Page 28 of Stick Work

“Okay, sweet girl, open for me again.” She opens her mouth. “Eyes to me.”

She glances up, ready for instructions, and I cup her face again. “Stay nice and still and I’m going to feed you my cock.” Following my instructions to the letter, she doesn’t speak, instead she blinks, answering with her eyes, and I grip my shaft and inch forward, slowly feeding her my cock. “That’s a girl, you’re doing so good.”

Pleasure dancing in her eyes, as I give her as much as I think she can take—for now. Her lips tighten around my thickness and I begin to move in and out of her hot, wet mouth. She keeps her hands on her lap, and I rock into her. She sucks me off for a minute, and my veins fill with blood. I should probably stop this, but she wants to learn, and dammit, I want to teach.

“Okay baby, now take your hand and put it on my cock.” She wraps her small fingers around me, and I close my hand over hers to show her how I like it. “Slide my cock into your mouth, and when you slide it out, use your hand to massage me. Think you can do that, sweet girl?”

Instead of answering, she goes straight to work, doing exactly what I asked and I could almost kick myself, because she was right. She is a quick learner, and while I’m not a premature ejaculator, if she keeps up that pace, I won’t be able to pride myself on that anymore.

She reaches up without instruction and takes my balls into her other hand. “Baby,” I murmur, giving her encouragement, and the appreciation shines in her eyes. “You are so fucking good at this.”

She leans into me a little more, taking me impossibly deeper, and I grunt as I reach behind her head and tangle my hand in her hair. I hold her head, follow the movement as she completely takes over, driving my pleasure to new heights. My dick throbs beneath her ministrations, and when she pulls me from her mouth and begins a bit of tongue play over my slit, I’m DEAD…

I inch back to stop her and she pouts when my cock slips from her mouth. “On the bed, legs spread. Now.” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and dammit, even that messes with me. I don’t miss the small, self-satisfied grin on her face as I help her to her feet and she drops onto the mattress.

I grab a condom from my bag. I don’t know why I had the foresight to bring them.

Oh, maybe you hoped this would happen, dude.

Fuck.

I rip into the foil and quickly sheathe myself and as I do, her lust-imbued eyes never leave my cock. Hands on the bed, I crawl to her, and fall over her body. She’s warm and soft and her arms go around me as I cover her, and she holds me tight, like I’m her lifeline.

“I’ve got you, babe,” I whisper, suddenly feeling the need to reassure her as my brain goes back to my earlier concerns, but no, this can’t be her first time.

“I know you do,” she answers, and it wraps around me and hugs tight.

I move between her legs, pressing my crown to her entrance and I push her hair back, my lips on hers as I slide into her. Her muscles squeeze around me, so goddamn tight, it shuts down any ability to think. Going purely on raw need, I move inside her and her hips lift, meeting and welcoming each thrust.

“Elias,” she whispers into my ear when I pull my lips from hers and bury my mouth in the warm crook of her neck. “God, Elias…”

“I know, babe, I know,” I respond, even though I don’t know anything, and if I did, I’d know better than to be doing this.

Her nails scrape over my back, and her muscles flutter around my cock as we fuck. We rock together, each giving and taking, and she’s so wet now, I’m much more easily sliding in and out of her.

“Elias,” she moans again, a higher pitch to her voice as a hard tremble goes through her. Knowing she’s close—hell, I am too—I change the position, giving my fingers access to her swollen clit. I press my thumb over it, moving it in a circular motion and when a small sound catches in her throat, I lift my head, dying to see her face when she comes.

As her body gives into the pleasure, it pulls an orgasm from me, and I groan as I deplete myself inside her. Her muscles squeeze around me, milking my cock, and never in my life has sex been this fucking sweet. Her hands tighten around my back as I slide mine under her shoulders, pulling her to me. We hold each other, our bodies joined, moisture sealing us together and if I could, I’d never move from this bed.

After a long moment, she shifts, and worried that I’m crushing her, I slowly pull out, her half-lidded eyes heavy with satisfaction when I meet her gaze. My chest tightens, a strange mix of pride and longing. I did that. I put that look there, and damn it, I already want to do it again.

“Let me take care of you,” I murmur softly, my voice thick with tenderness.

“I’m pretty sure you just did.”

I chuckle quietly, take care of the condom, and grab a couple more tissues from the nightstand. Before I turn on the lamp, I gently whisper, “Close your eyes, sweet girl.”

With a click, the light bathes the room in a soft glow, and I kneel beside her, carefully pressing the tissue to her skin. I wipe her gently, but as I pull away, something catches my attention. My body stills, my vision narrowing to a stain on the tissue in my hand.

“Taylor,” I whisper, her name sticking in my throat.

Her eyes flutter open, squinting against the sudden brightness. She glances at the tissue, and her face pales as she sits upright, her hands pressing into the mattress for support.

“Taylor,” I repeat, panic surging through me. “What is this?”

Her lips part, but no sound comes out at first. When she finally speaks, it’s barely a whisper. “Elias…”

I sit back, my heart pounding as I toss the tissue into the trash, unable to look at the evidence. I rake my hands through my hair, my breaths coming fast and shallow as the walls of the room seem to close in. She reaches for me, and her touch burns against my skin, and I can’t help but think I’ve been burned in another way, a way I can’t undo.

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