Page 55 of Ours to Lose
Bending slowly, I kissed the very tip of him. It was more of a touch than a kiss, my lips resting on the head of his cock. Then I pulled back to circle him with my hands, exploring the soft skin of his shaft.
He was big in my palm, the way all of him was big next to me. Big and solid and warm, but never in a way I had to fear.
I played with tightening my grip, and the arm that covered his eyes shot to join the other above his head as if to anchor him in place. It didn’t stop the squirming of his hips. My tongue darted out for my first taste, and my chest swelled with pride as his breaths sawed in and out with audible gasps. His sounds were like sugar in my veins, driving my tongue out again and again so I could hear more.
This kind of pleasure was new to me. Not just receiving but giving it too.
I hadn’t realized I was capable of it. That my hands and lips could bring torture so sweet, it brought sweat to the skin and set the air on fire.
I smiled at what else might be possible. Like pushing him all the way over the edge and into the kind of bliss that went on for so long, up no longer had meaning.
Wrapping my lips around him, I lowered as far as I could, pausing when he neared the back of my throat. Saliva pooled on my tongue, and I swallowed on instinct, pulling a choked moan from his lips.
Keeping my hands around his base, I moved my mouth up and down, finding a natural rhythm. With each up stroke, I ran my tongue over his tip, collecting the salty taste of him and letting it fill my senses.
I wanted to know all of him—his taste, his smell, his sounds, his feel. I wanted to learn how to command his body as easily as he commanded mine.
Bolder than I’d ever been, I loosened a hand and trailed it downward over his balls. His cock jumped in my mouth.
“Yes,” he groaned when I hesitated.
I rolled his balls gently, my fingers brushing the skin underneath, drawing another throb from his length.
“Fuck.”
My jaw started to ache, so I freed him from my mouth and stroked him with my hand as my tongue explored his sack. The skin was soft there too.
“God. Harder. Stroke harder.”
I lifted my gaze to find him peering at me down the length of his body. His eyes burned hot and a little wild, his cheeks flushed. I tightened my grip on his shaft and sped up my strokes, and his head fell back against the mat, the ridges of his throat in sharp relief.
I grinned and returned my mouth to his shaft. This time, I tried to go deep but gagged when he reached my throat.
“Hey, easy.” His abs flexed as he curled to brush the hair from my face while I caught my breath, my lips wet with saliva. “You don’t need to do that.”
I licked his tip. “You said anything I want.”
“Yeah, but?—”
“I want to try.”
I never had before. Certainly never imagined I would. But his body shook beneath mine, his skin hot, pupils blown wide, and it was the most powerful I’d ever felt in my life.
I had gotten him here. I wanted to see what else I could do.
He collapsed backward, clasping his fingers like he was trying to hold himself back.
I took him into my mouth, pausing when he reached my throat, and forced my muscles to relax.
“Just—go slow,” he grunted. “Go—fuck.”
I took him to the back of my throat and held him there, breathing deeply through my nose. It wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t awful either. Feeling that much of him inside my mouth had my brain sparking and my pussy throbbing for its own taste.
Experimenting with tiny bobs of my head, I ran my fingers up his thighs and over his abs, wishing I had my press-on nails to scrape across his stomach. I tweaked his nipples instead and felt his cock swell.
“I’m gonna come,” he panted.
I pulled my mouth back to his tip, moving my hand over his base.
