Chapter 62 #2
I take his rigid length in my palm, pulsing gingerly around it as I give it a single pump. He groans, so I repeat the motion with a little more oomph.
He hisses through his teeth, sounding like he’s straddling the line between pleasure and pain. If he’s anything like me, then he’s right where he wants to be—on the edge.
My vision flickers up his body to study his reaction. Yep. He loves it as much as I do.
Always my mirror.
“Fucking hell, cookie. Mmm. You sure you want to do this now?”
I nod enthusiastically, stroking him harder. “Not the rough one yet.”
“I’m not in the mood for rough anyhow.”
Longing to feel his entire dick at once, I fist him in both hands, stacking up my grip. “Good. Then we agree.”
I glance at his cock, licking my lips to sop up the drool. I’m salivating already. I’m no bird. I’m one of Pavlov’s dogs. The steely bell is in my hands. Might as well ring it.
Once more, I cast my gaze up his body. I love the way he’s devouring me with his eyes. It’s a mix of cherishing affection and carnal hunger.
He gives me a sultry smirk that incinerates my panties. “Tell me what you want, cookie. Why are you on your knees?”
“I thought we already covered this.”
“Oh, we did,” he taunts, voice and eyes darkening. “I want to hear you say it. Ask for what you want.”
Ah. I see what’s happening.
The sight of me on my knees has flipped his bossy switch. It’s written all over his expression. From the slight snarl of his upper lip to the tension in his neck. He wants me to beg.
Cue evil laugh. My diabolical plan is coming together perfectly.
“Please teach me how to—” A sudden burst of shyness cuts off my sentence, and my face falls to the carpet.
“Use your words,” he urges lovingly, tipping my chin up.
I swallow down my nerves and spit it out. “Teach me how to suck your cock.”
He arches a brow in warning.
“Please,” I add, batting my lashes coquettishly. “Please teach me what you like.”
“That’s my girl,” he praises, running his fingertips through my hair.
My tongue twitches as my attention slides down his body. With the exception of his open fly and the partially loosened collar, he’s still so put together.
Hot.
I want to dive in and lick him like a lollipop. But I asked for a step-by-step lesson. And I was always a committed student.
Anticipation has me pressing my thighs together.
“Let me see those red fingertips working me up and down. One hand. Long and slow.”
And the lesson is underway.
I do as he says, using my dominant hand. Realizing four of my fingers are on the side, I twist my grip to bring them to the top so he has a better view of the polish.
A gruff sound rumbles from the bottom of his chest. “Fuck yes. Twist like that when you get to the head. Not too fast.”
When I comply, he growls, sending a surge of arousal through my veins and straight to my clit.
He continues, delivering each line with a dominant heat I’m powerless to disobey. “Roll your hand in the opposite direction on the down stroke.”
I don’t know which one of us is panting louder.
“Fuck, cookie. Just like that. Look at you. So fucking sexy, gazing up at me with those pleading eyes. Doing every damn thing I say. You’re perfect.”
I’m already a puddle of need, preening under his praise from only the beginning of the lesson. I might combust by the time I get my lips on him.
“No more twisting. Give me a couple harder pumps, and drag your thumb over the slit at the very tip at the end of each stroke.”
Strengthening my grip, I work him up and down. The way his velvety skin bunches with each stroke is mesmerizing. I can’t take my eyes off it. And the swollen tip is so squishy and plush. I never want to stop touching it.
If this is how he feels about my soft breasts or butt, I get it now. I really do.
He grazes my cheek with his knuckles, capturing my attention. “Stick your tongue out, baby. Make it flat.” I do as I’m told. “Good girl. Tilt my cock up so you can lick under the head. Start soft and easy. Little tastes. Tease me.”
Yes, yes, yes.
I lean forward and angle my head. My first lick is tentative and a tad awkward, but his breathy exhale is so sexy it spurs me to try again. The second lick is more natural, and by the third, my eyes roll to the back of my skull.
A hint of saltiness dances on my taste buds, mixed with the flavor of his clean skin. It’s delicious. I go back for more.
And more.
“Start a bit lower on each lick, then drag your tongue up until you end at the spot you’ve been teasing.”
