Page 46 of Degradation
Mav frowns. ‘So, you’d never even seen a guy’s…and Blake went and came all over you like an animal.’
He pinches the bridge of his nose.
‘Awesome,’ he mutters.
‘Are you being sarcastic?’ I ask.
‘Yeah,’ he sighs. ‘I just can’t believe he pawed at you in a room full of dudes, then spurted all over your tits while I ate you out. That was your first experience of anything. We should have... Why do you want to befriendswith us?’
I shrug. ‘I don’t have many other prospects.’
He barks a laugh, looking surprised at my joke, but I can see he’s serious. He’s concerned that what they did has messed me up, or something.
‘I don’t need you to handle me with kid gloves,’ I say.
‘What does that mean?’
‘Um. You don’t have to be careful. I’m not made of glass. I won’t break.’
He touches my cheek. ‘I think we all know you won’t break, Daisy,’ he murmurs, his eyes looking at me with regret.
‘So, I can touch…it?’ I ask, changing the subject.
He nods, looking suddenly wary. ‘If you want to. I mean, don’t pull it off or anything.’
‘I won’t,’ I snigger, but my smile melts away pretty quickly as assuaging my longstanding curiosity regarding man parts becomes a prospective reality.
My eyes not leaving his face, I move the blanket away and then look down. His black boxers cover him, and I glance up. He lets out a breath and pulls them down a little so I can look at him.
It’s long and thick. As I stare at it, it seems to lengthen. My fingertips caress it hesitantly, finding it silky, softer than his pecs even. I draw them back quickly when it bobs at my touch.
‘It’s okay,’ Mav murmurs, amused.
‘It’s like it has a mind of its own,’ I mutter, half horrified.
He snorts. ‘Yeah, it seems like that to me sometimes, too.’
I glance at him inquiringly, but he doesn’t elaborate, just waves a hand for me to continue my exploration.
I grip the shaft and squeeze gently. Mav’s breathing stutters.
‘That’s nice,’ he breathes. ‘The pressure is perfect.’
I watch as some wetness leaks from the tip.
He puts his hand over mine, and moves my hand up and down, pumping him slowly.
‘Fuck,’ he whispers. ‘Just like that, sweetheart.’
I keep doing what he showed me, my eyes going between what my hand is doing and his face. I want to learn how to make him feel good the way he did for me. More wetness leaks from the tip and, not second guessing myself, I lean forward, pressing my tongue to it.
He jumps with a low exclamation, urging my head away gently. I look up at him and search his face.
‘Did I do something wrong?’ I ask quietly. ‘I know it’s a thing…’
I glance down at his dick, my hand still moving on him. ‘You did similar for me, and I’ve seen people do it. I’ve heard people mention it too. Do you…not like that?’
He swallows hard, and he uses his hand to stop my hand’s movements. ‘Sorry. I didn’t mean to jerk like that. It felt great, and, yeah, I do like it, but where did you see it, Daisy? Andwhomentioned it? Blake?’
