Page 56 of Unbossly Manners

“Oh, I want to.” His fingers wrapped around his thick girth, and he sighed.

He spread the lubricant over his base and up around the swollen tip. He shuddered, his eyes falling shut, overcome by the relief of touching himself.

“It’ll be different when you do it.” He was already breathless. His hand moved to the base, gripped it tightly, and pulled upward. Then he circled over the bulbous head, spending time there, pumping it.

“How will it be different?” I asked.

“You’ll have to learn the right amount of pressure. But…” He sucked in air, his face contorted. “Hold on.”

His hand slid faster over his thick girth, circling the tip, and back to the base. His left hand cupped his balls, which were tight against his body and he pulled them down.

“I love this,” he said as he squeezed and manipulated his testicles. “Oh, god.”

His eyes opened a slit and fell on my body, my nipples in hard peaks. My body pulsed with desire as I watched him pleasure himself.

“You’re so hot.” He released his balls and grabbed my right breast, kneading it. His fingers pinched my nipple as his other hand pumped his cock. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna come. Right now.”

My sex pulsed, witnessing him overcome with pleasuring himself. I was wet and I nearly jumped on top of him, yearning to have him fill my white-hot void.

He doubled over, crunching toward his cock, moaning as his semen spilled out hitting his abs. He convulsed and called out my name, and I’d never loved it more on someone’s lips.

When the liquid was spent, he released his cock and fell back against the pillows.

“That was fucking amazing.”

“It was amazing to watch,” I said, my entire body flushed. “But again, I didn’t do anything.”

He rolled over and kissed my cheek. “Going down on you did more than you know to get me to this point.”

He picked his boxers from the floor and cleaned up the mess from his chest.

“I think I’m ready to go down on you,” I said.

His eyebrows shot up. “Now?”

I laughed. “Next time.”

His eyes shifted to where the sheet had slid down my legs, exposing the glistening apex of my desire.

“Should we take care of that?”

In answer, I nudged my knees open, and without another word he devoured me and I came for the second time that night.

When he was done, I melted into him. Satisfied and spent. It wasn’t perfection, but it was close.

twenty-two

We sat at Jackson’s small dining table, devouring Thai takeout, ravenous after our multiple nocturnal activities.

“Peyton.” He stared at me over a fork full of rice, his eyes serious. “You don’t have to worry about being good at this. You’re already resisting less, letting your body organically do what it wants to when we’re together. Your confidence is growing—you practically attacked me—which I loved. Do you feel the difference?”

I smiled through a mouthful of curry.

“Yes.” I swallowed. “But it’s easy with you for some reason.”

“We’ve created an environment of trust and respect. That’s all.”

“You better not fall in love or you’ll never let me go.” I teased but when he glanced away, all my insecurities raised their ugly heads. “I’m joking.”

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