Page 62 of Good Vibes Only
Sometimes, giving head was an utter chore, but not with Brett. Because as good as he smelled? He tasted ten times better. And then there were the sounds—unlike other men I’d known, Brett wasn’t afraid to let his pleasure be known. His sexy groans and manly moans told meexactlywhat and how he liked it, which had me dripping wet in no time. And the size of his dick was a fun challenge, too. Trying to bury his last inch in my throat, I gagged on his manhood more than once. Choking on him made my pussy clench with rabid need … butthathad to wait.
I don’t know how long Brett drove around with my head buried in his lap, because I totally lost track of time with his dick in my mouth. Before I knew it, I realized the car wasn’t moving anymore. I glanced up and realized we were parked on the street right outside my apartment—yet I couldn’t pull myself to stop. I felt so naughty sucking him off in his car, where somebody might see us—but the risk of getting caught in public only made the act more exhilarating. Desperate to milk his thick cock before we got caught, my hand joined my mouth, ravenously stroking and sucking in perfect harmony.
It wasn’t long before his big cock began to swell between my cheeks. A trickle of minty sweetness began to coat my tongue. I sped up, because the hint of his pre-cum just made me want therealthing more.
When his muscles began to strain, I sucked him deeper, harder, faster. He was close and Ineededto taste his nectar.
“I’m gonna come,” he whispered, telling me what I already knew.
With a manly roar, Brett’s body began to jolt and quake, and a salty warmth jetted against the roof of my mouth. I moaned as his delicious seed filled my mouth—the warm and slick taste of his come, paired with the subtle taste of rain, made me feel like I was dancing around in the rain, trying to catch raindrops on my tongue.
After I swallowed the last drop, his cock began to soften between my cheeks, no matter how much I caressed it with my lips. The storm had passed, and a creeping heat began to burn at the edges of my ears.
I felt embarrassed. Not that I regretted what I’d just done. No, it was fun and sneaky and sexy, and Ilikedit. I didn’t wantto regret what I’d done, because I would gladly do it again and again … as long as Brett was honest and true with me.
But that was always the problem, wasn’t it? A lot of guys were only after one thing, and after they got it, turned into these horrible and disinterested jerks who, after they blew their load, acted like they couldn’t stand to be around you another minute longer. And they only sweetened up again the next time they got horny and came around looking for more. And so, well, I guess this was always the scary part: the part where I found out if Brettactuallyliked me, or if he was just using me.
I couldn’t bear to look up at him. The only thing that finally calmed my racing heart was when he began to gently pet and stroke my hair.
“Mac?” he asked at last, sounding sleepy but satisfied.
“Yes?”
He gently lifted me up and pulled my face into his, passionately claiming my lips. I’ll admit it; I was startled. Too many guys had acted repulsed by me after I’d had their dick in my mouth. And yet, here was this professional athlete—his lips massaging mine, his tongue slithering against mine—clearly athousandtimes more comfortable and secure in himself than any of the men I’d dated over the past few years.
He leaned back and softly stroked my cheek with his knuckles. “Thank you,” he whispered, his reverent eyes locked on mine. “That was incredible.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, and sheepishly laughed. “You … have a really nice dick. It’s um, very suckable.”
He gave me a smile. “Thanks.” And with that, he hiked up his sleeve and sneaked a peek at his watch.
This is it,I thought.
“I guess you gotta go get ready for your flight, huh,” I said before he could break my heart.
Brett turned to me with wild eyes. “Damn, girl. That’s it, huh? You trying to get rid of me already?” he teased, but beneath his jocular tone, I could tell he was half-serious. “Suck my dick once and you’re done with me?” He clutched his chest. “Not gonna lie. That hurts. And here I was, thinking we might have something …”
I loved how he could just come out andsay itwithout us having to do the awkward dance around the topic. Communication wassomuch easier when things were put out in the open.
“Brett!” A burst of relieved laughter escaped me. “You don’treallythink we might have something, do you? Or are you just being funny?”
“I dunno,” he murmured, a bashful grin sneaking across his cheeks. “What if I did think it? Would you like that or no?”
“Hmm. I’d say …” I tapped my chin, pretending I needed to think it over. “I like it. I like it a lot.”
“Good. Because I like you a lot.” He clasped my hand in his. “When you’re not trying to get rid of me right after sucking my dick, that is.”
“Hey! I only said that because I thought youwanted to go. You had that look in your eye, you know.”
“No way,” he said. “I didn’t wanna go. I was waiting for you to invite me in and give me the tour.”
“Aw, Brett,” I whispered. I loved how he could make me smile.
“Well?” he prodded, expecting something. “Are you gonna invite me in or what?”
I cleared my throat. “Brett, would you like to come in and see my place?”
“Sure, I’d lovethat,” he said with a wink.
