Page 88 of Like Fathers, Like Son
“You’ll have to help get me hard. I’m not quite there yet.” How the hell was I supposed to do that? I frowned, reaching up to catch his hand as his thumb pressed between my lips and I sucked on it briefly. I pulled it from my mouth to speak.
“How? Blaze, the only time I’ve had a… a cock anywhere near me was with you. I’ve never… I mean… I don’t know how to do this.”
His eyes softened a little, and he stroked his fingers down my throat, staying gentle, not grabbing it this time.
“Just free my dick and touch it, babe. Stroke it, kiss it, lick it. He’ll soon come up, but I can’t move from this seat right now, so you’ll have to be down there.” He pointed in front of him, and I pulled away from his fingers.
“On my knees?”
“Sorry babe, if I hadn’t just hurt my back saving your sweet ass, I’d lay back and let you suck me like that, but yeah… I’m kinda injured right now.”
“And yet you think you’re in the mood for sex.”
Blaze rolled his eyes, using both hands on my shoulders to guide me down onto the floor, and like an idiot, I let him. It wasn’t fear or some kind of self preservation thing going on. I liked it when he put me where he wanted me. If he’d expected me to get down there on my own, I’d have rebelled, but having him guide me down, it just felt right.
“Get him out, babe. I need your touch right now to help ease my pain, yeah?”
Manipulative asshole. Even as I thought that though, he pressed my hands on the fastenings of his jeans, and I automatically started undoing them. His cock wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t soft either.
It felt strange to touch it, willingly or otherwise, because I’d never been able to before. Although I’d been willing a few times now, he’d never let me be in a position to even really see his cock properly.
It wasn’t like I’d never seen one before; we’ve all watched porn or googled stuff, right? It was Blaze’s cock though, and that made it a bigger deal.
“You just gonna stare at it, or fucking get on with it?” He muttered in a guttural whisper. He could be such an asshole at times. Most times, in fact.
“I’ve just never seen it properly before, Blaze. It’s not like you’ve ever given me the chance, is it? It doesn’t look so scary when it isn’t being forced on me.”
“Yeah yeah, it’s so pretty, whatever, just get your lips around it, babe. Lick him, he likes that.”
“He?”
“You think my dick would be a chick? Not likely.” I felt like he was trying to make me giggle with that comment, to try and relax me a little, or even take some of the bite out of his earlier words, and it was working.
I grasped his cock in one hand, marvelling at how soft and silky his skin was, even as it seemed to firm up in my hand, stretching the skin even further.
Blaze let out a low groan at my touch, and a shudder rippled through him. Just at my touch?
I lifted my eyes to watch his face as I stroked him again, and smiled as I saw his face pleasured and at ease for once. Not mean, not aggressive, not taking his pleasure at the expense of mine. Just enjoying my touch, and relishing the pleasure I could bring him. I leaned down and kissed the head of his cock, and he groaned again.
Adjusting my position so I could watch him as I licked him, I dragged my tongue along the length of his cock, which was rapidly growing more solid and thick in my hand.
Another of those delicious groans was my response from Blaze, along with his eyes closing briefly in rapture.
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Blaze
Itwasthemostdelicious fucking torment. It was the actions of a woman who recognised her power in this moment, and was wielding it like a fucking psycho. Dragging her tongue along my cock again, she teased the head with the tip of her tongue, dipping it into the slit and sending a shudder of fucking sensation through me.
In some ways, I could recognise her actions as those of someone learning their way around a cock, but some of these things she did, they seemed like things a seasoned pro would do.
“I thought you’d never done this before,” I gritted out, threading my fingers through her hair with one hand, my currently good hand as it were. The wrong answer would get her choking on my cock, even though I wanted to let her maintain her sense of power over me for the moment.
She shook her head, pulling away from my cock to stroke it slowly.
“I’d never even seen one for real until yours, Blaze.” Should that have felt so fucking good to hear that? Should I have felt such a primal sense of pride at being the only cock she’d ever experience in any way?
“How’d you know what to do?” It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her, it was just that some sly vixen had taken over Anneka’s body right now, and I had to know.
