Page 58 of Bliss: Part 1
He gathered up my hair and pulled it into a ponytail, holding it with one hand while the other rested at the side of my neck. He kept murmuring things under his breath, little praises, soft moans, the occasional curse when I managed to take him deeper. It made me want to keep going. Made me want to impress him even more.
After a little while, he gripped my hair tighter and stopped my movement. “Keep your mouth open. Tongue out.”
I looked up at him, just briefly, and then did exactly what he said.
He started to thrust slowly at first, easing himself in, but it didn’t take long for him to pick up the pace. His hips moved with more intention, pushing his cock deeper each time. I gagged a little, not fully able to handle it, but I didn’t pull away. I just did my best to breathe through it and stay relaxed.
I probably should’ve told him I wasn’t that great at deep-throating yet. I was still figuring it out. Still getting used to how to breathe, how to angle my head, how not to gag too quickly. But honestly, it felt like the perfect time to learn.
“Fuuuck, baby,” he muttered, holding himself deep in my mouth for a few seconds while I tried to keep still. My eyes were starting to water, but I didn’t stop. I was already getting better. Every second felt like progress.
“Like a damn pro,” he said, brushing his thumb across my cheek. “Think you can take even more?”
I couldn’t exactly answer, but I didn’t back off either. He took that as a yes.
He pulled out slightly to give me a second to catch my breath, then looked down at me again. “Focus. I’ll go as deep as you’ll let me. Just stay still.”
I gave a small nod and opened my mouth again, tongue out, ready for more.
“Beautiful girl,” he whispered, like the sight of me like this actually moved him. His voice had a different edge to it now. It was softer, more admiring.
He pushed forward again slowly, letting me feel every inch of him sliding across my tongue. When the tip hit the back of my throat, I gagged again but didn’t flinch. My body was learning how to take it. I relaxed my jaw and breathed through my nose, focusing on the way he was watching me.
His cock was throbbing against my tongue, the pulses growing quicker. He was close. I could feel it. Taste it. That edge in his breathing, the way his thighs tensed, how his hand gripped a little tighter in my hair. It all gave him away.
I braced myself with anticipation. Iwantedit. I wanted to taste him the way I had with the others. There was something intoxicating about it. How each of them tasted a little different. Slightly sweet, a little salty, always warm. It was stupid how much I liked it. Or maybe not stupid, just…intense.
I started to wonder if all girls felt like this. If all of them were this obsessed with the guys they were with.
Rhys pulled back a little, just long enough for me to catch a breath, then he began to move again. He kept a rhythm that was less rough but still deep. My jaw ached, and my eyes were still watery, but none of that mattered. I kept going, eager to taste him.
“I’m gonna come in this pretty mouth. Swallow all my cum, baby,” he breathed out. “Just like you did with the others.”
I didn’t respond, just stayed where I was. A second later, I felt the first spurt hit my tongue, and I swallowed quickly, not wasting any of it. I took it all, just like he asked.
When he was done, he slowly pulled out, breathing hard, then leaned down without hesitation and kissed me on the mouth, like he didn’t care at all that his cum was still on my tongue.
After pulling back, he helped me up to my feet and watched me closely, making sure I was okay. When he was sure that I was, he whispered, “You’re fucking beautiful. I’m gonna need that again soon. You’re addictive.”
I smiled, proud and slightly breathless. “Good,” I said, brushing a hand over his stomach. “I’d do it again.”
I kissed him one more time. “We should get back downstairs before someone actually comes looking.”
He nodded, smiling gently. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
I knew he needed a second to get himself together. So I slipped out of the bathroom and made my way back to the living room.
My lips were still tingling, my heart racing just a little. Once I was back on the couch, tucked under Dash’s arm, the movie faded into the background. I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting, and I thought about how many more times something like that might happen in the next couple of weeks.
How often we’d sneak around. How far things might go.
Dash leaned in, and I turned my head slightly to look at him.
“Was he good?” he asked quietly, only for me to hear.
He wasn’t asking if the blowjob or Rhys’s cock was good. He wanted to know ifRhyswas good. If he had been respectful toward me while we were upstairs.
I smiled at him and nodded, then whispered, “Yes, he was good to me.”
