Page 88 of Whips and Chains
With a groan because I had no idea if I wanted more or needed him to stop, I pushed him away. My breaths came so hard I was sure I was going to hyperventilate again, but this time for an entirely different reason.
Whip got to his feet and stood in front of me.
I stared back, absolutely no fucking idea what to say to a man after he’d just blown me.
Thank you?
That was nice?
I got down on my knees instead, because it was a whole lot easier than looking into his eyes or seeing the smug expression on his stupid face.
I dragged off his jeans. “This doesn’t fucking mean shit,” I grumbled at him.
“Whatever you say, Levi.”
Oh, fuck him.
But it didn’t stop me from pulling off his underwear and running my hand over his erection. He was glistening, slick with precum, clearly turned on from sucking me off.
“Want some instructions?” There was laughter in his voice.
He could go to hell. I gave him the middle finger.
The one on my hand that wasn’t wrapped around his dick.
I knew what I liked in a blow job. I didn’t need him acting like I was one of his sex students.
I wrapped my lips around the head of him, and that effectively shut him up.
He groaned, but he was clearly less of a prick than I was, because he didn’t grab me the way I’d grabbed him.
Some part of me wanted him to. Wanted him to lose control, because he never fucking did. X was all hyperactivity and no thought before he acted. I was too fucking emotional, too in my head, always losing it because my feelings were too close to the surface.
Whip was a closed book. Always calm.
It was fucking annoying.
The sensation of having a dick in my mouth was new, but as I slid my tongue down his shaft, I found it wasn’t unpleasant. My lips stretched wide around his cock, and I licked the underside of him, pressing him deeper and deeper into my mouth with each round.
Somewhere around the third or fourth plunge of my mouth, or maybe it was when I noticed his abs flexing and breathing change, I realized me sucking him was just as much a turn-on as when he’d done it to me. My balls were already tingling, and the familiar rush of blood to my cock was quicker than I would have expected, considering I’d just come.
I wasn’t twenty anymore. It took me a few minutes to go twice in a row.
But, apparently, not when I was down on my knees for another man.
Wouldn’t Whip have a field day with that information? Not that I would ever tell him.
I’d actually rather put a bullet in my brain than admit that.
But fuck. He was going to know anyway. Because there was going to be no hiding the boner I was sporting.
Great. Just fucking great.
I doubled down, sucking him hard and fast, both hating and loving I was so hard just from what I was doing. It was the same high I got when I was buried in Violet’s pussy.
I’d had no idea I would feel the same when it was cock.
But, apparently, I did. So I guess we could all learn new things.