My flattened tongue laps along the underside of his cock in ever-lengthening strokes. A thick vein gives me a trail to follow. His breathing and moaning change with the pressure I apply. While he’s teaching me, I’m studying his reactions, reading him like a textbook.
“Perfect, cookie. Do it again, but start from here.” He directs me to repeat the motion on the side of his cock, tracing the path he wants me to take with his index finger. “Mmm. Yes, baby. Yes.”
I hit him with begging eyes and ask, “Can you keep showing me like that? I want to follow your finger with my tongue. It’s hot.”
“Is that why your tits are heaving and thighs rubbing together?”
My cheeks warm.
“Is this making you wet and needy, Lila?”
“Very much,” I confess on a quivering sigh.
“Good. I like knowing you’re enjoying this as much as I am. Now stick that pretty pink tongue back out.”
My shoulders shimmy involuntarily as I return to my penis popsicle of pleasure.
As I requested, he uses his fingers to direct me, drawing the path. “Yes, baby. Just like that. So damn good.”
Again and again, I drag my tongue all over his cock, laving and worshipping him until it glistens.
“Eyes on me for the next one. Don’t even fucking blink,” he orders, tone dripping in sex appeal. “Run your tongue along the bottom. All the way from the root to the tip. Slow. Make me ache for you.”
He tastes so dang good, and the covetous way he watches me draws a moan out of me by the time I reach the underside of the head.
Me. I’m moaning.
At least I’m not the only one.
Acting on instinct, when I reach the tip, I surround it with my lips, getting my first feel of him inside my mouth. Heaven.
Two more moans—one from each of us.
I’m tempted to plunge down to take him deeper, but he shifts away.
“We aren’t ready for that yet,” he chides me. “There’s something else I need to show you first. Once I get inside that mouth, it’ll be over.”
I squeeze him in my fist, getting another pump in while I re-moisten my mouth. “What’s the other thing I need to learn?”
“Use the tip of your tongue and flick right here.” He points to a fleshy line where the head meets the shaft, which is essentially where I was lapping at him in the beginning. A bit more zeroed in.
I stiffen my tongue and go to work like an A student.
“Slowly at first. And pump your fist at the same ti—” He interrupts himself with a moan. “Yeah. That’s it. Fuck.”
Encouraged by his reaction, I repeat the move, alternating between pointy and flat licks. Occasionally, I add a twist of my wrist when pumping him in concert with my tongue’s ministrations.
“Damn. Okay, easy, easy.” He rocks his hips back an inch and expels a garbled sigh. “You’re already an expert at that.”
“I have a great teacher.” I wink at him. “And I love your dick,” I tell him, then return to the base for another drawn-out pass over his full length.
Between adoring strokes, I praise him for this magnificent work of art he’s letting me play with.
“It’s so hard and thick.” Lick over the head.
“Silky smooth skin that squishes when I squeeze it.” Tongue flutters under the tip.
“I love this thick vein.” Lap along the bulging line.
“I love how you sound when I press my tongue hard against it.” Long lick along the entire underside. “And I love how you’re looking at me.”
He grunts, teeth crimping on his lower lip. “If you keep talking like that, we won’t get to the part of the lesson when you actually get my cock in your mouth.”
Keeping my fist around the base of his shaft, I lap at him one final time. “Teach me that part, please. I could lick you like an ice cream cone all day.” I quash a giggle before I kill the mood with silliness. “But I’m ready to level up.”
His mouth quirks on one side, and he twists a strand of my hair around his fingertips. “Eager to feel me pulse inside that sexy mouth?”
I nod, words a distant memory. My nipples are so hard they’re doing the talking for me.
“Do you want me to come down your throat?”
I nod harder, pulsing my fingers around his girth to punctuate my response.
He skims his hand over my cheek, then rubs the pad of his thumb across my slick lips. My tongue sneaks out for a lick of its own volition. Before my lips close, he sneaks his thumb into my mouth, pressing my jaw down. He twines his other hand in my hair, tugging it at the root.
It’s possessive and punishing.
Engrossed in his actions and dying to see what he’ll do next, I let his cock slip out of my hand. Bit of a misstep in terms of what I’m supposed to be doing here.
