Page 45 of Trick or Treat Nurse at My Feet
He's beautiful here too, thick and hard. I've never considered myself a size queen, but Tyler easily has the largest cock I've ever gotten acquainted with.This is going to be fun.I wrap my hand around him first, stroking lightly, watching his face.
"Tell me if I do something you don't like." Heat floods my cheeks as I lean forward to take him into my mouth
"Oh God," he groans, his head falling back. His fingers tighten in my hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needs an anchor.
Taking my time, I show him all the things I've learned over the years, how to use my tongue, my hand, and my lips together. The sounds he makes are intoxicating, little gasps and moans that tell me I'm doing everything right.
"Ethan," he says after a few minutes, voice strained. "I'm gonna… You should.. " He makes a low, rough grunt that is music to my ears.
Doubling down, I suck him in deeper, and look up to watch his face as he comes undone. His expression as he reaches that peak is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, pleasure and wonder mixed as he lets out a deep groan. I swallow, continuing to tease him until he gently tugs me away, oversensitive.
"Holy shit," he pants, looking down at me with glazed eyes. "That was... I don't even have words."
Rising, I feel oddly proud of myself, and he immediately pulls me up into a kiss. He doesn't seem to care that he can taste himself on my tongue; in fact, the way he deepens the kiss suggests he likes it.
Without breaking the kiss, he turns me backward, and now my legs hit the bed. Then, to my surprise, he lifts melike I weigh nothing and deposits me gently on the mattress.
"Your turn," he says, eyes dark with determination.
"Tyler, you don't have to," I'm quick to assure him. "It's your first time with a guy. We can take it slow."
He shakes his head, lowering himself to kneel between my legs. "I want to." His hands go to my belt. "I really, really want to." He looks up at me. "Unless you don't want me to?"
The uncertainty in his voice makes something twist in my chest. "I want you to," I admit. "I just don't want you to feel pressured."
His smile is breathtaking. "The only pressure I feel is how badly I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel." He undoes my belt, then my button and zipper, no hesitation in his movements, even though this is all new territory for him. "Now, show me how to do this right."
Lifting my hips, I let him pull my jeans and underwear down. He fights them over my feet, making me laugh at his eagerness. He tosses them both over his shoulder with a grin. The cool air on my heated skin makes me shiver, or maybe it's the way he looks at me, like I'm something precious and fascinating.
"What do I...?" he asks, hands hovering uncertainly.
"Start slow," I say, my voice embarrassingly breathy. "Use your hand first. Then your tongue... oh!"
He's a quick study. What he lacks in technique, he makes up for in enthusiasm and attentiveness, watching my reactions and adjusting accordingly. When he takes me into his mouth for the first time, the wet heat of it nearly undoes me on the spot.
"That's perfect," I'm gasping now, fighting the urge to thrust up. "Use your hand too, like… yes, just like that."
It's almost too much, the sight of Tyler Landis, the fratguy I've been fantasizing about, on his knees for me, learning how to please me. When I feel the familiar tightening, I tug at his hair.
"Tyler, I'm close. You need to back… You don't have to?—"
Instead of pulling away, he grips my hips and takes me deeper, looking up with determined eyes. The eye contact does it, I come with a shout, my back arching off the bed. He swallows, a bit messily but with obvious enjoyment, continuing until I'm trembling with oversensitivity.
When he finally pulls away, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking immensely pleased with himself.
"Was that okay?" he asks, climbing onto the bed beside me.
Letting out a breathless laugh, I look at his face. "Was that okay? Tyler, that was incredible, especially for your first time."
His smile is so bright it could power the whole campus. "Yeah? I wasn't sure if I was doing it right."
Turning on my side to face him, I trace a finger along his jawline. "Trust me, you were doing it very, very right."
He pulls me closer, and I tuck my head under his chin, our bare chests pressed together. His jeans are still tangled around his thighs, and I still have one sock on, but I've never felt more comfortable.
"You know," I say after a moment, "as rescues go, this one had a pretty spectacular ending."
Tyler laughs, the sound rumbling against my cheek. "Remind me to thank Gavin."
