleasing him with my hand, then bring the tip to my lips. His eyes snap from my hand to my eyes, his chest heaving with pent-up frustration.

“Dylan—”

I kiss the tip. It’s barely even a touch, but his dick jumps in my grasp, and my tongue darts out, licking the bead of moisture from my bottom lip. With a smile, I say, “It’s kind of salty.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “It’s precum.”

“I kind of like it.” Holding his gaze, I dip down again, licking the slit with the tip of my tongue, wrapping my lips around him. His hand finds the side of my face, his eyes turning a molten chocolate. Bobbing my head, I suck on him, the motion surprisingly…natural, almost.

“Fuck, Dylan. You have no idea how good it feels. Slowly,” he urges. I ease up on my pace, using my hand to give the base of his dick attention while I focus on the head with my mouth. His breathing quickens, and his hips shift off the mattress. “Yes. Perfect.” He drags his thumb along the edge of my lips where his dick is. “Fucking perfect, Dylan.”

My chest fills with pride as I continue licking at him, sucking him, and savoring the little grunts of pleasure. My jaw aches. He's so big; it fans my curiosity. What would it be like to let him inside me? To feel him stretch me the same way his fingers did a few minutes ago? I press my thighs together at the thought and take him deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

Peeking up at him, I find his molars grinding.

“I’m gonna come,” he warns, “so if you don’t wanna taste me, you need to get off now.”

I keep him in my mouth, bobbing my head and watching his abs flex when a spurt of cum hits the back of my throat. I almost gag but keep my mouth on him, swallowing every drop. It’s weird and messy, and I swear I might choke as my eyes gather with tears, but I don’t stop. I suck him like a straw, drawing out his groans and the way his hands grip the sides of my head. Like he wants to push me away and pull me closer all at once. It’s addictive and dizzying and turns me on way more than it should. When he stops jerking between my lips, I let him go with a soft pop and lick my bottom lip, my insecurity rearing its ugly head as he stares at me.

Was it good? Was it bad? I mean, I thought I did pretty well, butI’mthe newbie here, not Reeves. And with the way he’s looking at me? Is he only being nice? Because I’m an A+ kind of girlie. Give me a grade, dammit! How can I improve? Did I completely fail? I don’t think so, but how am I supposed to know? I’ve never done this before! Do we talk? Do we go our separate ways? No, that feels wrong. I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to stay with him. I want to snuggle and fall asleep in his arms. I want?—

“You’re cute when you’re overthinking things,” he murmurs.

“Then do us both a favor and put me out of my misery,” I push. “How was it?”

“Fucking hell, Dylan.” He grabs me and pulls me into him. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? It was incredible.Perfect.” Pushing my hair away from my face, he cups my cheek, his eyes full of wonder and awe and appreciation. “Never thought I’d consider myself a lucky guy, but every time I’m with you, I wonder if I might be.”

His smile softens, and my nerves settle, letting me ride the high from my first sexual encounter. And damn, it was a doozy. One I can’t wait to recreate.

But only with Oliver Reeves.

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