Page 92 of Pucked Up Plans
Opening her eyes, she swallows. Twice. “You weren’t lying. It’s hard.”
I try to hide my chuckle, but it releases. “I’ll never lie to you. Especially when you could call me out so easily.”
Her head tilts to assess me. An air of confusion surrounds her, almost as if she has no experience with a penis. Which isn’t true. One, she’s not a virgin. And two, she saw it a few weeks ago.
But we’re not talking about my botched plan. Nope, we’re staying in the present here, focusing on now.
I stroke myself once.
“I might choke,” she voices quietly, her gaze locked on my cock, stuck on the size.
“We’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”
As much as I’m ready for her to take me in her mouth, I have to go slow. Slowish. At her pace so I don’t scare her any more than she’s already freaking out.
“I don’t know about this. I said I wanted lessons, but?—”
I interrupt her excuse. Not to minimize her doubts or worries, but to assure her she can do this. “Touch it with your hands.” My demand is unobtrusive, tender. Her fingers twitch. As doubtful as she is about herself and her abilities, her eyes betray her. A hunger swims in the darkened browns.
A bit of precum leaks out the tip. She must notice because suddenly, she’s moving closer. Kneeling in front of me, her hand quivers as she reaches out. Her finger meets the tip, and she swipes away the liquid. Without further prodding, she wraps her fingers around my shaft, tugging gently.
With hooded eyes, she looks up at me. “Like this?”
“Perfect,” I whisper. “Maybe a little more pressure.” She grips harder. “Yep.” I will myself to stay in control, to teach this lesson without shooting my load until she’s ready and prepared. I cover her hand with mine, squeezing before sliding it up and down the shaft in a steady rhythm. “Now your turn.”
She sucks in a breath, then moves her hand.
Her soft hand works me a few times. The amount of pressure she uses remains constant, except for one hard jerk.
“Oops,” she says with a giggle when I grunt. “Sorry.”
“Feels so good. Don’t stop.” My eyes slam shut, her gentle touch too overbearing.I won’t blow early. I won’t blow early. I won’t blow early,I coax, hoping I have the stamina to uphold the directive.
I allow her one more minute to get used to this before we move on to the next part of the lesson.
Stilling her hand with mine, I tip her chin up with my other hand. “As good as this feels, want to try with your mouth?”
“Um, yeah.” Her shaky voice isn’t quite convincing. Neither is the shocked countenance, but when she widens her legs and sinks down, her face is level with my cock. She stares long and hard at it, examining and scrutinizing, studying it from all different angles. I don’t stop her.
Again, precum leaks out. “Just put it in your mouth, Tate.”
She mumbles something incoherent under her breath. The only words I interpret are “you can do this.” If she needs a vote of confidence, I can give it.
“Hey, look at me for a sec.” I wait for her attention before continuing. She draws her eyes up to me, still hooded, a bit freaked out. “Youcando this. Go as slowish as you need, but you can do it.”
“Right. Just put it in my mouth. Seems simple enough. I do that all day long with food.”
“No teeth or biting,” I blurt, in case she needs a reminder.
“I could see how that would hurt. No teeth or biting. Licking?”
“Lots. Licking’s good. So good.” I stop myself before I moan, my dick getting harder and more painful by the second, needing a release.
“Okay. Here goes. Let’s hope I don’t suck.”
My eyes roll. “You’re such a tease.”
“I’ll show you a tease.”
