Page 15 of Wrapped Up In You
“Lucy, have you never been rimmed?”
“No, of course not. No. Never.” He started to scramble away from me, but I grabbed his leg, stopping him before he could get away.
“I’m sorry I laughed, and we don’t have to do that if you aren’t comfortable, but believe me when I tell you, it’s fucking amazing.”
“Seriously? Youwantto put your mouththere?” His tone was incredulous.
I lifted my head, making sure he could fully see my face so he’d know I meant it when I said, “I really, really do.”
“But…”
“I wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want. Promise.”
He nodded.
“Say it. Say the words. Or we don’t do it. I love sucking dick just as much, and we can just stick to that.”
“No, you can go ahead. You can…rim me.” I hid my smile at his choice of words, lest he get embarrassed again. We needed to have a talk later about just exactly how far he’d gone with a man and what his limits were, but for now, I had enough consent for what I had planned.
“Lift your knees.” This time, he complied, hesitantly pulling them back to his chest, revealing his pretty pink hole, just begging to be stretched by my tongue.
I leaned forward and gently licked at his entrance, allowing him to adjust to the sensation. His erection had flagged a bit as he’d gotten up in his head, but I was gratified to see his dick perking up at the first couple of swipes. Emboldened by the sight, I licked again, a little more earnestly, lapping at his entrance with sloppy enthusiasm. He let loose a whimper, and I smiled. With one hand, I reached up and rolled each of his balls between my fingers as I used the other to spread his cheeks. Pointing my tongue, I pushed inside.
He jolted at the intrusion, and I paused, giving him time to tell me to stop.
“Hayden,” he whined. “Don’t stop.”
I dove back in, pushing in a little farther with each stroke, softening his entrance as his hips jerked and bucked, and he writhed under my tongue.
I felt his balls draw up tight under my fingers and knew he was close, so reluctantly, I pulled back. I wanted him to come in my mouth.
He lifted his head to look at me, irritation on his face as he’d been denied the release he so desperately wanted. “Why’d you stop?”
I flashed a shit-eating grin as I shifted so my face was hovering over his dick. I stuck out my tongue and licked his slit, savoring the salty taste of his precum like I was a cum connoisseur.
He watched me intently as I stuck my tongue out again, this time swirling it around the head before licking my way down, down, down, to the base and back up again. By the time I returned to the tip, his head had dropped back onto the pillow and his eyes were squeezed shut like he couldn’t take much more. His hands, still holding his legs back, were gripping hard enough to leave bruises, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him.
Once again, I drew him all the way to the back of my throat, this time moving up and down with purpose, setting a moderate rhythm as I gauged just how much longer he’d be able to hold out. Based on the groans coming out of his mouth and the way he was bucking his hips, I figured I didn’t have much time.
Moving my hand down, I tapped his hole with my index finger and paused just long enough to ask, “You gonna let me in, Lucy?”
“Yes. God yes. Just don’t stop.”
Smiling, I sucked on my finger before returning it to its place and pressing in slowly, allowing him to adjust. My tongue had already done some of the work to loosen him up, so my finger slipped in easily. As I continued to press in farther, I wrapped my mouth around his dick once again, this time setting a rapid pace I knew would have him shooting in moments.
Finding the spot I was looking for, I crooked my finger. Lucy’s hips punched up, sending his dick into the back of my throat, nearly gagging me with the force as he exploded in my mouth.
With each pulse, I tapped that spot again and again, swallowing around him until, finally, he yanked himself out of my mouth with a curse, his overly sensitive dick softening against his thigh.
I gently removed my finger, chuckling at his reaction, trying to ignore my own aching cock’s need for release. That had been hot as fuck, and would likely play out in my spank bank highlight reel for years to come, but I’d done it for him, not for myself. He’d been so tense and uptight, and I’d just wanted him to relax and let go. To have some pleasure just for pleasure’s sake.
He was still breathing hard, though he’d dropped his legs and was starfished across the bed like he no longer had any control over his limbs. I climbed up his body, laying my head on his shoulder, and threw one thigh across his hip. My disgruntled dick brushed against his skin, and I hissed involuntarily.
“Wait. What about you?” he mumbled half-heartedly. I was pretty sure he had one foot across the threshold of dreamland.
“Shh. We can worry about me later.”
“Okay.”
