Page 24 of Wet Paint

“You tasted me, now I want to taste you.”

“You ever done that before, darling?” he asked, and I quickly shook my head.

“No, but I want to try.”

He leaned back, giving me the space to slide off his lap and kneel between his legs. “You can’t do anything wrong,” he assured me, brushing aside a strand of my hair.

The lightning through the windows turned his skin a strange, pale blue for an instant. I ran my hands up his thighs, feeling the soft, faded denim against my palms, then worked the button and zipper. He arched his hips up a little to help, and I tugged both jeans and boxers down at once, exposing him.

He was already fully hard, thick and flushed, and I wrapped my hand around the base, thumb pressing gently into the sensitive underside. I liked the way he looked at me then. Half-pain, half-anticipation, as if he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. Or,lettingit happen.

I bit my lower lip before leaning in. I had seen this in movies. Yeah, those kinds of movies. I wasn’t a prude. I knew about porn and sex and everything dirty. But this would be the first time I gave a man a blowjob. One of many I hoped to give him. And only him.

I licked a slow trail from the base to the tip, then back down, savoring the way he shuddered just slightly under my mouth. He hissed in a breath when I took him in, slowly, letting my lips slide down the length of him, tongue pressed flat against the ridge. I started with a lazy rhythm, dragging it out just enough, pulling back to swirl my tongue around the head before sinking down again, deeper each time. His hands slid into my hair, not to control, just to hold on, his fingers flexing with each pass.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, voice ragged and naked. “You look so fucking good on your knees for me.”

I hummed in response, and he jerked a little, the vibration making him grip my hair tighter. I worked him with my mouth, hands stroking what I couldn’t take, tasting salt andskin and the knowledge that I was undoing him. He started to rock his hips, small at first, but growing lost in the pleasure, fucking into my mouth. I let him, let myself be used, and it made me feel powerful, starved and worshipped all at once.

“Goddamn, baby. That mouth is perfect.”

I looked up at him and smiled through my eyes—because it was truly impossible to actually smile with his cock in my mouth.

I was proud of myself for not backing down. For being confident.

“I’m about to come, darling. You gotta let me know if you want my cum in your mouth. Or if you want it somewhere else.” He gripped my hair tighter, and I looked at him again.

Without taking him out of my mouth, I silently let him understand that I wanted him to come in my mouth. I continued to suck his cock, and a slow grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

“You gonna swallow it, too?” he challenged.

That, I wasn’t so sure about.

The idea of his cum puddling in my mouth didn’t disgust me. Ruby often talked about how she hated the taste and consistency of cum. But I couldn’t judge that without having tried it first.

I gave him a small nod.

“Good girl,” he praised. His voice was tight and hoarse, and I didn’t stop.

I closed my eyes and took him deeper, felt his cock pulse and twitch as he came.

His grunts made me clench my thighs, and my pussy reacted to the sounds he made. His cum filled my mouth, and bit by bit, I swallowed it all.

“Goddamn beautiful,” he murmured as he calmed down. His eyelids were lowered and his breath was shallow. And he looked so damn hot. “Come here.”

I let his cock plop out of my mouth and moved up to straddle his lap again. He cupped the back of my head and pulled me to him, kissing me intensely, and tasting himself on my tongue. It didn’t bother him, which made him as a man even more attractive.

“That felt incredible,” he murmured between kisses, making me smile.

I wanted him inside me, but he told me he needed a moment before he could get hard again. I didn’t push, but I helped quicken the process by rubbing my pussy against his length until he was ready.

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We were on the couch, naked, legs tangled, and his arms tightly around me.

He kept kissing my forehead while I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the closeness. The calm. The storm outside.

It was perfect.

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