Page 82 of When the Smoke Clears

He guides himself back into my mouth with a dirty grin. “Why, Firecracker, are you objectifying me? Am I just a cock to you?”

I nod as much as I can sucking him off with my head dangling off the side of the bed and he laughs. Again, he leans forward and pushes deeper into my throat. I’ve never been so turned on giving head before.

One of his hands presses onto the bed and the other, mercifully warm, finds my aching center. He runs his fingers through my gathered arousal, toying with the sensitive skin around my clit before swirling his wet fingers on it. My grateful cry is muffled by his cock deep in my throat, which just draws more moans from me.

The tip of his tongue dragging through my slit causes my hips to jerk. My focus splits between enjoying his thrusting into my mouth and his tongue driving me toward my climax. The wonderful distraction causes my own motions to become somewhat erratic, disjointed pleasured noises to fill my throat.

He groans and shifts an arm under my hips, lifting them off the bed toward him. My feet press flat onto the mattress, shoving my hips farther up to assist. And frankly, because I need his mouth deeper in me. An appreciative vibration travels through my highly sensitive core. I’m not going to last long.

Pulled between the dueling activities, I slide my mouth off his cock. He doubles down his efforts and my nails dig into his thighs as I gasp. His free hand grabs my leg at the knee, forcing me open wider. It’s all I need to tumble right over the edge, and I cry out as my orgasm rocks through me.

Sutton doesn’t release me as I come down. His attention slows and softens, and I wrap my mouth around him with renewed fervor. One orgasm isn’t enough with him. It’s only enough to drive me further.

In an instant, he wraps his second arm around my waist and stands fully, hauling me off the bed upside down and pressing me firmly against him, his mouth still on my core. My surprised squeal is muted behind his cock. I grab his shaft with one hand to control the angle and wrap my free arm around his lower back to steady myself. Trusting that he won’t drop me doesn’t change the nature of our position and natural reactions.

I don’t know what to do with my legs and it’s somewhat distracting, but Sutton’s licking and sucking picks up again, drawing me back in, and I ignore everything else. The blood rushing to my head adds another layer to the multitude of sensations.

Somehow, I bob my head around his cock. He’s still not relenting on my pussy, and another orgasm begins to build. My nails dig into his back, and he sets me against the bed, shoulders first, and lowers me down on my back again.

“I’m not done with you,” he promises.

“Thank fucking god.” I watch as he rounds to my side of the bed, grabbing an ankle and rotating my lower half onto one side.

His warm hand slides up my thigh until he reaches my ass, where he slaps, and I jump. He watches me closely as he does it again.

“Fuck,” I pant. How am I even more wet than I was?

His wicked grin returns. “You like that? I told you I was going to spank you because of your sassy fucking mouth.”

No one has ever spanked me before. Granted, no one has done a lot of the things that Sutton has done to me, like eating me out while I’m practically on my head. I never thought I’d enjoy spanking. In the abstract, it seemed demeaning, but now I feel the opposite. Empowered and sexy.

“Surprisingly. You’re the only man I’ve ever let hit me.”

He laughs. “That’s not a hit. It’s a love tap.”

I chuckle as he climbs onto the bed, resting on his knees. He pumps his cock deliberately, holding my gaze. A blushing heat rises from my chest into my face.

Am I embarrassed or turned on by watching him stroke himself as he looks over me? I settle on highly fucking aroused.

“I may be greedy, but I’ve been good. Don’t tease me.”

“You have been good.” He scoots closer and guides the tip of his cock through my exposed arousal. With my shoulders mostly flat on the bed and my hips twisted to one side, I can almost seat myself against him as he teases my clit and opening back and forth. When he finally enters me, the fullness is amazing. I never realized how much I hadn’t experienced in sex, this partially turned position one of those things, and the angle provides an exquisite reach.

Something like a moaned ‘yes’ falls from my mouth and I lay my head back.

“You like being my good girl, don’t you?”

My head pops back up.

“You’re fierce and sassy, but you like it when I tell you what a good listener you are.”

He’s right. Praise never sounds as good as when it’s coming off his lips for me. “When you make it worth my while.”

He thrusts into me deeply. “I always make it worth your while.”

I groan again. “Except when you tease me.”

“Liar.” He slams into me again and leans forward, so our mouths are nearly touching. “You fucking love when I tease you. And it’s only to repay your own teasing.”

---