Page 54 of Playing Dirty
His lips stay wrapped around me, taking only a couple inches of my length into his mouth while he jacks the base with measured strokes. And while it’s tentative and still relatively slow, it still feels absolutely amazing. Just the right amount of suction, the perfect tightness around my shaft.
And with how keyed up I am, I know I won’t need much to fall apart from his mouth around me.
“Keep going if you can,” I say, the words coming out in barely a whisper.
He listens, diving in to take a little more while my fingers scrape against his scalp, and I release a low moan.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” I utter, the praise and pet name comingout before I can reel them back in.
He doesn’t seem put off by either, though. In fact, they seem to spur him on to take even more of my length until he finds a sweet spot that’s comfortable for him.
And once he does? All the tentativeness and uncertainty vanish like a ghost.
His head bobs up and down over my length, taking a good mouthful while his hand pumps me around the base, only to switch it up and suck on the tip or swirl his tongue around it before taking me deeper again.
I’ll give credit where credit is due. For what he lacks in experience and finesse, he damn sure makes up for with enthusiasm. He’s unabashed about it, letting spit drip down my shaft to join his hand, using it to stroke me, and making contented little moans around my cock. That is, until he gets a little too overzealous, taking more than he can handle, and winds up choking.
He pulls off completely before he coughs a couple times, his eyes watering when he looks up at me.
My free hand reaches up, wiping away the few tears that fall.
“Deep throating can wait for another time. What you’re doing feels fucking perfect, I promise.”
“Yeah, okay. Good plan.”
He nods a couple times before taking a breath and diving back in. But it’s no more than a minute later that I’ve reached my breaking point, and I can’t stop my hips from making shallow little thrusts into his mouth.
One hand leaves his hair to cover the one he has wrapped around my base, helping him stroke me a little faster. It causes his gaze to lift, and God, I almost come undone on the spot when those green eyes lock with mine while my cock disappears between his lips.
“I’m close,” I warn in a harsh pant. “So you better stop if you don’twant a mouthful of cum.”
There’s a flash of heat in his eyes, but he releases me, allowing me to take over completely.
The sight of my cock glistening with his spit unravels something inside me, alters my brain chemistry and rewires it on the spot. And paired with his heaving chest, those swollen, red lips, and fiery eyes sitting inches away, I’m lost to the abyss.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I hiss.
My teeth sink into my lower lip as my climax finds me, cum spilling from my cock. It lands on his chest in thick, white ropes, contrasting against his tanned skin. It wasn’t my intention to mark him, but as I work myself through the orgasm, I can’t stop myself from painting him with my release until I’m completely spent.
I slump back on my heels and catch my breath, the two of us eye to eye now. I hadn’t noticed before, but a few drops of cum accidentally landed on his chin, and I instinctively reach out to wipe it away.
“Shit, that’s my bad,” I murmur before my gaze drops to his chest, where more of my cum clings to him. “That too.”
“It’s all good,” he says, and I can hear his smile before I lift my gaze to see it.
“Yeah?”
He shrugs. “I mean, I wasn’t expecting it, but it was really hot.”
Good to know.
“Well, either way, let me grab something to clean you up.”
I pull my underwear back into place and get up to find something to do the trick, ending up using the shirt I was wearing earlier since it’s near the foot of the bed. Theo’s gaze is a laser on my back as I grab it, and it continues mapping my body long after I’ve dropped beside him on thebed again.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be uncut,” he murmurs.
“Yeah, I gathered that,” I say with a laugh. My gaze locks with his as I wipe the cum from his chest, and I offer, “I guess it’s not the norm, is it?”
