Page 17 of Claimed By the Panda
“I want to. Just... tell me if I do it wrong.”
He grinned sheepishly. “I wouldn’t know. I have even less experience than you. At least you’ve gotten a blowjob before. I mean, presumably.”
“I have, but not like this,” I said, biting my bottom lip.
“Not like what? With a man?”
Not with you.I couldn’t say that part out loud as I stared down at his virgin cock. It wasn’t just the panda who liked the idea of being his first and only. Not that I would have rejected him for being more experienced, but watching him enjoy each thing for the very first time was beautiful.
It lay hard against his stomach, flushed and leaking at the tip. I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling it pulse beneath my palm. The weight of it, the heat, the silky smooth skin over hardness—not as strange as I’d expected, but I supposed I’d had my own cock in my hand often enough.
I leaned forward, tentatively licking the head, tasting the salty bitterness of pre-cum. I licked a wider stripe, liking the way his silky skin felt against my tongue, and the way he moaned as I explored him in such an intimate way.
“Fuck,” Cody breathed, his head falling back.
Encouraged, I slid my lips down his shaft.
“Oh, teeth!” he yelped.
I backed off, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. “Shit, sorry.”
His smile was shy. “I liked the rest, though.”
I licked my lips and wrapped them more securely over my teeth before sliding my lips down his shaft until he bumped the back of my throat.
“Oh yes. Like that,” he whimpered, body quivering in my hands as I slid back, then took him deep again.
The stretch was uncomfortable but not unpleasant, especially when his hand tangled in my hair, not pushing, just holding. I found a rhythm that seemed to work, using my hand to hold him where I needed him, my tongue pressing against the underside where a prominent vein throbbed.
I couldn’t believe how much I liked it—his weight on my tongue, the little gasps and moans I pulled from him, the power of reducing him to incoherent pleasure. His thighs trembled beneath my palms, and his fingers tightened in my hair whenever I did something particularly effective.
“God, are you sure you haven’t done this before?” he panted. “Your mouth is fucking incredible.”
He must have already forgotten the teeth, which made me laugh a little, a difficult feat with his cock in my mouth. That sensation made him buck his hips, driving his cock deeper, until it bumped my throat. I choked slightly, pulling back, but the flash of panic was quickly replaced by determination. I wanted to take all of him, wanted to make him lose control completely.
Cody stared down at me, eyes blown wide with pleasure. “Jian.”
The way he said my name, breathless and reverent, made my own cock throb painfully against the sheets. I reached down to stroke myself, needing some relief, but quickly discovered I preferred both hands on him—one working his shaft in tandem with my mouth, the other caressing his balls, occasionally dipping lower to tease his entrance.
I popped off and reached for the lube, applying some to my middle finger before gently sliding it into his welcoming warmth, watching as he gasped and bucked, fucking himself on the digit. Then I slid my lips back down his shaft, pleased with the way he was quivering in my hands, trapped there between my finger and my mouth.
“I’m going to come if you keep that up,” he warned, tugging at my hair. “Jian, seriously, I’m close.”
I pulled off just long enough to say, “Then come,” before swallowing him down again.
His whole body tensed, back arching off the bed as his release hit. Hot pulses of cum flooded my mouth, bitter and salty but not unpleasant. I swallowed instinctively, continuing to work him through his orgasm until he whimpered from oversensitivity.
When I finally released him, he collapsed back onto the pillows, chest heaving, his inner muscles still milking my finger. “Holy fuck.”
I slipped my finger out of him and crawled up his body. He pulled me down for a kiss, tasting himself on my lips.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, hands stroking down my back. “I can’t believe that was your first time.”
I shrugged, uncomfortable with the praise but secretly pleased. “You make it easy.” I hesitated, then added, “You make me laugh when I shouldn’t. You smile as if you belong here. You arch your back so prettily when I make you come.”
He blinked up at me, surprise and something warmer flickering across his face. “That might be the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“Don’t get used to it.” I kissed him hard, grinding my still-hard cock against his hip.
