Page 35 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
He stood briefly to take off his shoes and pants before sitting on the floor with me. He still didn’t take off his underwear to show me his toadstool and dingleberries. I giggled at the thought and opened my mouth to share it with him, but he slammed his hand over my mouth before I could.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled playfully. “Call it a cock and I’ll show it to you, call it anything else, and I’ll put it away for the night. Understood?” He used the same tone earlier when I asked if he wanted me to lick him. The tone I liked and wanted more of. The one that shot tingles down my spine and made my insides all warm and gooey.
His hand still covered my mouth, so I just nodded. He looked skeptical, but pulled his hand away.
I straightened out my back, still kneeling in front of him, and put my hands in my lap. I lowered my head and tried to flutter my lashes. I was never good at it. I hoped it came across as exaggerated innocence to cover for my actual ineptitude.
His lips twitched.
“Duke, can you show me your cock? Please?”
His lips twitched again, and then he laughed at me. Laughed at me! Good. I had hoped he would find it funny. I wasn’t practiced at sexy, but if I made him laugh, maybe it would be ok.
I sat back, leaning against my hands and spreading my legs out in a vee so I could get a good view. I waved my hand to encourage him to get on with the show.
“Now, just be aware that this conversation has, uh, deflated me a bit. Actually, that’s probably a good thing. Just don’t make any assumptions based on his current state.”
“His?”
“My cock isn’t a ‘she,’ that’s for sure.”
Duke slipped his thumbs into the edge of his green silk boxers and pulled them down with no more delay.
I’d seen plenty of pictures. I’d even watched porn, more out of curiosity than desire. Other than the size, he looked, well, normal. The ones in the pictures, hard or soft, weren’t quite so—big.
My mouth opened in shock.
“This is ‘deflated?’”
I watched the skin on his shaft move as he stroked it up and then down, highlighting the length and girth of the beast in his hands. I was right to be intimidated before.
“Not for long, if you keep looking at it like that.”
“Right. What will it be like?” I didn’t even mean to ask that out loud.
“Keep going on about the size of my cock and you’re going to give me a big head.” He stroked it again, and I watched it grow more.
“I think you already have one.” I licked my lips and imagined what it would be like to take him in my mouth,into my body.
Duke’s eyes shone with a hint of… something new when I looked up at him. Something I’d only seen once before. It was the same look he gave me before he so thoroughly pleasured me with his mouth just the other day. Something like hunger and yearning, but that couldn’t be right.
“Wha—what does it feel like?” I asked as I watched him run his hand along it slowly.
“Come, touch it.”
I didn’t mean that way. What I would feel when I touched it wasn’t the loudest thought in my mind. I wanted to know whathefelt like when he touched himself, when he looked at me, when he thought of me touching him. I didn’t know how to ask that, so instead I sat up and brought my hand to him.
“Oh,” I said as I touched it.
He felt silky smooth and had grown impossibly larger in the time he had been stroking himself. I ran my finger along the head of him, picking up a bead of pre-cum that had appeared at his slit. I stared at the drop on my finger before bringing it to my mouth and closing my lips around it.
“Damn,” Duke whispered as he tightened his hand at the base of his now hard cock. He locked his eyes on my mouth as I tasted him. I loved the salty taste, but the slimy texture stayed on my tongue and made me cringe, just a little.
“I’m not sure I would want to, uh, swallow… that,” I said when I pulled my finger out of my mouth.
“You don’t have to.”
“Good. I still want—” I swallowed “—I still want to lick you.” I didn’t realize how close I’d gotten to his cock, but it was right there by my mouth, ready for my tongue.
