Page 17 of Caging Cessie
“Ask properly, Cessie.” He turned the page one-handed.
“May I suck your cock?”
His hand fisted in her hair, guiding her mouth to his dick.
Cessie slipped under the covers, moving with him as he scooted down until he was reclined rather than sitting up. His cock was partially erect when she ducked under the covers, placing kisses in a line down his stomach until she reached her goal.
Cool sheets slid against her bare skin, her nipples dragging against his thighs as she got into position. She could hear Leon’sbreath hitch, the slight shift of his body as he settled back against the pillows, waiting.
Beneath the covers, the world felt smaller, quieter—just the two of them and the slow build of anticipation. Cessie glided her hands over his hips, tracing the planes of him with careful, unhurried movements, her mouth hovering above but not yet touching his cock.
She took her time, wanting to savor this, to ground herself in him. And the anticipation worked for him too, because though she hadn’t moved, his cock now bumped against her face, more than halfway to a full erection.
In the close darkness she couldn’t see, but rooted around with her mouth until she caught the head of his cock with her lips. She kissed the crown, then licked the slit, getting a taste of salt.
The comforter shifted with her movements, a soft rustle that only made the space feel more intimate, more secret.
Cessie worked slowly, methodically, feeling Leon tense beneath her. She took the head in her mouth first, sucking and swirling with her tongue. The warmth of him, the low rumble of his breath, the way his body responded to her—it was heady, powerful in a way that made her heart race and her pussy clench in desperate need to have his cock inside her there rather than in her mouth.
She adjusted her position, one arm braced between his thighs, hand gripping the base of his cock to angle it to her mouth.
She took him deeper, letting the smooth crown slide along the roof of her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. Pointing her tongue, she traced the vein along the underside of his cock. His hips jerked, and the hand still in her hair held her still so when he thrust up, his cock slipped deeper into hermouth. He hit the back of her throat and she gagged, though quickly swallowed.
She tried to pull back, but his hand held her firm. He wanted her to push past the gagging. Taking a breath through her nose, she took him deeper still, swallowing over and over to stop herself from gagging. When her lips met her hand, his grip on her hair relaxed and he stroked the curve of her ear with his thumb. She held it as long as she could, then pulled back just enough to gulp in air.
She found her rhythm, though she was painfully aware she used to be better at this. Some of her lack of skill could be blamed on the angle, but most was lack of practice. It wasn’t that she hadn’t sucked his cock recently, but a few licks and sucks as part of foreplay or an occasional Sunday morning blowjob were entirely different than getting her mouth regularly fucked.
Her stamina was shit—her jaw muscles were already starting to ache, given how thick he was.
Still, she worked him methodically, focusing on the head when she needed to catch her breath or rest her jaw a little, though she never took her mouth off him. After a few moments she was able to move her hand and take him all the way into her mouth and throat, until her nose touched his pelvis.
His cock was rock hard, his hips thrusting up every time she took him all the way.
Cool air and bright light flashed over her as he flipped the blanket back. She looked up at him through the veil of her lashes, his cock in her mouth.
Leon’s expression was raw, all affection and hunger tangled together. His hand drifted to her cheek, thumb brushing lightly along her jaw in a touch so tender it made her chest ache.
Cessie redoubled her efforts, keeping her pace steady, purposeful. She felt him tense, heard the low warning murmur of her name. She loved being both powerful and powerless.Powerful because she could make this big, beautiful man lose control. Powerless because she knew if she tried to tease him or edge him right now, he’d grip her head, hold her still, and fuck her face until he came in her mouth.
His hand suddenly knotted in her hair, holding her still as he thrust up into her mouth in hard, quick strokes. She braced herself and focused on taking him—keeping her throat open, her mouth and jaw soft.
He came with a groan, the thick heat of his cum hitting the back of her tongue. She gagged once, a small, involuntary sound, but she managed to swallow, blinking quickly as her eyes watered.
If this had been a Sunday morning blowjob back in their apartment, she would have rolled away by now. Instead, she snuggled up against him, half lying on one of his legs, cheek against his hip, his softening cock still in her mouth. She licked and sucked softly, remembering the weekend they’d had at Las Palmas where she’d been his “cock warmer” the goal of the weekend to have his cock in her in some way as often as possible. She’d spent a lot of time with his cock in her mouth.
They lay like that for a while, the morning sun casting gold light all around them.
“Come here, baby.”
Cessie went willingly, crawling up beside him and pillowing her head on his shoulder, her breasts pressed to his ribs, her hand resting over his heart. He pressed a kiss to her temple, his hand smoothing down her back in long, slow strokes.
"You’re incredible," he murmured against her hair.
Cessie smiled, a quiet, private thing she didn’t bother trying to hide. She pressed her face into his chest and let herself rest there, feeling safe for the first time in a long time.
There was a niggling doubt in the back of her mind, a surety that as amazing as this trip already was, it would change nothing once they got home.
She shifted, as if repositioning herself would let that nasty thought slide away.
