Page 41 of The C*ck Down the Block

Like... I knew how to give myself an orgasm. But Chris was a god-damned master.

And I wanted to tell him that. I wanted to tell him that he was the first man to ever do that for me. And I would, just as soon as I could breathe again.

Except he dropped down and buried his face between my thighs, and I forgot about anything but his mouth licking his way around and around my clit. And the sounds he was making? If they were any indication, I wasn’t the only one getting mind-blowing pleasure from this.

And the manufacturers of the toys that said they emulate tongue action are lying liars from liarsville, because nothing came even close to Chris’s tongue. That rose toy with the flickity-flicking petals? Going in the trash. The real thing was god-damned magical.

I didn’t know if he wanted me to keep my hands where he’d left them above my head, but there was no way I was keeping them to myself. I pushed my fingers into his hair and held on tight. He popped his head up and licked his lips as if he’d been having the best snack of his life. “You’re fucking delicious, and I’m going to be spending a lot of time with my face between your legs.”

“Like I’m going to,” I gasped, getting cut off mid-sentence because he slid a finger inside of me and gave it a little swirl, “say ‘no thank you’ to that.” I’m not even sure how I got those words out of my mouth.

“Mmm. I’d rather hear a ‘yes, please’ from you.” He dipped his head back down and sucked on my clit as he pushed a second finger inside and wiggled his fingers against my inner walls, finding my g-spot, and maybe my h, i, and j-spots too.

Yes, please I could do. “Yes, yes, god yes, please.”

My pleas turned into full on whimpers, and then I basically lost the ability to make sound at all. This time, it built up slower, but so much deeper. I could literally feel my pussy fluttering around his fingers and my clit pulsing, pulsing, the pressure growing as he pushed me into yet another earth-shattering orgasm.

Once I could breathe again, I just floated in a spacey afterglow. Somewhere in a galaxy far, far away, Chris came up over my body and hovered there. I didn’t have the strength or the will to open my eyes yet.

“You’re gorgeous when you come, sweetheart, but I like this blissed-out look you’ve got just as well.” He brushed his lips across mine and lingered, giving me a taste of myself that had my senses waking back up.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and took my time exploring his mouth and what I tasted like to him. He moaned and in a second flat, he was up, with me in his arms, and moving us toward the bed. My eyes fluttered open, but all I could do was smile like a fool.

In just a few hours and a couple of orgasms, I was a fool for Chris Kingman.

That was more than the oxytocin talking. I knew it was easy to get really intense feelings from a sexual encounter. I was raised understanding how my body and mind worked, especially when it came to sex. But I’d never actually experienced any of it for myself.

I wasn’t about to kid myself and say that I was totally in love with Chris, but the feelings I had for him right now? These weren’t feelings of friendship.

I was falling for my best friend.

GOYKATTDLAGG

CHRIS

Seeing Trixie come apart for me was the best fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life. Every inch of her was so fucking gorgeous, and even though she was clearly nervous, she still had this delicious underlying confidence that I couldn’t get enough of.

The way she leaned into my touch and came like she’d been turned on for ten years and just needed my touch to push her over the edge, had me close to coming in my jeans like a teenage boy seeing his first tits in real life.

And now I had her under me, and I while I wanted to take my time and savor every moment, I knew once I was inside of her the first time, I wasn’t going to last. That meant I needed to make sure she was close to coming again before I got my cock inside of her.

She already had this soft, hazy look on her face, and I couldn’t help but give her another long, languid kiss as I pushed her thighs open with my knee. God, I would never get tired of kissing her. Those little whimpers she let out and the way she tasted, matching my every attempt to control her mouth with her own need for me.

We’d been in such a hurry to play with her insanely extensive toy collection, that we weren’t even fully undressed. I hadn’t even gotten to see her big, full tits yet. I planned to spend a long time worshipping them. I’d had one too many fantasies about fucking them. I shoved the hem up and was this close to just ripping it open. “Take your shirt off, sweetheart. I’m dying to see how sensitive your nipples are.”

She got the shirt over her head and her bra followed. It was simple and plain, and thank fuck, wasn’t covered in roosters. I snagged it while it was still over her arms to pin her to the bed. I got that same flush as before, and later I was going through the rest of that hamper to see if she had handcuffs or some other kind of restraints, because she definitely liked losing a little of her control to me.

For a minute, I got completely lost staring at the tight little nipples and the soft mounds of her breasts, just waiting to be teased and tasted, and...

“Hello? Christopher? They’re just boobs.” She gave a small laugh, which made said boobs jiggle, and I forgot everything else I’d been thinking.

“These are not just boobs, babe. These are the tits I’ve imagined fucking, and I think my brain is glitching seeing them in real life for the first time.”

She swayed side to side just to tease me and laughed again when the movement made me moan.

“If I didn’t want to be inside of you so badly right now, I’d suck on your nipples and fuck these tits.”

“Hard to do any of that with your jeans on.” She jerked her chin toward my legs. “Not fair that I’m naked and you aren’t.”

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