Page 19 of Uncharted Desires
It can’t feel too good. I’m sloppy as fuck, my movements choppy and uneven. But I must be doing something right because the next thing I hear is a faint “Fuck,” from Sawyer’s throat.
I glance up.
His eyes are closed now, his forehead scrunched in a grimace of what I can only hope is some type of pleasure.
More. I want to see more. I need to know if I’m doing this right.
He can’t see when I lick my lips. He can’t see when I stick my tongue out. He can’t see when I lean in, impossibly close to his flesh. And when I take a shallow breath and summon all the courage I possess and take another giant leap today, even bigger than the previous one, the tip of my tongue brushes against his slit, and his eyes finally snap open.
A strange taste hits taste buds. Salty. Sour. Sawyer.
I do it again, my eyes connected with his in a silent match of wills. Sawyer shudders and lets out another moan that rings like soft music to my ears.
Lightning brightens the grim sky, followed by a long thunder, and I’m presented with lightning of my own when my body takes over, and I lean in even more, taking the head of his cock in my mouth and wrapping my lips around it.
It’s nothing like I expected it to feel like.
It’s softer. More fragile.
And as much as I wanted to hurt him just mere minutes ago, right now, all I want is to be as gentle with him as I can.
I give him a tiny suck, drawing another moan, before I slide my lips forward, taking my time, until half of his length is inside my mouth. It’s as much as I can comfortably take.
His cock is heavy in my mouth and my jaw hurts from the thickness.
The world gets blurry.
Scraps of questions form in my brain. Why am I on my knees? Why is Sawyer squirming in front of me? Why is his cock in my mouth?
I chase them away and give him another suck before I pull back my head, swirl my tongue around his head and dive right back in, taking as much of him as I can until the head hits the back of my throat.
I choke a little but don’t let go.
I’m dying to know how it feels for him, but to ask the question, I’d have to take him out of my mouth. And I don’t want to do that.
I close my eyes and bob my head back and forth, coughing around his head every time I take him too deeply.
My dick throbs, pressing painfully against my zipper. I ignore it.
Wrapping my hand around the part of his never-ending length that doesn’t fit in my mouth, I stroke him in time with my sucks and hollow my cheeks.
It’s hard to suck on it, per se. I’ve always thought giving a blowjob was just that—sucking. But sucking is hard when your entire mouth is occupied, so I hollow my cheeks to give him extra pleasure. I’ve seen chicks do that. I know how it feels. And I hope it feels as good as I imagine.
Something threads in my hair and my eyes open.
Sawyer’s fingers.
He’s sporting an expression I can’t decipher. Like lust mixed with… fear.
His grip tightens in my hair.
If he were to push my head now, move it, or try to direct it in any way, I’d bite his dick off.
He doesn’t, massaging my skull instead, leaving me in charge.
I keep my eyes fixed on him as I speed up my movements. He holds my gaze, but barely, his eyelids falling halfway down time and time again like he’s fighting to stay present. And if he’s still present, I’m not doing my job right.
I let go of his base and squeeze my hand under the waistband of his underwear until I reach his balls.
