Page 127 of Hopeless
His tanned hand reaches down, wrapping around his girth. He jerks once, then twice. It reminds me of watching him come on me, marking me while I fell apart under his watchful gaze.
“Take my cock and put it in your mouth. Get it nice and wet for me, Bailey.”
I lick my lips again as I glance down at his penis. The darker head looks so smooth.
“Fuck,” he mutters, fingers gripping the base of it tightly as a pearl of pre-cum forms at the tip. “Bailey if you don—”
He doesn’t need to finish that sentence. I’m salivating for him. I lean forward, wrapping my hand around him for a taste.
I want to know how it feels to hold that part of him in my mouth. To see how he might react.
My tongue darts out, lapping up the liquid, and Beau groans. When I peek up, his eyes are at half-mast and fixed on me.
He moves his hands away, folds them behind his head, and leans back like he’s ready to take in some sort of show.
Nerves hit me.
I don’t fucking know what I’m doing. What if I do it all wrong? What if he hates it?
“You’re perfect, Bailey.” His words soothe me instantly. He reads me like a book and knew exactly what was running through my head.
Perfect.
I’m not sure there’s any such thing, but I let myself bask in the compliment anyway. I let it encourage me as I slip my lips down over the swollen head of his cock. I feel every ridge with my tongue, every silky-smooth expanse.
I explore, and he lets me.
I lick. I suck. I fill my mouth with Beau, and the noises of pleasure he makes are all I hear.
Fuck, yes.
Just like that.
You’re doing so well.
The more he talks to me, the better I feel. The bolder I feel.
I push further down, feeling the blunt tip of him at the back of my throat. I gag when I go too far.
“Easy, Bailey.” He swipes a hand over my hair. “You don’t have to go that far. Everything you do feels so good.”
I pull up, flushing as his praise wraps around me. “It’s okay?”
His cheeks are rosy too, eyes a little shiny, like he’s had too many drinks. Except I know he’s drunk onme.
“Best I’ve ever had. The only thing that’s not okay is that I’m going to finish in your mouth if you keep it up. And that would be a waste when we both know what you really want is my cum in your pussy.”
My eyes flutter shut as gooseflesh breaks out across my skin. I do want that, but god. Hearing him say it out loud?
His hands pull me up to him as a knowing chuckle rumbles in his chest. “You like it when I say things like that, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” I murmur, kissing his shoulder as he lays me over him.
“You do. I just watched your nipples get harder right as your cheeks got even pinker.” He lifts me higher, sucking one nipple into his mouth. I gasp at the sensation, and jerk when he nips gently. “I can’t wait to find out what else drives you crazy.” His damp lips drag across the valley between my breasts. “You like it when I tell you what to do?”
I kiss his skin again, trying to act more coy than I’m feeling inside.I do like it. “Maybe.”
He sucks my opposite nipple, and a rush of wetness pools between my legs.
