Page 136 of Better When Shared
"Easy. Don't push yourself too hard. We have all the time in the world."
I looked up at him, my eyes watering, and saw nothing but patience and care in his expression. No frustration, no disappointment, only Brian being Brian, making sure I was okay before anything else. It made my chest tight with emotion.
"Try again," Gemma encouraged, her hand stroking down my cheek. "Slower this time. Let yourself get used to the feeling."
I took a shaky breath and wrapped my lips around him again, this time focusing on the sensations rather than trying to impress anyone. The taste was stronger now, salt and musk. I sucked gently, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, and was rewarded with another low moan.
"Fuck yes. Just like that. Use your tongue."
I experimented with different movements, swirling my tongue around the head, pressing it flat against the sensitive spot below the crown. Each technique earned me a different sound of pleasure, and I found myself getting lost in the feedback loop of his responses. This was better than any drug. The knowledgethat I was making him feel good, that I was the one causing those gorgeous sounds to spill from his lips was driving me wild.
My own arousal was becoming impossible to ignore. My dress pants were uncomfortably tight, my cock straining against the fabric with each pulse of blood. Without thinking, I reached down and fumbled with my belt, desperate for relief.
"That's it," Gemma said, her voice husky. "Touch yourself. Show us how much you like having his cock in your mouth."
I managed to get my pants open, my hand wrapping around my own aching length with a groan that vibrated through Brian's cock. I was already leaking, my palm sliding easily over the slick head as I stroked myself in rhythm with the movements of my mouth.
"God, you're gorgeous," Brian said. “Both of you.”
I could feel Gemma's eyes on me, taking in the sight of me on my knees with Brian's cock in my mouth and my own hand wrapped around my dick. The knowledge that she was watching, that she was turned on by what she was seeing, made everything more intense. I was performing for her as much as I was pleasuring Brian, and the thought sent heat racing through my veins.
"He's doing so well. I love that he’s taking care of you both."
I picked up the pace, taking Brian deeper into my mouth while my hand worked frantically on my own cock. The dual sensations were overwhelming. The stretch of my lips around histhickness, the weight of him on my tongue, the building pressure in my own groin. I was getting close, embarrassingly close, and I hadn't even been touching myself for very long.
"I'm not going to last much longer," Brian warned. "You need to decide. Do you want to swallow, or should I pull out?"
The question sent a thrill through me. Now that the moment was here, I knew what I wanted. I looked up at him, my eyes watering from the effort of taking him so deep, and hollowed my cheeks in what I hoped was a clear answer.
"Fuck," he groaned, his hips jerking. "You sure?"
I nodded as best I could with my mouth full, and felt his hand tighten in my hair. His breathing grew ragged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, and I knew he was right on the edge.
"I'm going to come. Fuck, I'm going to come, Enzo."
Desperate to feel him lose control inside me, I doubled down on my efforts, sucking harder, my tongue working against the underside of his cock while my hand flew over my own length. The taste of him was getting stronger, more intense, and I could feel the way his cock was pulsing against my tongue.
When he let go, the first pulse of cum hitting the back of my throat was a shock. It was thicker than I'd expected, saltier, but not unpleasant. I swallowed reflexively, trying to take everything he gave me, and the knowledge that I was drinking him down, that I was taking his release into my body, sent me over the edge.
My own orgasm crashed through me with surprising intensity, my vision going white as I came all over my hand and my dress pants. I moaned around Brian's cock, the vibrations making him shudder as he finished, and I found myself lapping at him eagerly, not wanting to waste a single drop.
"Fuck.” Brian’s chest heaved as he came down from his high, his hand cupping my cheek as I continued to gently suckle his softening cock for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being joined to him. "That was incredible."
Finally, reluctantly releasing him, I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, feeling incredibly pleased with myself. I'd done it. I'd actually sucked cock, and apparently I was pretty fucking good at it. The taste of Brian still lingered on my tongue, and I found myself licking my lips to savor it.
"Look at you," Gemma said. "So proud of yourself."
I grinned up at her, feeling drunk on endorphins and accomplishment. "I can't believe I waited so long to try that."
Brian leaned down and cupped my face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. When he pulled back, his eyes were warm and grateful.
"Thank you," he said. "That was amazing."
He helped me to my feet, steady hands on my arms as I swayed. My legs felt like jelly, my whole body still buzzing with aftershocks. We both looked towards Gemma, but neither of ushad a chance to offer her anything before she lifted her hands and said, “I’m glad you two had your fun, but I was happy just to watch.”
"All right, then. If Gemma doesn’t want anything, let’s clean up. We're going to dinner." Brian brushed off his hands and looked around, picking up a shirt and examining it.
Gemma raised an eyebrow at him. “I thought you were too tired.”
