Page 52 of Pitcher Perfect

He looked up at me as he teased his tongue around the tip of my dick.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I thunked my head against the back of my couch.

“Something you need?” He pulled back and stroked me with a perfect grip.

“Pleasesuck my cock.”

“Mm. My favorite word.”

I groaned when he licked his lips, gripped my thigh with his free hand and my dick with his other, then leaned forward and enveloped my cock.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

He sucked me into a babbling pile of goo with my dick so hard it nearly hurt. I couldn’t focus enough to appreciate his technique. My brain was on a repeat offeels good, feels so fucking good, wanna come, don’t want to come yet, need to come, never stop doing that.

Blissful minutes passed of Austin working my cock and playing with my balls like a pro.How the hell is this our first time? Is this how good it can be if you become friends first?

When Austin moaned around my dick—his face wet and sloppy from saliva—that was it for me.

“Gonna come.”

I braced my palms on the couch then lifted my hips, probably too forcefully, but Austin managed without complaint. He moaned again and didn’t pull off as I grunted and came down his throat. A release had never, ever, been so sweet.

I didn’t give either of us more than a few seconds to recover before I pulled Austin up. I needed to taste him. “Fuck my face.” I tugged on the waistband of his jeans and tried to yank them down his hips while pulling his hips closer to my face. It was uncoordinated as hell, butpoints for enthusiasm?He let out a delighted laugh as he straddled me and stretched up on his knees.

As much as I wanted to pay back all his teasing, he’d sucked the patience right out of me. I should have savored and stretched it out as long as I could because as soon as we both came, it would be over. Living in a world where Austin’s dick wasn’t in my mouth wasn’t one I could be in for another moment. Moral of the story, I didn’t tease. I licked and sucked and relished the taste of his precum, his musk, and the weight of his heavy balls in my hand.

Austin wasn’t shy about teasing, and he wasn’t shy about getting his. It was the sexiest fucking thing. He slid his fingers into my hair and gripped as his thrusts met my bobbing head.

When I took him to the root—which wasn’t an easy feat with that beautiful cock, so, yay me—I held my position and stuck my tongue out as far as I could manage to tickle the base of his cock and top of his sac.

“So fucking good.Unnngh.” His thrusts grew more forceful but nothing I couldn’t handle or control.

I loved that he was going after what he wanted, but not going too far. It was the hottest sex I’d ever had. and neither of us had taken off our clothes.

His eyes blazed as he stared down at me. “Grab my hips. Stop me. If it’s too much.”

I tried to nod with my mouth stuffed full. I gripped his hips, digging in hard enough to leave crescent reminders of our time together.Would he see them later and want me again?I fucking hoped so. That train of thought fled as I held on while he pumped into my mouth with steady movement. I wished I had a mirror set up to watch the flex of his ass.

“So good for me.”

I moaned at his praise as my dick twitched. No way could I go again so soon, but damn I wanted to. Maybe if we just kept working each other up and going back and forth, the “one time” would never end.

“Gotta blow. You gonna take it?” His fingers tightened in my hair.

I grabbed his ass and pulled his hips toward me.

“That’s right. You’re gonna swallow everything I give you.” His voice was rough.

I hadn’t expected Austin to talk so much during sex, andfuck, it was hot. The first taste of him hit the back of my tongue. I focused on not choking or gagging as he gave me what I wanted. I swallowed Austin’s pleasure down my throat.

His fingers relaxed in my hair, and he began petting me. “Perfect.”

I pulled back and rubbed the back of my hand across my mouth, looking up at him. “You taste good. Better than that cardamom beer.”

Austin’s smile was bright and wide as he looked down at me. “So do you.” He laughed. “I don’t remember the last time I came so hard.”

I relaxed back against the couch. Austin zipped himself up then me and plopped down next to me. He turned and looked at me, his ear folded and pressed into the cushion, and he grabbed my hand. I wanted to say a thousand things to him, but the words didn’t dare dance near the cliff’s edge of my tongue.

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