Page 50 of Dirty Martini
“Have you thought about this before?” he teases, walking his fingers up my leg until he gives my balls a featherlight touch.
“Never,” I lie just for fun.
“Right,” he drawls, now rolling my balls in his hand, giving them a little tug that makes me whine. “More of those, baby. Love it when you cry for me.”
If I had a stronger will, I’d keep my mouth shut just for the satisfaction of not giving him what he wants, but I’m weak. He starts jacking me at a slow, agonizing pace, giving little twists of his hand when he reaches my head, and I let out more of those sounds he likes. The fucker has a smug grin of victory as he presses kisses against my thigh.
“You going to fucking suck it or what?” I eventually snap, not able to take it anymore.
He nods, but there’s a hint of hesitation in his eyes. I throw my head back and groan, trying not to care that he’s obviously nervous to suck his first dick. But despite what he wants to believe, I’m not a monster.
I was confident about my sexuality when I realized I only liked guys. I never hid it from anyone, but also didn’t actively seek ways to let people know. So, I can’t really relate to what Rhys is going through, but I can try.
I sit up on my elbows, brushing my thumb against his cheek in a way that’s filled with way too much tenderness. “You don’t have to do it. It was just a stupid bet.”
Some of the nerves fade from his eyes, something soft and comforting glowing in his stare. He seems to settle for a second, but as soon as it’s there, it’s gone.
He slaps my hand away rather violently, eyes now as hard as steel. “Do you want to get your dick sucked or not?”
I clench my jaw, but nod. “Fucking fine.”
Lovely words to kick off a blowjob.
He’s still a bit unsure as he wraps his lips around my head, but it’s glorious to me. Even though he doesn’t take me deep, the pressure of his hot mouth is enough to have my toes curling. His hand joins in on the fun, taking over the length he can’t fit into his mouth. As he hums around me, carefully popping off, there’s a look of something resembling shock on his face.
“Rhys?” I question warily, not wanting my head to get bit off again.
He doesn’t answer me with words, however, but dives back down on my cock. This time, it’s with a renewed sense of confidence. He goes at me like a monster, sucking and slurping and making me lose my goddamn mind. “Rhys. Jesus, how much can you take?”
His lips are puffy and wet, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth as he gasps out a breath. “I’m not a quitter. If you want something, Everest, then fucking take it.”
My self-control snaps. In a flash, I’m pushing and shoving until he’s on his back and I’m on my knees, hovering above himfrom behind. The top of his head grazes my balls, and his eager hands are already reaching for me again.
“This is going to feel weird,” I warn him, positioning myself at his open mouth. “But I want to see my cock in your throat. Take a deep breath.”
Surprisingly, he does as I say, and before he can breathe out, I’m sliding in. I don’t fuck into his face with the intensity my body is craving because I know I’m about to get something so much better. When I hit a bit of resistance, I keep going, soothing the choked noises Rhys lets out with my fingers in his hair. With one last gentle thrust, I see the bulge of my cock in his throat.
“Oh my fucking God, that’s so hot,” I pant, tracing the outline with my finger. “Keep breathing for me. You’re okay.”
Oh, he’s more than okay if his hard-as-fuck erection is anything to go by. He wraps his large hand around himself and starts relentlessly stroking. With short little snaps of my hips, I fuck him, and every movement is ecstasy. He’s so tight around me, the pressure almost blinding, and I think I black out for a moment.
But that doesn’t stop my mouth from tumbling out every incoherent thought.
“Yes, Rhys,yes! Fuck, holy— Just a little more, babe. I’m—oh—I’m so close. So perfect. So good. What a tight throat….Fuck!”
I explode without any warning, and at the taste of my cum, his eyes flutter shut and his own release coats his chest. Not one to let anything go to waste, I pull out and lean over him to lick him all up. The salty taste of his cum makes me moan. It’s like a drug—just like him—and I’m already itching for more once I’ve cleaned him thoroughly. I’m exhausted when I’m done and slump down onto him, smothering his face with my crotch, but he’s not complaining. Without knowing what I’m doing, I’m kissing every inch of him I can reach. His belly button, his hip,the tip of his cock, just hungry for him. It doesn’t help that one of his hands is rubbing my back gently, helping me come down from the pure nirvana I just experienced.
“You did such a good job,” I tell him, scratching lightly at the dusting of hair on his thigh. “How do you feel?”
He stiffens. Slipping out from underneath me, he’s tense as he starts collecting his clothes. “Fine.”
I’m taken aback by his reaction. I slowly sit up, wondering what the fuck is happening. We were perfectly amicable just a second ago, both of us enjoying our mutual bliss, but now it’s like he’s trying to get out of here as quickly as he can.
“You’re obviously not,” I counter, suddenly feeling insecure, naked, with remnants of his drying cum on my stomach. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he spits out, then throws me a warning look over his shoulder. “You should keep studying. God knows your dumb ass needs the help.”
It’s a low blow and it hits. It jabs at every single one of my insecurities, and he knows it. I grab one of my pillows and chuck it at him. “Get the fuck out of my room!”
