Page 10 of Bro Amazing

"Well, go on then," he says, glancing down.

The wood floor is hard under my knees and the bulge in his pants grows as the moment stretches out. Even if this wasn't his plan, he isn't going to say no.

I've never given a blow job before. The only boyfriend I've had was more of an only-missionary and only-in-the-dark type of person, so everything I know about oral sex has come from reading sex scenes at my critique group. I'm on completely untried terrain.

I reach up, my hands disappearing under the hem of Lionel's shirt as I gently hook my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and pull the elastic away from his stomach without actually touching his skin, then inch the fabric down. It feels awkward to undress someone, especially in a kitchen. But glancing up, I see that Lionel's hands are braced around the edge of the counter and his focus is completely on my movements.

I'm expecting a second layer—boxers, briefs—but he is completely naked beneath his sweatpants, and his stiff cock springs forth, startling me. I can't help but glance up at him, waiting for him to laugh, but he's completely serious as he bites his lip and watches my reaction.

He's so big that I'm not sure how he'll fit in my mouth, let alone anywhere else. I could still back out, tell him I'm not interested and return to my cereal. But then I would have to move out. The agreement was that I have to do all the girlfriend things, and Lionel apparently expects his girlfriend to suck hiscock in the kitchen.None of this is real, I remind myself. It's just a fantasy for them, and a research project for me.

If I were a character in a spicy romance novel, I would suck this cock so good.

Gingerly, I run my fingertips over his hard length, testing his girth and weight. It feels both velvety soft and completely solid.

"Lick it," says Lionel, his voice gruff.

I've never tasted a cock before and suddenly I'm swallowing hard, more nervous than I should be.People do this all the time. I can do it.Remembering how the characters in my critique partners' books do it, I slowly lean forward to run the tip of my tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock, from sack to head. I treat it like I would an ice cream cone on a hot day, licking up all the little drips as it slowly melts before swirling my tongue around the tip to make the ice cream spiral up into a perfect point.

It tastes a little salty, not at all like ice cream, but it doesn't taste bad. If it was ice cream, it would be more like a salted caramel than the mint chocolate chip I usually get. I lean in to taste his cock again so I can really judge, rolling the flavor around on my tongue.

When I flick my tongue over the tip, Lionel groans, a deep rumble in his chest that reverberates through my body. I want to make him do that again. To balance my learning to enjoy having his cock in my mouth with his enjoyment of my sucking him off. I repeat the flick to see if he'll groan again.

"Less teasing," he says, and my nipples harden at the command. "I want to see your lips wrapped around my cock."

Okay, maybe cocks are more like popsicles than ice cream cones. I wrap my hand around his hard shaft, my fingers unable to touch, angling him just right for how tall I am on my knees. I'm not sure how I'll fit something this wide in my mouth. I lickmy lips before stretching them around Lionel's cock. My mouth feels stuffed, and I've barely taken any of him in.

He's so big, he's flattening my tongue so I can't swallow, let alone breathe.

"Just relax. You can take it." Lionel strokes my face.

I bet he can feel the pressure of his finger on his cock through my cheek. The idea of him stroking himself through me has my thighs clenching, and I inch a little closer to take in more of his impressive length. Hopefully I'm doing this right, and Lionel is enjoying his blow job. From how hard his cock is, I assume so. What's really surprising is that I'm not hating it.

Slackening my jaw, I'm able to ease another inch into my mouth. It's still difficult to swallow, and I suck hard so I don't embarrass myself with the amount of saliva threatening to drip down his thick shaft.

"Fuck," groans Lionel. "There's nothing teasing about this. You're no OTP."

I have no idea what that means, but it's clearly a good thing. I like to be good at things. The vibrating pleasure between my thighs increases with his words and I redouble my efforts until the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, cutting off my airway completely, and I'm gagging.

Only when I'm desperate for air does he pull back enough for me to gasp a breath before shoving his cock back into my throat. Then out in quick strokes. His hands slide into my hair, holding my head in place, and my palms are glued to Lionel's hips. I want to reach around to grip his ass, to touch more of his bare skin, to hold him close … or maybe I want to reach down between my own legs and see exactly how wet I am. I shouldn't be, but I am. Just like last night, the illicitness of this behavior has me soaked with my own arousal.

"Such a good girl. I'm so close," he groans.

His grip on my hair is tight as he moves my head on and off of his cock, and I'm loving every moment. The feeling of letting go and allowing my body to just exist in this moment. There's a freedom here in not having to do everything myself. My palms are no longer resting on Lionel's hips, but pressing, urging him on.

Footsteps approach, and all my good feelings evaporate in a flood of panic. No one can see me doing this. We need to stop before we're caught.

"Shh, it's okay," says Lionel, still fucking my mouth. I try to protest, but I can't make a sound with his cock down my throat.

"Well, good morning," says a voice.

I'm not sure who it is, because my eyes are squeezed shut in embarrassment at being caught giving one of my new boyfriends a blow job, and even worse, at the fact that I've been enjoying it. What if whoever it is can tell how much I like having a cock in my mouth?

"Fuck!" Lionel slams his hips forward once more, and ropes of cum slide down my throat, his cock pulsing against my lips. "Yes, it is absolutely a good morning."

As soon as Lionel releases my hair and slouches back against the counter, I'm on my feet, swiping my hand over the saliva and cum mingling on my chin and dashing out of the kitchen. I can't look any of my new roommates in the eye now because I don't even know who came in on us. I'm blushing and completely turned on and I hope to everything they didn't notice.

Closing my bedroom door, I lean against it, blocking any of the gamers from following me. My knees and jaw ache, and I wait for the regret or guilt to sink in, but all I feel is embarrassed at getting caught.

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