Page 46 of Hard Rock Fling
"I don't know if enjoyed is the word I would use."
Reading his words to help bring myself to orgasm multiple times was bit more intense than justenjoyed.
"Which one was your favorite?" he whispered in my ear. There was a wicked curve to his lips.
"I—"
"Was it when I said I loved how wet you were?"
I inhaled sharply.
"Was it when I said loved the sounds you made?"
My breath hitched.
"Or maybe when I said I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock?"
I whimpered. He let out a pleased hum, knowing he'd got me. He knew how much I wanted him. How much I wanted to taste him, to feel him on my tongue.
He tugged on my hair, tipping my head back until our eyes locked. That brilliant green, full of need and want, nearly took my breath away. I wanted more of that needy look. I wanted him to fall apart completely. I slowly lowered myself to my knees. I kept my eyes trained on him, reveling in his burning hunger.
His cock bobbed in front of my lips, drawing my attention. I rocked back on my heels, taking stock of that thick length. Hard, weeping, standing straight out from his body. It twitched with every flex of his abs, as if seeking the wet warmth of my mouth.
I placed one hand on his thigh to keep myself balanced. With a careful touch, I wrapped my other hand around him, pumping once, slowly. He let out a soft sound from the back of his throat. My tongue darted out, a quick lick, tasting him for the first time. He grunted and tightened his grip on my hair. From the trembling of his hands, I knew he was trying not to push me onto his cock. I leaned up and pressed my pursed lips against the head. His whole body went tense.
I parted my lips and took him in one slow, wet slide. Ian let out a long moan, his whole body shuddering.
I paused there, more than half his cock fully in my mouth, listening to his strained panting. His thighs trembled under my touch. He swallowed heavily and took a deep, calming breath in.
On his exhale, I slowly pulled back, using a tight suction, dragging my tongue along his cock the whole way. He let out a groan and fisted my hair tighter.
"Sweetheart, you're killing me."
A sweet sense of satisfaction pulsed through me. It started in my chest, squeezing my heart, then made its way to my core. I clenched my thighs together as wetness gathered between my legs. This was turning me on as much as it was him.
If he was hard before, he was rock solid now. I stopped teasing and began a steady rhythm. I let him slide in and out of my mouth and across my tongue. I didn't go too deep, taking him slightly more than halfway.
With every withdrawal I sucked on the head and swirled with my tongue. Ian couldn't help bucking his hips slightly, wanting that heated suction. I teased, bobbing down a few inches, then pulling back, swirling and kissing and licking. He growled and cupped my face with both hands, one on my cheek, the other stroking the underside of my jaw. I could feel his restraint, could feel how close he was to thrusting in.
I finally gave him what he wanted. With one quick movement, I sucked his cock down until the tip hit the back of my throat.
"Fuck!" Ian slammed a hand against the wall, stopping himself from toppling forward.
I forced my throat muscles to relax. Like before, I waited until he had his breathing under control, then slid my lips back to the tip. He let out a continuous series of gasps and grunts as I bobbed up and down, back and forth, taking him all the way, then retreating.
I knew he was close when he tugged on my hair frantically. "Hope, I can't—"
I gripped his thighs with both hands, keeping his hips still, keeping him in my mouth. I sucked harder, using my lips and my tongue to take him over that edge.
With one choked cry, he fell forward, fists clenched in my hair. The warm, slick taste of him coated my tongue in spurts. I kept my mouth clamped and swallowed, wanting to take everything he had to give me.
After several long moments, the flood subsided. He let out one long shuddering moan. I leaned back and let him fall from my lips. I licked every last drop along the way.
"S-stop," he groaned. "Too much."
I pressed my forehead against his abdomen. The muscles shifted with every heavy rise and fall of his chest. My lips curved into a smile as the grip on my hair eased up and fingers softly sifted through the stands. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and curled his arms around my shoulders, bending forward to envelope me. I basked in his embrace.
Eventually he relaxed and let me go. I stood up on aching knees and tucked him back into his pants.
