Page 16 of Glitter

Gearing up to express my understanding of why we weren’t going to be hooking up tonight, while hiding my natural disappointment, I almost didn’t register when he calmly informed me, “So, instead of fucking me, you’re going to blow me instead.” But I most definitely heard him when he ordered, “Get on your knees, boo. I want your mouth on my cock.”

Dimly, I was aware of the thunk of my knees hitting the tile floor and the corresponding sharp crack of pain, but those didn’t matter. What did matter was doing exactly what my angel wanted as quickly as I could, and then feeling the rush of pride and relief at the approval glowing in his eyes.

“Good. So good for me, boo,” he murmured. “But you’re going to need to get closer. So, come here, boo. Come to me.”

His hands drifted over the center of his corset and down to the button on his pants as he watched me shuffle closer to him on my knees. My lips parted, my mouth already watering and eager for what he was about to reveal for me.

A quick flick of his fingers to release the button, a nimble tug to draw down the zipper, and the black material parted to show a vee of pale skin. That narrow sliver widened and grew as his hands slid his pants down. Slowly, slowly. Teasing me.

It seemed like every inch closer to him that I crept, another centimeter of skin was revealed.

Closer to him, so close to him now that I could feel the heat of his body and smell the sugary scent clinging to him, I waited expectantly to see what delightful torment of an undergarment he had for me tonight.

But instead of a hint of elastic, cotton, silk, or lace…there was only skin. Pale, creamy, satiny skin.

His treasure trail was barely a shadow of short, dark hairs, which led down to a dainty, trimmed patch of hair around the base of his cock. I followed that trail with my eyes, and then, as my angel implored, “Come on. You can get closer than that,” I followed it with my nose—brushing the tip of my nose against the fine, nearly invisible hairs below his adorable belly button, and then dragging it down, down, down, until I could bury it against the velvety soft, hot, sweet and musky root of his dick.

He’d only gotten his pants down as far as his hips, but I couldn’t wait any longer to get my mouth on him.

That first swipe of my tongue against his skin…

I groaned and had to fight to not let my eyes slam shut in pleasure as his tangy sweetness became the whole of my existence.

“Oh, shit. Boo,” he panted. “Let me… Fuck. Let me get my pants out of the way.”

I licked and licked and licked, tickling my tongue with the fine, raspy hairs at his groin, then sending it down to explore and learn the tender, sensitive skin at the base of his cock, stretched taut from his erection.

As he shoved his pants down further, his cock sprang free, hard, long, and perfect. It jerked up to thwap against my cheek, leaving a sticky smear of precum on my skin. And while I loved having that trace of him on my skin, I would so much rather have it in my mouth.

Raising my hand, I went to grab his cock so I could direct it toward my open, waiting mouth. But his hand was there first, wrapping around his length and tapping his cock against my cheek. One, two, three more times, leaving kissed dollops of sticky fluid with each tap.

“I wish you could see how hot you are right now, boo,” he said. “On your knees for me. With my hard cock in your face. Your mouth open. Mmm. And that look on your face… You’re gagging for it, aren’t you, boo? Ready to beg me for it.”

Not wanting to occupy my mouth with words when I’d rather have his dick in there, I went to nod my head to agree with, well, everything that came out of his mouth. But before I could, his other hand was there. Lightly gripping my hair what he could of my short hair, keeping my head from moving. Keeping my mouth right where it was. A mere breath away from the tip of his leaking dick.

“Are you, boo?” he asked, rubbing the end of his cock over my parted lips but not pushing inside. “Are you ready to beg?”

“Yeee—”

He doesn’t give me the chance to complete my answer. Which, really, why would he have needed me to? The answer was clearly going to be yes. All of my answers to him so far had been a yes, and I think we both knew my answers were always going to be a yes.

Instead of letting the complete three letter word leave my mouth, he directed the head of his cock to go into it.

With his fist still wrapped around the base of his cock to hold it steady, he slid the smooth, flared tip of his cock between my lips, gliding in until it rested snugly on the surface of my tongue.

“Mmm, your mouth feels so good, boo. So warm and wet. I’m tempted to have you stay like this, not doing anything else. Just being a good cockwarmer for me.”

I want to taste him. I want to suck him. I want to run my tongue all up and down the length of his cock, getting him all soaked with my spit and figuring out the best ways to please him.

But the lush delight that rang in his voice as he hinted that he would want to park his dick inside my mouth for an indefinite amount of time… I whimpered from the desire for him to do whatever he wanted with me.

“It’s tempting…” Raising my eyes, I watched him, waited, and held still as he seemed to think.

His hand ruffled through the short strands of my hair, then, as his gaze lowered to look at me, his nostrils delicately flared and he stated, “Maybe another time. I did say I wanted to assess your sucking skills. And everyone who knows me well knows that I really don’t like to change my mind once I’ve decided on something.”

He gave a small thrust of his hips, nudging his cock farther inside my mouth. “So, that’s what I’ll have you do. This time.” And again. Pulling back slightly, until the ridge of his cockhead nudged at the soft inner lining of my lips, then pushing in again, riding the tip, and the first inch or so of his shaft, along the top of my tongue.

Once more, then he sweetly commanded, “So, suck, boo. Suck me so good.”

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