Page 26 of Uncharted Desires
I bite my lip and drop to my knees before him. “As you wish.”
He’s panting, his legs restless, squirming by my sides.
I grab the backs of his knees and pull him forward, sliding his hips to the edge of the leather seat. “That’s better.”
“Fuck,” he murmurs once his cock rests just an inch away from my lips, and I take my time to examine it up close for the very first time.
Pre-cum leaks from his tip, and a droplet rolls down his swollen head. Thick veins stretch along his length, pumping blood and making his cock twitch.
I stick the tip of my tongue out and lean in before pressing it to one of the veins and sliding it up, all the way to his head, before licking down until my tongue lingers at his root.
And then he proceeds to shock the shit out of me once again when he lifts his right leg and rests it on my shoulder, sliding his hips forward as far as the seat allows him.
I run my tongue along his slit, making him shiver, before giving him a gentle, barely-there suck of the side of his head and stop, leaving him hanging. “How was that?”
He whines and shifts around. “Don’t play with me, Sawyer.”
“No? And here I thought that’s what you wanted.”
His hips lift in a silent plea as he tries and fails to reach my mouth.
Damn. “So fucking perfect,” words I didn’t mean to speak somehow make their way out. He graces me with another moan in response.
“Don’t torture me.Please.”
My insides twist in my chest. “Well. Since you asked so nicely.”
I lower my head but stop before my mouth makes contact with his flesh.
I grab his thigh with one hand and lift the other until my index finger brushes along his lower lip.
I don’t know if he consciously gets the message, but he dips his head forward all the same and sucks on my finger, slicking it up, swirling his tongue around.
And now it is me who can’t wait any longer.
I dive down and lap my tongue around his head before taking him inside my mouth and swallowing his length to the back of my throat.
He moans around my finger and sucks on it.
I do the same with my mouth.
He turns his head to the side.
I follow.
And when he starts bobbing his head, swirling his tongue around on every ascend, I mimic the motions on his cock.
I never take directions from anyone, but right now, I find myself mirroring his actions, giving him exactly what he unconsciously begs for.
I grab the root of his cock to angle it forward, making it easier for me to give him proper sucks and slide my finger out of his mouth.
He whines when I do as if I took away his toy, but when I lower my hand and slide the spit-slick finger down from his balls, to his taint, all the way to his rim, he gasps instead.
Twisting my head to the side, I give his leaking head a few firm sucks while slowly, carefully circling his entrance.
I don’t plan on sliding in. I’m sure he doesn’t even want me to. But it doesn’t stop me from teasing him, bracing myself for giving him an orgasm he’s gonna remember for the rest of his life.
That is until he all but squeezes my neck with his leg and pants out, “More. Give me more.”
