Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Liesel
The weight of his cock on my tongue is divine.
I’d like to think—I hope—I give good blowjobs.
They don’t top my list of most enjoyable sex acts, but I don’t mind them.
With Jorge, I’m eager to do this. If I can make it even a fraction of how good it felt when he went down on me, then I’ll count it as a success.
I’ve wondered about his dick since I met him, and now I can see and touch it.
Taste it. The man is proportionate. He’s tall and broad shouldered, so his dick suits him.
That thought tempts me to chuckle, but I concentrate as I run my tongue from his balls to the tip.
I flick the slight opening before sinking my mouth onto it.
I draw back slowly, teasing him as I go.
I shift my position to make it easier to take more since my goal is to make him come without using my hands.
I’ve clasped them behind my back to fight the temptation to stroke him while sucking.
He doesn’t rush me, so I breathe easily.
I do my best to relax my throat and not gag as I push to swallow him.
I’ve only done that a couple of times with guys in the past, and it was more by accident than on purpose.
It never lasted more than a couple seconds before intuitive panic kicked in.
My eyes are closed since there’s little to see at this angle, and now I want to concentrate.
I think about every blowjob scene I can remember from romance books and porn.
I think I’m getting it right from his periodic groans.
They’re deep and rumble. Uber masculine.
They make me feel desirable and appreciated in a way words or even touch can’t.
It’s on a primitive level that seeps into my bones.
It’s like I’m coming alive for the first time in—I don’t know how long.
I work his shaft, licking and sucking until I have to come up for air. I pull back for a moment and finally shift my focus to look up at his face. I release my hands, ready to give in and stroke him, so I can rest my jaw for a moment.
“No hands.”
Jorge’s fingertips feather up from the crook of my neck to behind my ear.
He weaves his fingers into my hair before easing my head forward.
I need no more prompting to wrap my lips around his cock.
I tease him with how slowly I slide down his dick.
With another deep inhale through my nose and a leap of faith, I work to swallow him.
You want to submit, and he wants to dominate.
Show him you trust him more than you can put into words. Show him you’re his to enjoy.
Make him come like he did you.
I want this for him and for us. Whether I can swallow a guy’s dick was never symbolic of anything to me before.
I didn’t care whether a guy thought I gave the best head as long as they thought I gave great head.
I don’t think it’s the same insecurity which prompted me to sleep with some guys in my past that I now know I could’ve lived without.
It made me feel good about myself at the time.
In this moment, I want to prove something to myself as much as I do Jorge.
I want to prove to myself that I can let go.
That I can accept that moment where I feel out of control—the urge to pull away or gag when he slides down my throat—and know that I can push through it.
That I can be patient enough to do this with just my mouth rather than rushing through this like I do most things—moving from one task to another—everything very transactional.
That I can be in the moment and not thinking about what’ll come next—what this is a steppingstone to.
Who knew a blowjob was the metaphor of your life?
“Fuck, Liesel. I’m fighting not to come yet.”
I keep my eyes closed, so he can’t see how I revel in that.
He presses my head to him and thrusts a little harder.
He’d been letting me do most of the work, just rocking his hips here and there.
But now he’s fucking my mouth. He’s not rough.
I’m certain he’s being careful with me while shifting the balance of control.
He’s let me have my turn leading, and now he’s back in charge.
It’s well-timed as my jaw starts to ache from being open for so long.
“You’re going to swallow my cum, chiquita.”
I hum my agreement. He pulls back slightly to make it easier for me to take his more forceful thrusts. When I open my eyes and look up, I find him observing me. He’s aware of my comfort even in the middle of getting off.
“Rub your clit and finger yourself, chica.”
I can’t focus on my body enough to gain any relief, but I discover I’m dripping wet with arousal. He plays with my right nipple, rolling, pinching, tugging before squeezing my breast.
“Fuck, yes. Fuuuuck.”
I taste his cum as the first few jets hit my tongue.
I work to swallow as fast as I can to keep from feeling like I’m drowning.
