Page 104 of The Alternate Captain
I don’t think anything could have prepared me for her tongue. Hot and wanting, right on the tip of my dick, teasing at my piercing. Her hands wrap around the base of my dick as she holds it firm. Then she parts her lips a little, spitting onto me before she wraps her mouth around the head of my dick. Hot and wet and—
“Fuck,” I breathe, instinctively running my fingers through her hair and gripping, gently tugging at her locks. It feels really fucking good.
She moves slowly, taking a little more of me as she adjusts her position. Her tongue caresses my dick, right under the head near the piercing, where it’s the most sensitive. My eyes roll back in my head. Honestly, it’s such an intense experience, my whole body lights up.
She takes me halfway, and I have to use every ounce of self-control I have not to thrust into her, because she feels so good, and I need more.
She slips away with a pop and looks up at me, and I can’t help it. I reach for my dick and wrap my hand around my shaft and stroke. Up and down. Slow movements. Because I’m so hard, I could explode at any moment... could I explode?
Her hands run up and down my thighs and my pace quickens. Then she leans forwards and cups my balls in her hand. Caressing them gently. They’re tight and heavy—like they’re waiting to give her my release.
“Can I try something?” she says.
I stop, giving her my attention. Curious.
“Sure?”
“Put your legs up on the bed,” she says, pushing to scoot me back. I do what I’m told, and watch as she disappears, returning a few moments later with a bottle of lube. “Any hard limits?”
“Fuck. I... I don’t think so.What are you doing?”
“I want to try something,” she says. “I’ve been doing a bit of research, and... do you trust me?”
I figure I literally have nothing to lose except my load, which I’m willing to rid myself of at this point, so I nod.
She slips between my legs again, and I hear the squelch of the bottle.
“Keep jerking yourself,” she says, and I do. Slow and steady. “Does it feel good?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, then there’s a cold pressure right on my ass. “Christ, what are you doing?”
“If you hate it, I’ll stop. But let’s try.”
I keep up the work on my dick. Long strokes. Pressure building all through my body. And I feel it. Her finger probing at me, then it slips inside just a tiny amount and I exhale.
It’s not bad. In fact, it feels—
“Fuck.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I mean—can you try a little more lube?”
Another squelch of the bottle, then the absence of her hand briefly before she runs her finger around my rim and pushes into me again.
I exhale, shuddering on the spot.
“Is this okay, Johnny?”
I can’t even answer her, so I groan. Nodding.
And she slides in a little deeper. And a little deeper.
“Just keep going with your hand,” she coaxes.
And I do. Picking up the pace as I jerk myself off. All the while, Kelly’s finger is in my ass, and I want more.
“Deeper,” I say.
