Page 51 of Totally Played
After a minute, he’s found a rhythm, stroking and sucking, swirling his tongue around my crown when he moves upward, and sucking it hard against my shaft as he goes down. My balls are tight, pulses of pleasure rolling through me with every thrust into his mouth.
“I’m close,” I warn, but he doesn’t pull away; he starts taking me faster. “Oh god, Calvin. That’s so good,” I moan, and his free hand slides up the back of my thigh to grip my ass and pull me to him harder.
“I can’t hold on,” I groan, and a second later, my orgasm hits hard. I come, spilling over the sides of his lips and down his chin. My ass clenching, balls pulsing as he tries to take it all before pulling away, a wide proud smile on his painted lips.
“I’m sure I’ll get better at that part,” he says, swiping his palm over his chin.
“It was perfect.”
I kneel between his thighs. “Can I finish you now?” I ask.
“I won’t last long, not after that.”
“What makes you think that’s a bad thing? The way I see it, the faster you come, the sooner I get to taste you, too.”
He shuffles back a little and I slide my palms up his thighs. When he leans back on my couch, propping one arm behind his head and making the bicep bulge, I have to stop myself fromlaunching forward and running my tongue along the crease of the muscle. I want to taste the sweet saltiness of his skin, but I have another part of him I want to taste first.
He watches me intently as I take him. He’s heavy in my mouth, thick, hard, and perfect. His brow creases when I swallow him deep into my throat, like he’s trying to decipher how I do it. To learn from me. I’m sure he’s had head before, from women in his past. But I’m the first man, and seeing how hard he is, how tightly he grips the lounge, as his thighs tense and release in time with my movements, how locked his hungry stare is on every move I make, has me burning inside. The thought of being his first, teaching him what I like, is hot as hell, but even more so, the thought of discovering what he likes, together, is more of a turn-on than anything I’ve ever felt.
I need more. I let him slip free from my lips.
“Tell me what you like,” I say, and he bites at his lower lip, a smile teasing at the corner of his mouth. “Really, I want to know.”
“I liked how it feels when your throat is tight around my head,” he says, and I immediately take him all the way down, and his fingers clench the couch cushion as my throat tightens around him.
I come off again.
“What else?” I ask, and he scrubs his hand through his hair, cheeks flushed.
“I love feeling your scruff against my skin. It’s…different to anything I’ve ever felt before.”
“Like this?” I ask, pressing a kiss to his thigh, then skimming up toward his balls and brushing my cheek over them before sucking them into my mouth for a moment.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he groans, and I grip his base and stroke him slow as I suck and release his balls, swiping my cheeks over their sensitive skin in between. His cock grows thicker, and hisballs tighten. He’s close, but I don’t just want to make him come. I want to taste him when he does. I wrap my lips around him again, and when his cockhead is deep at the back of my throat, I hum a moan that vibrates around him.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps, gripping the cushion beside him tighter as his heat fills me.
His hips thrust up as I continue to suck and slurp along his length, teasing out every drop until he’s softened and slips free. His chest rises and falls as he catches his breath, a warm glow to his cheeks and a satisfied smile on those perfect lips.
“That was incredible,” he sighs, sitting forward. I grab the back of his neck and kiss him hard. My tongue forces its way past his lips, desperate to taste us together, and fuck, it’s incredible. His hands slide around to my back and fiddle with the strings of the corset. I’m about to pull away to help him, but then the pressure around my chest loosens, and he’s moved to the front to unlink the clasps.
His palms slide along my bare skin, over my shoulders, taking the corset with them, and every fiber of my body is on fire, burning only for him.
He breaks the kiss.
“What else can you teach me?”
My cock is already thickening again, and those words make my whole body vibrate with delight.
“Anything you like.”
“That’s the problem,” he says with a half-smile, glancing down at our naked bodies. “I don’t know what I like.”
“Let’s find out, together,” I say, cupping his face on one side. “How about a shower?”
“Together?”
I pump my brows. “You think I’m going to pass up an opportunity to soap up that sexy-as-fuck body of yours?”
