Page 104 of Being Lost

He’s far too big for me to take much of him in, but I take what I can before I feel like I’m going to gag. As I work my lips, tongue and hands simultaneously, his cock twitches and thickens.

If he comes, do I swallow?I’m not sure I’m ready for that.

Suddenly I feel his hands resting gently on the back of my head, guiding me as I bob up and down on his cock.

“Babe. You have no fuckin’ idea what you’re doing to me.” His voice is thick, his words sounding forced out. “Babe, that’s fuckin’ amazing. Fuck, babe.”

I redouble my efforts wanting to make him feel as good as he had when he went down on me. His hips are thrusting gently as he uses my mouth. That he’s enjoying what I’m doing makes me feel powerful.

“Babe, I’m getting close. Gonna come one way or another.” His voice has gone husky and breathless.

I’m still undecided, but knowing he’s loving the feeling of my lips around his dick, don’t want to stop or pull back. Leaving one hand on his cock which feels like velvet-covered steel, I move the other to fondle his balls, a movement that makes him breathe in deeply.

“Babe,” he warns.

Then he swells and warmth floods my mouth. I swallow rapidly, it’s sour, odd. Not exactly unpleasant, but not quite nice either.

“Oh fuck me,” he breathes out. “Babe.”

I open my eyes, not having realised I’d closed them. His eyes, half-hooded, are on mine. “Fuck.” He takes in air, his lungs rising as if he’s recovering now. He leans forward, his hands cupping my cheeks, his thumbs stroking my skin. “You look absolutely beautiful, Patsy.”

I feel I look a mess. My eyes are watering, my cheeks are red and my lips must be swollen.

“Thank you,” he says at length. Then, putting his strong arms around me, pulls me up to again sit beside him on the couch.

“I didn’t know what I was doing.”

He chuckles softly. “If I were a bad man, I’d tell you you haven’t got it quite right. That you need more practice. Alotmore.” He stares at me and winks. “But I’m not a bad man, so I’ll just tell you this. It was fuckin’ perfect, babe.”

“I’m sure you’ve had better.” I have to remember he’s been with experienced whores.

“No,” he refutes. “I know what you’re thinking, Patsy, and you’re wrong. It’s not technique, it’s not being able to deep throat a man, or whether you swallow or not. It’s the connection between two people who want to pleasure each other that makes it so good.”

I eye him and give him an impudent grin. “Seems like the pleasure was a bit one-sided to me.”

“Hmm,” he chuckles softly. “You’re right, I’ve been remiss.”

He can move fast for a man of his age and size. Before I can take a second breath, I’m on my back and my pants have been torn away, along with my underwear. Then he’s returning the favour and it’s not long before he makes my hands scrabble for purchase against the cushions and I scream.

It’s later, when we’ve both cleaned ourselves up and recovered, that he takes hold of my hand and squeezes it.

“I’ll be late to bed tonight. Just telling you so you don’t worry.”

“Is it anything to do with Alder?” Air whistles as I draw it in through my teeth. “Lost…”

His free hand cups my face. “Babe, there’s going to be times that I’ll pull the club-business card, being able to say nothing more than when I expect to be back.”

I’m starting to realise why the women in Pueblo hated those two words so much. While I know from my daughter that’s it’s for my safety as much as his, that what I don’t know can’t incriminate me, him or the club, I hadn’t realised I’m going to have to learn how to curb my tongue and not insist on him telling me exactly where he’s going and why.

I take a deep breath and physically push all the questions bar one back down. “Are you going to get hurt, Lost?”

“Not if I can help it, babe.”

“Lost…”

“Hush.” He pulls me to him again. This time our kiss isn’t ravaging, but sweet, full of emotion.

“Come back to me, Lost.”

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