Page 40 of The C*ck Down the Block

“I know a good wingman when I see one. Good squidman? Either way, I can’t wait to see your eyes roll back in your head when I make you come the first time.”

“First time? How many times do you think—oh god, oh, oh god.” He pressed that tentacle monster right to my clit, and even with my underpants as a barrier, my eyes were already rolling back in my head.

“Yeah, the first time.” He stroked the vibrator up and down, teasing me with it. “And it’s going to be through your panties, since they’re cock blocking me.”

At this point, I was so turned on that I had no doubt he could make me come with my panties on. But that’s not what either of us really wanted.

I bit down on my lip, trying to control myself before finally taking the initiative and tugging at the waistband of my panties with one hand while Chris still had his other hand pressed against me with the toy.

I shifted around on the floor beneath him, and I slowly began slipping one side of the underpants down my belly and hips, then the other side. I was not a thong kind of girl, but you’d have thought I was wearing fancy lingerie with the way he watched eagerly as I slowly started to pull them off.

When I couldn’t move them down any further due to the vibrator pulsing against the fabric, he set the toy aside and leaned down, pressing a kiss to my belly button, then the lower part of my rounded stomach, before he grabbed the panties with both hands and pulled them all the way down my legs.

I was revealing a part of me no man but him had seen in a long time. Not since college, when my new boyfriend Tate had tried to get in my panties and failed epically.

Chris’s eyes met mine and he winked as he grabbed hold of another toy from the pile. This one was a little less kitschy, and more, umm, useful. The hot pink, rabbit-style vibrator was from Italy, and the base was decorated with Swarovski crystals. But despite its fancy appearance, when he turned it on, the buzzing promised to be more powerful than the last one.

“Do you use these when you masturbate, Trix?” His voice had gone dark and husky and that sent more tingles through me than the damn toy.

I shook my head. “No. I have a normal vibrator that doesn’t have all these bells and whistles.”

He traced over each of my thighs with the pulsing bunny head and then lifted both my hands over my head while keeping full eye contact. Way, way too slowly, he moved the toy closer to my pussy, still not yet touching me where I needed him. “Later, you’re going to show me exactly how you use that one.”

“And what are you going to be doing when I’m playing with my toy?” I’d found a little bit more confidence, mostly spurred on by the way he was so visibly needy for me, but still hadn’t even taken off his own pants. This wasn’t just about him wanting to get off.

Never in all my adult life had anyone asked if they could pleasure me with what felt like pure love and affection instead of intensely trying to just get off—or worse yet because they wanted to see what a porn star’s daughter was like in bed.

“I’m going to be fisting my cock just like I do when I imagine you touching yourself. But this time I want to watch when you come, Trixie. I’ve fantasized about what you looked like when you’re coming so many times, and I need to see it for myself.”

He’d imagined me having an orgasm. That sent my imagination into overdrive, because if he’d been imagining me coming, what had he been doing? I knew the answer to that, but I was still surprised. How had I not known?

Because I hadn’t wanted to. Since the day I moved back here after college, Chris has been my friend, my safe space, and hadn’t once made me feel like... the porn star’s daughter who was nothing more than a sex object. And after my last break up, I needed that.

Here he was, making me feel sexy and like I mattered and was wanted. I didn’t think he would even care that I had extraordinarily little experience or about that stupid virgin label. Because this wasn’t about anyone or anything else in the world except for the two of us finding out that maybe we did belong together.

“You’re not going to get to see anything if you don’t touch me soon.” I gave him what I hoped was a dirty smirk. I didn’t want to get all up in my head, but just foreplay with Chris was so incredibly different than any other sexual experience I’d ever had.

And I liked it.

I assumed he’d do something to flirt back, but instead he bent to me and took my mouth in another one of his soul deep kisses. I tugged at my hands, still held in one of his, wanting to wrap my arms around his neck again. He held me tight and licked my bottom lip, then pushed his tongue into my mouth. At the same time, he slid the toy between my legs and found the exact right spot, putting my clit directly between those vibrating bunny ears.

I moaned into the kiss and tipped my hips up, instinct pushing me to get closer. The way he slid his tongue across mine, mimicking the slide of the toy across my clit, was going to have me coming way too soon. We were just getting started. Maybe he was going to get those touted multiple orgasms out of me.

Chris broke the kiss and stared down at me and he pushed me closer and closer. “God, you’re fucking sexier than in my wettest dreams. Now be a good girl and come for me, because I want you dripping when I taste your wet cunt.”

I clenched my fists, wanting to grab at anything, but he wouldn’t let me, and it surprised me that I loved this lack of control I had. I was the one responsible for my own orgasms my whole life. Never once had anyone else even come close to getting me off. But here on the floor, with Chris taking charge, taking control, I was having one of the most erotic moments of my life.

And I was about to come. In under a freaking minute.

“Oh god. I’m...” I shivered and gasped, not even able to finish my sentence.

“That’s it, babe, let me see you come for me.” It wasn’t just his words, or the way he knew exactly what to do with my body, but the needy, husky tone in his voice that pushed me over the edge. He needed my pleasure.

My body clenched hard, and the orgasm rocked through me, quite literally taking my breath away. I bucked against the toy, needing more and feeling like it was too much at the same time. “Chris, yes, god, yes.”

He kissed me again and dropped the toy, using his fingers to stroke through my wet folds, drawing every bit of the orgasm out of me. “That was so much fucking better than I even imagined, babe.”

Yeah. It was.

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