He pulls out and jerks off twice, giving me a pearl necklace with the last few ropes of cum.
I swipe my finger through it and smear it on the nipple he just played with before pushing up my breast and licking it off.
He bends in half and sucks on my other nipple.
I’m unprepared for him to wrap his arm around my waist and lift me off the floor.
His other arm comes around me, underneath my ass, guiding my legs to wrap around his waist. He moves with such ease, it surprises me.
I scramble to grasp his shoulders. I’m tall and solid.
I don’t know any other man who could maneuver me like this without it being awkward.
Instead, it feels graceful the way he moves me the way he wants.
“I won’t drop you.”
“I know.”
He carries me to the bed and sets me down. He steps back and sheds the rest of his clothes. I pull down the covers then scoot away, making room for him. When he climbs in beside me, I recline. He follows, wrapping his arms around me as he presses his body against mine.
“You had me seeing stars, little one. That was—that was—”
He shakes his head and smiles. I left him speechless!
I cup his cheeks and press a tender kiss to his lips. Nothing exists beyond him as the kiss deepens. I love the feel of his tongue invading my mouth. The way his everything forces me to only focus on him. I open my legs, and he shifts to lie between them.
“I have an IUD, Jorge. Even though I’m on birth control, we used condoms most of the time too.
He and I were both paranoid about me getting pregnant before we were ready.
As far as I know, I’m clean. I haven’t tested since before he and I got together.
But we both did back then. I have no reason to question whether his results changed.
If he ever slept with someone else, I’m certain he wore a condom. He knows too much about STIs not to.”
I don’t want to mention another man’s name while I’m in bed with Jorge. But he deserves to know.
“I’ve never had sex without one. I don’t date. I haven’t had a girlfriend since I was seventeen. I had a couple of regular partners, but they’re not romantic. I always wore condoms with both women.”
A spark of irrational jealousy spikes through me.
Two?
Sure, I had a live-in boyfriend who I had sex with multiple times a week. But hearing he fucks two women…
At the same time?
“Had, Liesel, not have. Wore not wear.”
“Huh?”
“Past tense. They may not know it’s over, but it is.”
“Are they your subs?”
“When we roleplayed, yes. I didn’t have vanilla with either of them. But I don’t have contracts with either of them, and they weren’t daily relationships. We’d meet for sex. Nothing more.”
“Are you friends with them?”
“Friendly. But we don’t text or call to shoot the shit. We don’t hang out, and they aren’t who I’d turn to if I needed something. I will end things with both of them in the morning. I would have done it sooner, but honestly, I haven’t thought about either woman until now.”
What more can I do than nod?
“Thank you.”
I guess I can at least say that much. I’ve never had a conversation like that. I suppose they’re fuck buddies, in a way, but getting glimpses of what a D/s relationship must be makes it feel more substantial than just fuck buddies. But what do I know?
“I don’t do random hook ups, Liesel, so I don’t have any condoms. I can get some delivered if you want.”
“And I didn’t have sex in random places, so I don’t carry one either.”
“I test regularly because I’m a member of a BDSM club. That’s where I went with them. I had to provide regular proof that I’m healthy. I tested just before I left New York, and I haven’t been with anyone since then. Do you want me to order some?”
“It would be the responsible thing to do.”
Neither of us sounds thrilled at the prospect of waiting.
I reach between us and stroke his semi-erect cock.
The tip’s been pressing against my pussy, making me want to squirm.
I love the feeling of his lips feathering over my collarbone then up to the crook of my neck.
He kisses the side of my neck until he gets to my earlobe.
He flicks it with his tongue then tugs with his teeth.
My hand moves faster, my hold tighter, as he lengthens against my palm.
“I want to feel your cunt wrapped around me. I want to slide into your smooth, warm, wet pussy and never leave. I want to make you beg then make you come. I want to fill you with my cum and watch it drip from you.”
“Fuck, Daddy. Yes. I want to feel so full. I want to feel like you’re going to tear me in half because you’re so big. I want you to fuck me so hard that I’m sore tomorrow.”