Page 65 of Opposites (Never) Attract
I heard the opening snap of his shirt and my breath caught in my throat.
One by one, the snaps popped and he stripped off his chambray shirt. He was so big. Thick. His chest was wide and his stomach was not flat, but muscled. His chest hair narrowed to a line that disappeared in the waistband of his jeans.
He dropped the shirt to the ground in front of me.
“On your knees, Sunshine.”
Like a devout church goer, I immediately dropped to my knees. The shot of pain when they hit the compact dirt only added to the thrill of what we were doing.
I watched as his hands lifted to his belt buckle. He was slow. Deliberate. Putting on a show. Building my anticipation to a fever pitch. First the buckle, the sound of it clinking against his thigh. Then the button and zipper of his jeans. So loud over the heaviness of my breathing.
Without touching them, I could feel how hard my nipples were.
He reached inside his jeans and pushed his boxers down. His cock sprang out, big and hard and ready.
He lifted my chin with his rough fingers, forcing my eyes to meet his. I couldn’t see his expression in the dark, but I felt the heat of him. His thumb brushed across my lips like he was marking them as his territory.
“Open your mouth.”
I did.
He slipped his thumb inside. His finger. He touched my tongue, the inside of my cheek, the back of my throat, and I let him, never breaking eye contact.
Whatever you want, I thought. I will give you. Never in my life had I felt this way.
“Lick me,” he said.
I leaned forward, my tongue reaching out to find the heavy, meaty circumcised head of his cock.
He tasted warm and salty and like the best sex I’d never had. I slipped my mouth over the tip and he pulled back.
“No,” he said.
“What do you want?” I breathed, embarrassed I’d already messed this up.
“Just lick the head.”
I did as he asked, watching him the whole time, waiting to see if I was doing it the way he wanted.
“That’s it,” he finally murmured, stroking my hair. “Tease me with that tongue, baby girl. I want to be out of fucking control by the time I come down your throat.”
I moaned, squeezing my legs together, searching for relief.
“Yeah,” he growled. “That’s how I want you, too.”
He teased me and he teased himself. Pulling himself away from my mouth. Taking a few steps back so that he was out of reach. Cursing and fisting himself for a few pumps, while I couldn’t move or reach for him because my hands were still tied behind my back.
Then he’d get close enough again and I found myself seeking him out with my mouth. Taking him inside and sucking him. Whipping my tongue against the slit until I tasted the salt of what he could not hold back.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and then leaned over me. His hand on the back of my neck. A little pressure. “More. Take more of me. Nice and slow.”
I did just as he said. It had never felt like this before. With my hands tied, I had no control over how much of him I could take, but I only knew I wanted more. I relaxed my jaw and he slid deeper. I relaxed my throat and swallowed around him.
“Oh, fuck. That’s it, baby girl. That’s it. You’re sucking me so good. Now play with your tits.”
I must have made a sound. A hum against his dick that made him groan.
“Oh, that’s right,” he mused, in this dark, sultry voice. “You can’t, can you? But you’re dying for it, aren’t you?”
