Page 87 of No Strings
I kind of expected him to come wake me up or something. But he didn’t, and that hurts more than I’d like to admit.
I’m thinking about the jobs we have to do today—okay fine, I’m thinking about when we’ll be able to sneak sex in–when it dawns on me: I’m yet to give him head. I mean yeah, he’s come in my mouth, but I haven’t sucked his cock. He has gone down on me, and I haven’t returned the favour.
I mull over what I’m planning before tiptoeing toward his room with newfound determination. It could go one of two ways; one being he says no and pushes me away, and the second, and best part being him saying yes and both of us having a good time.
Opening his door, I’m hit with the smell of him and soft snores. I take a deep breath in and walk to the bed. His sheet is covering half of his body, but when I softly pull it away, I’m met with his naked body. Perfect. I get in position between his legs. He hasn’t moved, his breathing still deep and even.
Come on Morgan you got this.
I run my tongue over the round head of his soft cock. I do it again before opening my mouth and sucking his cock. The bar bell distance themselves as he grows in my mouth. He moans here and there. And when he's completely erect, hitting the back of my throat I’m gagging.
“Morgan?”
I don’t answer him. Instead, I free his cock from my mouth, wrap my hand around his length, and work him while I suck on one of his balls. He hums my name, and it gives me a boost of encouragement. I give the same attention to his other ball. Continuing to work his length, I can feel precum gather along my fingers.
“Fuck, Princess.”
Releasing his balls, I look up at him and smirk. He is looking straight at my chest. Did I forget to mention I’m also naked?
While looking at him, I lull my tongue out of my mouth and let saliva run down my tongue, landing on the head of his cock. His breathing hitches, and I lower my mouth to suck in just the tip, my tongue running around the base of his head, then flicking along his slit.
His hip jerk forward. “Jesus fuck”
I take in more of his cock, mentally counting the barbells as they run along the roof of my mouth.
“Are you going to suck my cock until I’m coming down your throat?”
I nod and then melt into his mattress when he says, “Such a good girl.”
He hits the back of my throat, and I gag. He doesn’t force me to take more than I can, but he does encourage me.
“Breathe through your nose.”
I do.
“Relax your throat.”
When I do, his fingers stroke my head.
“When I near the back of your throat, swallow.”
And when the thick head of his cock nears the back of my throat, I relax my throat and swallow, taking the tip of his cock deeper than I thought I’d be able to.
“Fuck, that’s it.” He tips his head and shifts his hips.
I bob my head up and down, until he stops me.
“Get up here.” He says. I release his cock from my mouth and look at him questioningly. He thankfully answers, “Ever sucked dick while being eaten, Princess?”
Embarrassment flushes my cheeks, because I haven’t. I never had anyone go down on me until Rhys. I shake my head.
“Well, that’s about to change. Legs either side of my head, put your cunt over my face, and then suck my cock.” My eyes grow wide, I’m not sure if I can focus on that while he is working his tongue on me, but I do as I’m told and move into position.
“How am I meant to reach your pussy if it’s up there? Sit.”
I lower my body even more, but apparently still not close enough he pulls me closer and lazily laps at my pussy.
“Oh.. God.” I arch my back, and he reminds me to suck his dick.
