Page 50 of Totally Played
“Oh god yeah,” he breathes, the warmth of his breath sending a shudder through me to my rock-hard cock, and I guide him back against the couch. His lips are swollen and a deeper shade of pink, perfectly open and breathing heavily.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
He nods, glancing down to his hard, perfect cock, glistening with precome. I kneel between his legs.
I pull his jeans down under his ass, to release him fully, and then give him a slow stroke. His eyes flutter closed for a moment before his head lolls back.
“We can stop at any time,” I say, and he opens his eyes and smirks, that small heart-shaped freckle shimmering in the soft light of the living room.
“I know. I don’t want you to stop. I want to know what it feels like to have your mouth around me. In my fantasy, it was good, but I’m guessing the real thing is way better.”
“Let’s find out,” I reply, and then I wrap my lips around him, sucking him deep into my throat and then coming off with a pop.
“Worse, same or better?” I ask, stroking him again.
“Way better, can I have more, please?”
“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you everything you dreamed of.”
He reaches forward, slipping his fingers through my hair, a devilish grin on his lips, and then I take him into my throat again, then pull back and swirl my tongue over his crown.
“I can’t believe how good this is,” he sighs, eyes fluttering closed again for a moment before he forces them open to watch me work him.
“Can I try that?” he asks, and I release him, swiping my tongue up his length and over his slit. “You want to try…this?” I ask.
He nods. “Fuck, yeah, I want to try that.”
I stand between his thighs and unclip my belt, noticing his hands are shaking a little, but his eager stare watching my fingers work open my fly spurs me on. He’ll tell me if he wants to stop. He might be new to this, but he wants it. He wants me. That thought sends a surge of electricity through me, and mycock pulses in anticipation, begging me to hurry up and release him so that Calvin can wrap those perfectly plump lips around it.
“That corset is so hot,” he says, as he reaches his hands up to my chest, then slowly he drags them down again until his fingers loop into the waist of my pants.
He blinks slowly, chest rising and falling in time and then without a moment more of hesitation, he pulls them down, freeing my hard thick cock. It springs in front of him.
“You have to tell me if I suck,” he says, peering up at me with those gorgeous blue-gray eyes, and that perfect heart-shaped freckle that I love.
“That’s kind of the point.” I laugh, and he shakes his head as he nervously reaches up and grips my base.
“You know what I mean. I’ve never done this. I might not be good at it, you have to…teach me.”
“Oh hell,” I say, a shudder rolling through me. “Saying shit like that is going to make this an embarrassingly short experience.”
“Oh, you have a thing for role-plays, do you?” he asks, suddenly full of confidence, stroking me a couple of times as he waits for my reply.
“I had a crush on a professor in college and spent many nights fantasizing about him keeping me after class. But he’s got nothing on you.”
He smiles up at me and then turns his attention back to my throbbing cock. His gaze moves up and down with his hand as if he’s memorizing every vein, and then as if he just had to have me before he chickened out, he wraps those perfect lips around my cock and takes me deep into his throat. He gags and pulls away.
“Shit, sorry.” He coughs.
“Maybe save deep throating until you’ve had some practice. Did you want to stop?”
“No way, you taste amazing. I want to keep going, if you want me to.”
Looking down at him, those big puppy dog eyes practically begging to have my cock in his mouth, how could I ever say no?
“Take it slow, and if you want, you can use your tongue to swirl and help suck.”
He nods and takes me into his warm, wet mouth. I grip the sides of my waist tight, the corset preventing me from breaking the skin with my nails as I try to keep from filling his throat after only a few seconds.
