Page 49 of Win You Over
“So when you asked me to show you how to make me come. Did you mean to show you what I like or how to jerk off?”
Holden rolls his eyes.
“I know how to jerk off!”
“Okay. Sorry.” I lift my hands up.
“Talking about it is really taking away the fun,” he complains, sticking out his bottom lip.
I move to my knees, take his face in my hands and bite his pouty lip.
“I’m sorry. You caught me off guard. I didn’t know you were a virgin.”
“I’m not a virgin. I’ve had sex, just not done…stuff. Forget it.” His words break when he talks and I get a feeling the topic is overwhelming him.
Taking his hand, I place it on the outside of my shorts, over my hard cock.
“I can’t forget it. In fact, picturing you on your knees with my cock in your mouth is the only thing I can think of now.”
I push him onto his back, and being careful not to seem like I’m holding him down, I crawl over his body.
He’s still, but I can hear his laboured breaths among the lazy lapping of the sea on the shore.
“You want me to teach you,leeutjie? Show you how to suck my dick? And only mine, because I will show you, but it’ll only be me who gets to feel the stretch of your lips.”
A possessive flurry sparks inside me at the idea of Holden being with anyone else and instead of keeping the thoughts to myself, I let them out, floating like leaves on a breeze. Maybe that answers my question about whether or not this is just a summer fling.
He nods, the browns of his irises swallowed by the widening of his pupils, and I’m on my feet, dragging him up with me. Looking out to the sea, I spot only our yacht not far off the shore. To my right, there is a large cluster of rocks wrapping around one end of the island. Taking Holden’s hand in mine, I guide usbetween the narrow path made by two large boulders until we come to a clearing blocked from view on all sides. It’s serene. Private. Perfect.
With my back pressed to a boulder, I capture Holden’s hips between my hands and draw him into me. He comes willingly, his body colliding with mine at the same time his lips do, his hand falling to land over my heart. He moans into the kiss, his nails scraping at my skin as he slides his hand down to the waistband of my shorts. When he frees my hard cock, I move my hands from his waist to his shoulders, encouraging him down to his knees.
Holden’s mouth hovers over my shaft, lips parted, eyes up, awaiting my instructions.
There’s something incredibly heady about this moment – his inexperience and enthusiasm, the scenery, the knowledge that wecouldbe caught, however unlikely.
“Spit in your hand, then wrap it around my cock,” I say, running one hand through his hair, which is gritty and salt-kissed between my fingers.
Holden spits, then with a tight grip, wraps his hand around the base of my shaft.
“Keep your hand still, baby.” The rasp in my voice is a clear sign of how turned on I am. “Then stretch those pretty lips around me.”
His grip tightens but doesn’t move as he leans forward and sucks the tip of my cock into his mouth. The heat and velvety softness of his mouth steals my breath. He takes in a little more, testing his limits as he moves lower and lower. Holden gags, his throat constricting, and he pulls up until only the tip remains in his mouth. His eyes are damp, still locked on mine.
“Don’t go so deep. Try again,” I say, coaxing him back down with my hand on his head.
“Use your tongue,” I urge seconds before he’s licking at my seam and over the pulsing vein on the underside of my dick.
“Yes, like that. Now twist your hand right where it is.”
Holden twists, sucks and licks, slowly setting a rhythm that has pleasure pulsing in my blood. My balls ache with the need to come, but I’m determined to hold back, to make this last a little longer.
He closes his eyes, putting his all into worshipping my cock. I slam my hand against the rock, digging my fingers into it as the telltale sign of an orgasm builds.
“Baby, baby, baby,” I chant, and his eyes open again. “Touch yourself. I want you to come with me.”
I can’t see his hand reach into his shorts, but when he whimpers around me, I can picture it in my mind.
“Can you take more?” I ask, applying pressure to the back of his head with my free hand, but not enough that he can’t stop me if he needs to. He moans something indecipherable as he takes more of me into his mouth. He gags again, but this time doesn’t stop. Tears fall from the corners of his eyes as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
