Page 32 of Loch
“Now there’s an image…” Brand said. “But I can sort of agree. With the girl part. Can’t comment on the other, sorry.”
“I like it,” I said, surprising myself that I actually said that out loud. “I mean, what’s not to like? When I’m down on my knees it’s like I control everything. How fast he gets off. How deep he shoots his load down my throat. How long I can draw his orgasm out. That kinda stuff.” I brought my attention back to them and see them both sating at me mouths hanging open and eyes wide.
“What are we talking about over here?” Bocca said, clapping Brand on the back and taking a seat next to him. He took in the scene and leaned back confused. Completely oblivious to the crazy conversation he’d walked into the middle of.
“Blowjobs,” I said in a casual tone, pulling out another beer for him.
“Reagan was just about to school us in her dick sucking ways,” Chris said snapping out of his shock. “Sounds like she likes it a lot. Hey, maybe you could write a book.” I laughed at the idea.
“Or teach a class at the community center. There are many people who could learn from you, I’m sure,” Brand joked.
Bocca was still a little thrown off by our conversation, but trying his best to cover it up. I didn’t miss the fact that he looked back over his shoulder. He watched Nate for a second before turning his attention back to us.
“The art of blowjob-ing?” I said laughing. I shook my head wondering exactly how we took this strange turn. “There are many different ones that I have in here.” I tapped the side of my head.
“Wait, more than one?” Brand asked, brows knitted. I looked around at all three of them. They looked like they were sitting on the edge of their seat waiting for the good part of the story. I rolled my eyes.
“Yes.” I took a deep breath, preparing to give away my secrets. “There is the ‘I’m pissed at you and I’m not going to let you come’. And the ‘we shouldn’t be doing this in public’. That one is all about suction and speed.”
“How many are there?” Bocca asked, a look of genuine curiosity written on his face.
“I don’t know. I never listed or counted before.” I laughed. “Usually, I go with the trusted old fashioned. The one where you want the person to enjoy it as much as you do. The one that promises to lead to more.” My mind drifted off as I continued. “The one that starts out by running your tongue up the length of the bottom of the shaft. Enjoying the smoothness against your tongue. Then when you reach the tip, you slowly close your mouth around it. You swirl your tongue around a few times before moving down without urgency.”
As I was talking all I could think about was Nate. And more specifically, doing all those things to him.
“You use everything you’ve got. Take it in deeper every time. All the while, looking into the guy’s eyes just to let him know this is all for him. Watching how much he’s enjoying it. Taking in what is good and what does nothing for him. Then you lightly massage the balls. With each bob, you suck a little harder until that moment when his dick starts to throb in between your lips. Right when he’s about to explode, you push down as far as you can go. Hold for a second. Then pull back enough to run circles on the underside of his head as the last little bit comes out. And you get to finally taste him.”
I pulled myself out of my trance and then it hit me. What had I done? I cleared my throat and shook my head as I took in my surroundings. Thank God, that no one else had walked up and listened in. Bocca, Brand, and Chris were staring at me wide-eyed with a slight look of pain in the face. Chris shifted uncomfortably and I could tell he was adjusting himself. I let out a nervous laugh and sent him an apologetic look.
“Yes, you should teach a class. I volunteer to be your dummy body,” Bocca finally said after a long stretched out silence.
“Oh, I bet you would just love that.” I swatted him on the arm playfully. “Me sucking your dick in front of a room full of women eager to learn.” I rolled my eyes.
Someone cleared their throat behind me and I jumped. I turn around and my nose brushed up against a hard chest. I craned my neck to see who it was, even though I knew by the unique smell it was Nate. I wondered how long he had been standing there.
“Yep. I’m gone,” Bocca said. I heard the rushed scraping of stools sliding on the floor. Great, they all left me to deal with him on my own.
“And why would you be doingthatto Bocca?” His face was hard and I could tell he wasn’t amused.
“We were… ugh. It was a joke.” I threw my hands up in frustration.
“Joke?” His tone let me know he didn’t find anything funny about it.
“Yeah, I was telling them how a woman should give a man a blowjob. How it shouldn’t be like some chore they have to do. You know, if you do it right both people can get enjoyment out of it. I mean…” My words came out rushed. “They were joking around and said I should teach a class… there. Happy now?”
“And how should it go?” He asked. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he looked down at me.
“I’m not going to explain it all again. You missed out, sorry.” I was not sorry. He bent down, his mouth was right next to my ear. My heart raced and my palms started to sweat. A fire burned through me and my panties were soaked.
“I don’t want you to tell me,” he growled in my ear. “My office, now.” He turned and took long strides back through the hallway. I looked around and noticed that no one was looking. Whether it was on purpose or not, I wasn’t sure. I made causal steps in the direction after Nate, biting my lip to hold back a smile the whole time.
I opened the door and he was leaned against the front of the desk, arms crossed and legs wide. I slipped in and made a show of locking the door behind me. This time I was going to get to taste him. I wouldn’t let him stop me. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him as I opened his pants. I shifted the sides back and forth a little until his pants were halfway down his butt. I needed them out of the way like five minutes ago. His cock sprung free and I wrapped my hand around it. I gave it a few pumps before I showed him everything I had talked about. I sucked him like it was the best thing I had ever done before. Because, if I was honest, it was. I loved being with him. Touching him. Watching that heated look cloud over his eyes when he looked at me. Knowing it was all me. I loved it all.
By the time he was ready to blow, I was a wet, moaning mess. He filled my mouth and I swallowed. It was salty, musky, and almost sweet. And I drank every last drop.
I let him slide out of my mouth with a slowness that let him know I wasn’t ready to let him go. He fell to his knees in front of me. I couldn’t help but smile. He gripped the back of my hair and pushed his lips to mine in for a deep, heated kiss. After a while, he pulled away from me and rested his forehead on mine. We were both panting and the air was thick around us.
“Fuck, Rea.” His eyes closed for a brief moment. “My house after you close.” He stood up and held out a hand for me. After I got to my feet, he tucked himself back in and righted his clothes. He pulled me in for one last, quick kiss then walked out.
