Page 88 of Last Light

“What you doin’?” he asks thickly, looking down at me.

I reach out to pull him closer and then take the hard length of him in my hands. “I wanted to try something.”

“Try somethin’?”

“Yes. Try something.”

His penis twitches in my hands. “You... you mean...”

“Yes. That’s what I mean. But I’ve never done it before, so I’m not going to be any good at it.”

“You’re not gonna hear me complain.”

“I’m serious. I really don’t know what I’m going. So if I do a bad job—”

“You’re not gonna do a bad job, Layne.”

“How do you know? All I’m saying is it’s fine if you tell me if I’m not doing it right. It won’t hurt my feelings. I’m sure I’ll do better with some practice. I don’t know any techniques or anything.”

He makes a weird growly sound. “You don’t need practice, Layne. I’ll like anythin’ you do to me. If a man has a woman willin’ to put her mouth on him and he whines about her techniques, then he don’t deserve her at all.” He reaches down to hold my head with both his hands. “You do anythin’ you want. Anythin’ that feels right to you.”

“But what if I hurt you or something?” I’m touched by his words but also a little nervous. I genuinely have no idea how to do this.

He smiles. Almost tender. “I’ll let you know if you hurt me, but I don’t think it’ll happen.”

I give a firm nod. “Okay. Here goes.”

I stroke him with my fingers for a minute, thrilled when the muscles of his thighs and belly tighten. Then I lean over and flick the tip of his erection with my tongue.

He makes a choked sound, and his hands tighten on my head.

I figure that’s encouraging.

I take the tip in my mouth and suck it like a lollipop.

His hips give a little jerk as he gasps.

I let him slip from my mouth and look up.

“Fuck, Layne.” He’s wet and flushed and gorgeous. “Your technique is top-notch.”

I laugh at that and get back to business.

I lick and caress him for a while until I get brave enough to take him more fully in my mouth. I’m not about to deep-throat him. My gag reflex would trigger for sure. But I take as much of him in my mouth as possible and suck, using my hand to squeeze the base of his erection.

I experiment until I get a rhythm that feels natural, and I raise my eyes to check his face.

He’s staring down at me like I’m food to a starving man. His hips have started rocking very slightly to my rhythm, and his hands are holding my head firmly. He grunts each time I suck.

It feels like this is working—for him and for me—so I continue, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck and gradually accelerating my rhythm.

It’s a weird feeling. Intense. Intimate. Sexy in a very vulnerable way.

But I’m loving how he’s responding to me. I love that needy look in his eyes and the way he can’t keep his hips still.

I hold on to his clenching ass with my free hand and keep going.

It doesn’t really take very long until I feel Travis falling out of rhythm. His grunts are getting louder, and his fingers dig into my skull.

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