Page 22 of Hooking the Captain
With my stomach in knots, I knocked on the door. I’d never so much as kissed a guy, but the way he had used the word “fun” led me to believe he didn’t just want to hang out.
A moment later the door opened, and he greeted me with a grin. “Hey.”
“Hey.” My voice wavered slightly as I stepped inside, and I hoped he didn’t pick up on my nerves.
“You want to watch a movie?” He led me to the living room where he had a bowl of popcorn and two cans of soda on the coffee table.
“Sure.”
Once I sat on the large sectional, he turned off all the lights and pressed play on the movie he had queued up.
Within minutes, he scooted closer to me and draped his arm around my shoulders, his spicy cologne invading my senses. I tried to focus on the movie, but every single part of me was highly aware of him.
“What are you doing?” I questioned. While I anticipated something would happen between us, it still caught me off guard that he was making a move already.
“Just getting comfortable.” The blue glow from the television lit up the smirk on his face.
He ran his fingers through my hair, leaning closer until our faces were only inches apart. Having him so close was overwhelming, and I held my breath. Seconds later, he crushed his lips to mine. The force took me by surprise, but that didn’t stop me from wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him on top of me as I lay back on the cushions.
“Have you ever given someone a blow job before?” he asked.
“No,” I whispered, a little embarrassed by my lack of experience.
“Maybe you can practice on me.” He leaned back on his heels and unbuckled his jeans.
I wasn’t sure if it was something I wanted to do or not, but before I could answer, he moved in again and kissed me, pushing aside any lingering doubts. I slid off the couch and sank to my knees, pulling his jeans and boxers down to his ankles.
Tim often bragged about all the action he got, and I didn’t want to disappoint him by hesitating. So, with his hard dick right in front of me, I fisted the base and engulfed his length. His hips bucked, forcing him farther down my throat, which made me feel as though I might gag. Thankfully, he pulled back, and I inhaled deeply through my nose in an attempt to relax so I could make it good for him.
He grabbed the back of my hair and pushed forward once again. I’d watched enough porn to know the basics about blow jobs, but it still took me by surprise when only a few seconds later he let out a moan as he flooded my mouth with his salty cum. I searched for a place where I could spit it out but found nothing, leaving me no choice but to swallow.
He looked down at me with a satisfied smirk. “You know what else might be fun?”
“What?” I asked, taking a large swig of my soda.
“We could be each other’s first.”
“I thought that’s what just happened,” I admitted.
He rolled his eyes. “I mean sex.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”
He frowned but nodded anyway. “I understand. How about we get drunk instead?”
That was an idea I could get on board with. “Sounds good to me.”
Tim ran to the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a couple of shot glasses and multiple bottles of alcohol. We threw back shot after shot until I was so drunk the room began to spin and I had no idea what was playing on the TV. I closed my eyes and must have fallen asleep.
The next thing I knew, I jolted awake. My head was spinning, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than the pain radiating through my lower half. I was lying flat on my stomach on the couch, my sweatpants and boxers around my knees, while Tim pushed into my ass.
“What the hell are you doing?” Digging down deep, I found the strength to buck him off.
“Having fun.” He reached for me.
“This isn’t the fun I wanted.” I righted my clothes.
“Don’t be like that. It’s just sex.”
