Page 55 of Changing the Play

He smirks. It’s smug and satisfied and God, he’s entirely too hot. “That didn’t take long.”

My hands find their way into his hair again, and my hips jerk up. “God, shut up and put your mouth on me.”

His lips skate over the head of my cock, and I catch sight of my pre-cum coating his bottom lip. I’m about to lose it. “My mouthison you, Darcy.”

That’s not what I meant and he knows it. “Close your lips around the head.”

He doesn’t wait a second longer. My back arches off the bed as his warm lips cover the head of my cock. My fingers flex in his hair as I fight the urge to move. To shift. To work myself into his throat.

He doesn’t move. Like the little tease he is. He’s staring at me expectantly, like he’s waiting for his next instruction. He is, isn’t he? Words. Words, Darcy. Find words. “Suck.”

He hollows his cheeks and the light suction on the head of my cock has my entire body trembling. “More. Keep going.” Gross. I sound like Parker. Ew. Not going there.

His suction intensifies, and my hips rock up, trying to chase the feeling. His hair is tangled around my fingers and I’m fighting every instinct inside my body, shaking with the effort it’s taking to be still and not ruin his first experience for him.

He pulls off my cock, dragging his tongue over my leaking slit as he does, and another wrecked moan tears from my throat. “Oh fuck.”

He presses his lips to my hip bone. “I love making you cuss. It’s so fucking hot watching you lose yourself.”

“Again.” I’m not even sure how my vocal cords are working at this point.

With a slight hum, West closes his lips over my cock once more, but this time he doesn’t stop there. His hot mouth slides over my cock, taking me deeper until he gags. He pulls back with a gasp, and I let go of his hair in a rush. “It’s fine. You don’t have to do so much,” I try to assure him, letting my fingers brush down the side of his flushed cheek. “You can use your hand too.”

He watches me for a second, licking his lips as he gives me a slight nod. Gripping the base of my dick, he strokes me slowly. Once, twice, three times, then he’s adding his mouth back into the mix, sinking it over my cock and making me lose all control of my body. My hips thrust up, but thankfully his hand stops me from going too deep.

His grip tightens the slightest bit and then he’s bobbing up and down, using his hand to work the base as he takes me deeper with each movement of his head. I’m unraveling. Losing it. My chest heaves with each ragged breath.

I whimper, my body tensing.

He pulls off, leaving my cock twitching in the air between us. “You’re supposed to be guiding me, Darcy.”

I can’t.

I actually, truly cannot.

There’s not a single thought in my mind.

There’s just him and his perfect mouth and his tight grip on my cock.

I card my fingers back through his hair, more gently this time, guiding his mouth back to my dick because there’s no way I can word. Not even a little.

He takes the hint. He pumps his hand, picking up his speed as he works my cock into his mouth, pressing his tongue on the underside of my head with each pass.

Fuck. I’m so close. So fucking close.

My fingers tighten, my body flushing hot as fire barrels down my spine. “West—” I gasp, shuddering and trembling. “Fuck—gonna… I’m gonna come—” I try to use my grip to pull him off, but he moans instead, the vibration making my eyes roll back, and doubles down.

My back comes off the bed as a choked-off groan rips from my chest and my dick throbs against his tongue. “Fuck—” Everything inside metightens as I come. His eyes find mine, his hand continuing to pump up and down as I spill into his mouth. He works hard to keep up, swallowing over and over as his eyes flutter, but some leaks out of the sides of his lips and I have to close my eyes and drop back onto the bed because it’s fucking obscene.

When the last of the orgasm rushes through me, West sucks hard, like he’s trying to get any cum left that he can. He moans as he draws off my cock and quickly sits up, hovering over me and pulling his leaking cock out of his boxers.

His breath is shaky and uneven as he fists his flushed cock in his hand and starts stroking. He looks destroyed. Sucking my dick did that to him. He’s babbling, barely coherent words. Just flashes of, “so good,” and, “I love the way you taste,” and, “fucking sexy,” and, “God, baby, the sounds you make,” and, “can still taste you, so hot,” and then his whole body goes taut as his cum lands in thick ropes on my chest and throat, settling in the hollow of it.

His entire body is shuddering, his hand still moving frantically over his jerking cock, and I’m not sure that I’ve ever seen a more breathtaking sight in my entire life.

West’s eyes trail over my body, flaring as he takes in the sight of his cum covering me. His strokes slow to nothing as he shivers through the oversensitivity.

His cock falls from his hand and he sits back, gasping for air. I let my hand settle on his thigh, trying to ground him a little because if he feels anything like me, he’s probably half out of it. “You liked that,” I say. It’s not a question. It’s a fact. It’s easy to see.

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