I pull his jeans—and boxer briefs—down his legs before tossing them to the floor.
His cock springs to life, more mouth-watering than the last time I cast my eyes on his magnificent length.
I move my gaze up to his and wait for his next command.
“You’ve done this before?”
My stomach twists. “Not very well.”
“It’s not going to take much for you to get the hang of it.”
“Okay.”
“First thing first, use your tongue to explore my length. When you’re ready, wrap your beautiful lips around my cock and let nature take over. I’m in no rush.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“When I think you’re ready, I’ll fuck your mouth, but until then, you control the pace.”
“I hope I don’t suck at this.”
“Sucking is a good thing… as long as you’re sucking my cock, that is.”
I’m sure he’s lightening the mood by making a joke, but I don’t crack a smile. I was full of sass a minute ago, but in reality, I’m clueless. I’d never given Chance a real blowjob. I grab Beckett’s hands in mine and place them on either side of my head.
“Show me how you like it,” I tell him.
Beckett blinks in surprise.
“That way I won’t screw up,” I say.
He’s stunned.
“We just talked about this, baby. You suck. I come. I can assure you, just having your mouth on me is enough.”
“I want to be amazing at it… for you.”
“Let go of my hands, Arianne.”
Dread washes over me and I firm my grip over his hands.
“I said, let go.”
I shake my head.
“You asked me to show you how I like it,” he says.
I lower my hands.
Beckett grips the thick base of his cock with one hand and grabs my hand with the other.
“Let’s do this together,” he says
“Okay.”
I’m a ball of nerves.
“Stick your tongue out and explore me, baby,” he says.