Page 85 of Sunflower Persona
“Hold on a second. I didn’t set this up in an attempt to get into your pants. Movies and cuddling are the only things on the agenda. This is still your rodeo. There is no pressure for anything more.”
“And if I want more?” I challenge. I don’t know where the boldness comes from, but it has a strong effect on Gage. He swallows heavily as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
“If you want more, you are going to have to tell me what that looks like. You are in control here.”
“Take off your clothes,” I command.
The speed at which he pulls his shirt off and struggles with his pants would be comical if the situation were any different, but the air is far too charged with electric need for me to laugh. He stands before me in nothing but his boxers. His hand hovers by the waistband, and he gives me a challenging look, daring me to go further.
We will, but first I want to get my fill of him. This is the most he’s ever let me see of his body. His torso is a solid mass of muscle, but it isn’t perfectly sculpted like some Hollywood actor on the big screen. That doesn’t make him any less impressive. If anything, I think I like this more. Gage is real.
His chest is covered in a large, faded tattoo of a bear’s head surrounded by vintage-style roses. I reach out and run my fingertips over the thick lines. His eyes flutter shut as a shiver runs through his body. That reaction only fuels me further; I replace my fingers with my lips, teasing the skin with my tongue as I alternate between soft kisses and exploration.
My lips trail down his body, going so low I have to drop to my knees in order to reach. Gage groans as I do, but he doesn’t move. His hands clench into fists as his body tightens with his restraint. I stop at his waistband, licking and sucking around the sensitive flesh at his hips.
After a few more moments of teasing, my need to see all of him wins out, and I pull his boxers down. His cock springs free, no less impressive than it looked behind the confines of his clothes. I only have one other to compare it to, but Gage is easily an inch longer, and thicker by an even more impressive margin. Precum leaks from its head, and I can’t resist the urge to taste it. I dart my tongue out and lick away the salty liquid, which only makes Gage groan again.
I look up at him, and he’s staring at me like I’m the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen. The absolute unguarded adoration in his eyes flips my stomach.
“You can touch me too,” I tell him, and then I take him into my mouth.
His girth stretches my jaw, but I don’t mind it. One of his hands comes to my head the moment I give him permission. He doesn’t pull my hair or push my head down farther, he just holds me, like I’m the only thing that can ground him. I lick and suck on the top half of his cock, careful not to take him too far and make myself gag. The salty taste of his precum explodes across my taste buds as I work him with my mouth, and saliva spills past my lips in messy pools. It’s not like I have a ton of preexisting blow job skills, but I try to make up for my lack of technique with enthusiasm.
“I’m going to come if you keep going like that,” Gage says with a groan as his face pinches.
I pull away and wipe the drool from my chin. There will be a time for him to come in my mouth, but tonight I want more than that.
“Go lie down,” I tell him, and he follows my command without complaint.
I follow behind him, peeling off my clothes as I go. He watches my every movement with hungry eyes, stroking himself lazily with one hand.
All of that bold, self-assured attitude flees as I stand naked in front of him. At least he’s naked too. This would be so much more awkward if he wasn’t.
What happens now?
I know Gage said I’m in control, but does he expect me to climb on top of him and sit on his dick? Or does he want something else? Yes, I have some experience, but I never said it wasgoodexperience, and I’ve never tried to be the one in control. What if I fuck it up?
“What’s running through that head of yours, doll?” Gage stops his stroking and props himself up to get a better look at me.
“I don’t know what to do next.”
“What do you want to do?”
“Everything.” My cheeks heat with the confession.
“Do you want to have sex tonight?” he asks bluntly, and I nod.
“Words, Kor,” he growls in warning.
“Yes, Gage, I want you to fuck me.”
He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath, before looking at me again.
“I meant it when I said I didn’t invite you over tonight for this. If you change your mind at any point, you say stop and we stop. Got it?”
“Yes, Coach,” I grumble, and the heat in his gaze only grows more intense.
“I’ll be right back,” he tells me as he gets out of the makeshift bed.
