Page 27 of If I See You Again
Fingers worked into my hair, holding my head in place as my lips wrapped around his tip, sucking slowly.
“Oh, damn, gorgeous. That mouth is perfection.”
David’s hips punched up, but I didn’t let him further into my mouth. Instead, I let go of him, only to be rewarded with a whimper.
I lapped at his tip again, running my tongue along the edge of the head. David tried once more to shove my head down, butI held back, chuckling as I continued to tease him with small kisses and licks along his length.
“Patience. You’ll get a good reward. I promise.”
That got me a frustrated growl, but David didn’t push me again.
The next time I went down, I took him all the way in, swallowing around him to let him into my throat.
“Oh, God,” he cried, his fingers tightening in my hair again, but no longer trying to take control. I sat like that for a few moments before pulling back, slurping up his shaft, making a mess with my spit and drool. It was a sloppy blow job, but for some reason, it made it all that much better. I wrapped my hand around his base and concentrated my suction at his tip, jacking him in time with the bobs of my head.
My throbbing cock was between my legs, and I regretted my lack of coordination and foresight—I couldn’t relieve myself, and my jeans were still fastened. It almost didn’t matter. The more sounds of pleasure that David made, the more it was like a smooth caress along my length. I could get off on his sounds alone.
Little bursts of salty pre-cum kept hitting my tongue, and the way David kept pushing into my mouth told me he was right on the edge. Good. That was exactly where I wanted him. I doubled my efforts, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking harder, making the most obscene sounds as I groaned around his length.
And that was all it took.
“Coming,” was all the warning I got as warm pulses of cum filled my mouth. My eyes slammed closed as I savored the moment, and that I could make a new memory with someone special, like David. Because hewassomeone special and I hated that we were in such a shitty situation.
As David’s cock softened, I let it fall from my lips, dropping my head to his thigh and panting heavily. My dick still throbbed forattention, but I needed to come down from the high of getting David off.
I didn’t need to think. Didn’t need to ask. David knew exactly what I needed.
Within seconds I was hauled off the floor, ass on the couch, with my pants suddenly around my knees. My cock sprang free of my underwear as David ran his scruffy jaw along my length. The sensation had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Sweet Jesus, that was one of the best parts about being with a guy. Women were all smooth, but I loved how rough and rugged a man could be.
“Keep that up and I’ll blow all over your face.” The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.
David chuckled. “Would that be so terrible, gorgeous? Wouldn’t you like to dirty me up a bit?”
Opening my eyes was a mistake. David was between my legs, and those blue eyes filled with so much lust and mischief as he stared up at me. That filthy pink tongue peeked out and gathered the bead of pre-cum from my tip, and that was it. I hadn’t been lying about being close.
I shot my load all over David’s face with a whimper, my eyes slamming closed once more because I’d never done something like that before.
My breaths heaved in and out of my lungs as I tried to gather myself and fall back to earth. I was floating somewhere in the stratosphere. Orbiting.
Chapter 20
David
That wasn’t how I imagined our afternoon, but it was a pleasant turn of events.
It took a while for Malcolm to come back to his senses after his release, but once he did, he showed me to the bathroom, though I knew where it was. It didn’t matter. There was an ulterior motive there. He adjusted the taps on the shower, and, just when I thought he was going to leave me to it, he stripped off the rest of his clothes and stepped under the spray.
A shower was intimate. Not that the fucking we’d been doing hadn’t been, but there was something different about letting someone in on those quiet moments. The moments that weren’t always heated. The times when you normally kept to yourself.
Malcolm’s eyes were closed, face turned into the spray, when I stepped into the shower behind him. He didn’t acknowledge me at first until I wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him against my chest.
He laughed when I placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Your face is still sticky.”
I snorted. “Well, that would be your fault.”
We switched places beneath the showerhead, and I scrubbed at my face, removing the remaining remnants of his cum.
