Page 15 of Switch
A lot, if I’m honest, but this is not a therapy session.Not the time to unpack my emotional baggage.
PJ angles his head to the side, seeming to study me.“What can I do to get you out of your head?”
My dick is trying its damnedest to get hard again.The effect he’s having on me is ridiculous.
Does he realize he licked his lip when he said he wanted to help me get out of my head?I can’t stop realizing it.
“What you did before.”His pleased expression spurs me to continue.“When you sort of…pushed me.Would you do that again?Don’t let me think too much.Please.”
Maybe that’s where I went wrong with Mistress Shanna.Perhaps letting myself think was my mistake.
I could swear PJ’s blue eyes glow brighter.He seems to consider me a moment before taking a deep breath in.“Okay, baby.Let me see those lips wrapped around my cock.”
When my knees hit the carpet, an unexpected peace washes over me.
He draws another slow, deep breath while reaching for me with one hand.His gaze holds mine while he caresses my jaw, runs his fingers through my hair, and smooths his thumb over my lips.The blood in my veins whooshes through me, echoing in my ears like the white noise of the air conditioning.
“You look so fucking right on your knees for me.You want me to feed you my cock, don’t you, baby?You wanna wrap those gorgeous lips around me?Swallow me down?If I choked you with it, would you let me?”
“Fuck yes.”I hardly recognize my voice.I sound like a horny teenager.I feel like one.
This is all a terrible idea.And I’m too wound up to care.
“Show me.”
The clink of metal on metal as I undo his belt is deafening in the quiet room.I catalog every sound carefully.The slide of the belt against fabric.The jingle of it hitting the floor.PJ’s heavy, labored breathing as I slide down his zipper.
All the while, he keeps his gaze on me, and I can’t look away.I don’t want to hurry.If I do, whatever spell this is could be broken.
There’s the slightest tremor in my hands as I part the fabric of his slacks, reach into his boxer briefs, and pull him out.I can’t resist the urge to slide my cheek against his sensitive skin, like a cat marking its property.I slide my closed lips across his shaft slowly, sensually.I lick away the salty tang of his precum, enjoying the strangled noises and the filthy words he’s spilling.
Things like “Fuck yes,” and “Jesus, you’re so sexy on your knees for me,” and “How does that feel so fucking good?”
I’d forgotten how empowering it could be to make someone else feel this way.
“Open your mouth, baby.Take me all the way.”
There’s a direct line from his mouth to my brain.Perhaps it’s a matter of old programming.Old muscle memory.After all, I’m used to following commands.
Then why does it all feel brand new?
What matters right now is the steady way my pulse beats in my chest and in my ears.The rush of pleasure through every nerve ending.The way my saliva pools in anticipation.
When I open my mouth and he pushes inside, I’m not sure which of us groans louder.
“Oh fuck, that’s good,” he whispers.“That’s so fucking good.Your mouth is perfect, baby.So hot and wet.So fucking sexy.Look at you.”
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t lap up that praise like a slutty cat in heat.
I suck him slowly,slowly, steadily because I want him to feel so good.I want him to feel amazing.Because I want to feel good too.Little has ever felt more satisfying to me than pleasing someone else.
This won’t go anywhere—we hardly know each other, after all—but right now, it all feels right.Maybe tonight I can be who I used to be.Only better.
When he starts thrusting, I reach for his hips.I grab his pockets at first, feeling a wallet and a phone, and something like a small, thick rectangle.It could be a contact lens case.Perhaps a folding knife.
I tug more insistently, wanting him to hurt me a little, the way he did when he was getting me off against the side of that building.I take hold of one of his hands, threading his fingers into my hair and encouraging him to grab on.Then I suck deeper and deeper, until I’m gagging, and I pull off so I can breathe.
He puts his hand against the back of my head, urging it back and holding me there.My nose is still clear, but he’s got my throat well and truly plugged.
