Page 306 of The First Time
I rub my thumb over his tip and he lets out a groan.
He grabs me by the hair, his palm flat against the back of my head. He wants my mouth around him.
And I want that too.
I have no idea what I'm doing, but I want it so badly.
I lick my lips reflexively. My eyes are begging him.
He nods, giving me permission.
I plant one hand on his thigh. He guides me into position.
My heart thuds against my chest.
My sex clenches.
I'm about to give Blake head in the back of a car and I don't have a single objection.
There's something wrong with me.
But I don't care.
I wrap my hand around his cock, wiping a drop of pre-come from the head.
I brush my lips against him. The skin is soft but he's so hard.
I try it again. Again. Until I find the spot that makes him groan.
Then I take him into my mouth.
He tastes good. Salt and something uniquely Blake.
His hands go to my hair. One cups the back of my head, holding me in place. It winds me tighter. All of it.
I slide my tongue around him. It feels so right, him in my mouth, him holding me in place, him utterly in control of how I bring him pleasure.
He presses his hand against the back of my head, guiding me over his cock.
He starts gentle. Then gets harder. Deeper.
Until he's so deep I'm gagging.
But that feels good too.
Blake's groan fills the car. I'm sure the driver is watching, but I don't care. That sound is music. That sound is poetry.
His hands tighten in my hair. He takes me deeper. Harder. I follow his motions. He shifts his hips, thrusting into my mouth, tugging at my hair as my tongue hits just the right spot.
Fuck, I love the way he pulls my hair.
I love everything about this.
He feels good in my mouth.
I run my tongue along every inch of his cock, testing his reactions. He shudders as I flick my tongue against his tip.
Perfect.