Who could blame me, though? He’s in command of me so completely it’s a wonder I’m still upright instead of a pool of Lila juices on the floor.
Bending down, he aligns our faces and grits out, “Lila, I’m the one doing the teaching. Be my good girl and do as you're told. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to fuck your mouth.”
Oops.
He releases my jaw but keeps his other hand in my hair. “And it just so happens I’m ready.” His grin is pure sin. “Right fucking now. Open up, cookie.”
Without waiting for instruction, I take his cock in my fist and give the head a swirling lick, spinning my tongue around the tip like a cyclone.
He inhales sharply, the air hissing. As he empties his lungs, he quips, “Off to a fantastic start. What else can that mouth do?”
Snickering, I dive in with gusto. Like earlier, I encircle the tip with my lips and revel in the silky feel of his taut flesh gliding over my tongue. However, instead of stopping there, I add suction and plunge farther down his shaft. I get a tad past the swollen head before retreating.
My lips pull tight as I round my mouth, preparing to take more of him on my next attempt.
Using the hand still tangled in my hair, he gently guides my movements. “That’s my perfect girl. Open nice and wide for me.” He pulses his hips, driving himself deeper.
Breathing through my nose, I suck him hard, trying to bring him to the entrance of my throat.
He’s too thick, though. Or my mouth isn’t wide or relaxed enough. I’ll need more practice. Such a shame.
Even if I haven’t given him my throat yet, he’s clearly loving my effort. The next time he praises me, his voice is full of tension and grit. “You have the most perfect mouth. Keep going.”
Letting him set the pace with his hand in my hair, I fall into a trance, enraptured by the feel of him slipping and sliding over my tongue.
I think back to all the little things he taught me and try to incorporate a few standouts.
Using my hand, I pump and squeeze the base of his cock, adding a twist.
“Jesus. Fuck. Keep doing that. So good, cookie. You’re taking me beautifully.”
The more honey he pours on me, the more wanton I become, desperate to make him go wild.
When I withdraw, I press my tongue up so it laves at that special spot under the tip where he directed so much of my focus.
He turns feral, moaning and cursing up a storm. His grip on my hair tightens possessively.
That’s the winner.
“Holy fuck, cookie. Fuck, fuck, fuuuck. I’m so damn close.”
Emboldened by his praise, I dare a quick fondle of his balls with my other hand. A gentle caress to see what happens. Maybe I’ll get some extra credit.
He reacts with a guttural sound that might as well be a sonnet he wrote just for me. I feel like a sex kitten, put on earth for the explicit purpose of sucking this man’s dick.
As I keep pleasuring him, his hips thrash and jerk, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. I struggle to keep pace, my tongue losing some finesse.
He stops almost suddenly, and I assume he’s about to come. But he isn’t. I keep him in my mouth, though. Just in case. If he messes up this shirt, I have no clue what I’ll wear to dinner. I haven’t done laundry in a while.
Blinking out of my head, I peer up at him, finding his teeth bared and his eyes wide with concern. “Sorry. Too rough?”
I moan and whimper, shaking my head to encourage him to keep going. And I double down on the suction.
Loving the view from down here, I don’t take my eyes off him as I bring him to nirvana. Using everything he taught me and tricks of my own, I return him to the brink.
He comes in a roar, his length swelling and pulsating in my mouth. Warmth sprays toward my throat, and I ignore the taste and swallow it down. I take every drop, giddy that I didn’t gag or spit all over him.
Best of all, I’ll have a little bit of him inside me all night long.
As I lick his taste off my lips to savor him, he tucks himself in his boxer briefs and lowers to his knees.
His warm palms find their way home to my cheeks, and he gives me a tender kiss.
“Did I do good?” I ask cheekily, knowing full well I aced the test.
“You’re a natural. Perfection. Lesson over. You passed.”
Lingering in his afterglow, I feel oddly sated. After he catches his breath, he kisses me again.
Pulling back, he flashes his dimples. Obscenely.
“We still have five minutes, cookie. Take off your jeans and set a timer. I bet I can make you come and still leave us two minutes to freshen up.”
“You bet, huh? I thought you didn’t gamble anymore,” I jest.
“Don’t worry, cookie. Making you climax is a sure thing.”