Page 42 of Just a Little Crush
The room goes blurry and I take my hands off her. “Baby, you can’t.” I swear, if she puts her mouth anywhere near my dick I’m gonna lose my mind. In my head I’ve already overstepped a thousand times, probably more. I’m holding on by a thread here.
“I can and I will. Please, Rennie? I want to so much.” There’s surely not a man on the planet who could resist the siren call of her begging.
She keeps her eyes on me, waiting for the barely imperceptible nod I’ve got no control over. Then Bec, my sweet Rebecca Charlton, drops to her knees and takes my underwear with her.
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“Holyfuck,”Becsayswhen my dick bobs free just inches from her face. I’m hard, heavy, and aching for her.
She has no idea how turned on I’ve been since she came to stay. Keeping my dick out of the picture when I’ve been making her come has been a unique brand of torture. I’ve been stroking myself off to the memory of her orgasms every time I shower, sometimes twice, but it’s no use when I see her like this. My resolve is crumbling faster than I can build it up again.
“This is a bad idea, Bec.”
She shakes her head and strokes her fingertips gently up and down my length. Her expression is one of awe, even better than I’ve imagined.
“Nope. This is a fucking great idea. We can help each other out.”
“How exactly is this helping you?” My knees nearly give out when she grips the base of me, and swipes my swollen, aching head over her tongue.
“There are things I want to do with you that I haven’t done with anyone before. Have you ever done this?” she asks.
“Had a blow job?” I laugh, awkwardly. “Um, yeah.”
Stroking the length of me, she licks a long line up from my balls to the tip, circling the head slowly. “Have you ever really fucked someone’s mouth?”
“What?” I choke out. She reaches for my hands, brings them to her hair, then curls her fingers around mine until they each hold a fistful.
“That’s what I want. I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Bec wraps her lips around me and lowers her head, taking me deeper.This. Is. Not. Happening.I groan at the sensation and stroke the back of her head, applying the tiniest amount of pressure. When she pulls back with a pop I let go immediately, afraid it was too much.
“Make me take more.”
“Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You aren’t. I want this,” she says, her hands still teasing me with delicious strokes.
“Are you sure?”
She leans her head back, staring straight up at me. “Yes, I’m sure, I’m so fucking sure. Renn, I’m only gonna say this once, so listen very carefully. You don’t need to hold back with me. Everything you want, I want. You want to be rough? Be rough. You want to be in control? Go for it. I’m not fragile, you don’t need to check in with me. You gave me what I need, now I want you to take what you need. Understood?”
Through ragged breath, I nod. “Do we need a safe word or something?”
Bec rolls her eyes.You little brat.“You know me, Rennie. You know me better than anyone. I trust you. If I’m not into it you’ll be able to tell.”
“OK.”Fuck, she’s really going to let me do this.
“But just in case,” she smirks, “let’s make it gorgonzola.”
“You are ridiculous.”
“And horny. Let’s go.” She opens her mouth wide, swirling her tongue all over me then closing her lips around me and sucking hard. I let her slide up and down a few times and then meet her descent with a shallow thrust of my own. Her moan vibrates through me when I cup the back of her head, holding her in place. I feel her lapping at the underside of my shaft, coating my dick in hot spit.
I push deeper again and when I reach the back of her throat she gags a little. I hate how much I love that filthy sound. I expect her to pull away, but she shocks me by gripping the back of my thighs and pulling me in deeper. I close my eyes and let her hold me there while I try to stay vertical.
When Bec pulls away again, her breath is fast and shaky.
