Chapter 21
Twenty One
Noah
Her hand in mine burns me as I hurry to find a secluded fucking place on this goddamn beach.
Heading to the southernmost part of the Nantasket beach, I pull us towards the rocks that offer enough privacy for us to do as we please.
I find a big and the most hidden rock from the view of the public or any swimmers, and shove her against the rock, being careful not to actually hurt her in my feral need for her mouth on me.
The zipper of my jeans strains, constricting my cock. It feels like I’ll die from how hard I am for her.
Looking down at her, I tuck her hair behind her ear as the wind tries to hide her face from my view. “Are you sure, Andie?” I ask one more time, even though my insides revolt at the idea of any more delay.
“Yes,” she breathes, her chest panting hard as it brushes against mine. I love the feel of her full breasts rubbing against my chest. I want them in my mouth as I suck on those nipples.
Later.
Pressing down on her shoulders, I make her sit on her knees, but not before, taking off my shirt and stuffing it under her knees, lest she gets scratches on that perfect skin of hers.
She goes down willingly. Her hand reaches for my jeans, but I stop her. “Did I tell you to move, Andie?” My voice drops an octave.
Her hands instantly go back into her lap at the roughness in my voice, her wide eyes peering up at me as she swallows an audible gulp.
Fuck, her obedience makes me want to take her right here.
But I have to remember that everything with me is her first. So, I need to ease her into it.
“Good girl. You will not do anything unless I tell you to. Understand?” I ask, tilting her head back with her chin.
“Y…Yes,” she nods, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips.
My thumb caresses her lower lip, and she readily opens her mouth, though not sucking me in.
Fuck, she was meant to take orders in the bedroom.
“Suck,” I command, and she obeys like the good girl she is.
Her tongue flattens as she swallows my thumb whole, twirling her slick tongue around it once inside.
A groan falls from my lips as she hums, sending goosebumps spreading across my body.
I need that mouth on my cock right the fuck now. The thought has me pulling my thumb from her mouth. She chases it for a second before her ass drops back on the heels of her feet.
“Take out my cock, Rainbow,” I direct her, jerking my chin at my jeans.
She eagerly reaches out, her fingers feathering over my waist before opening the button of my jeans and pulling them and my boxers down to my knees in one go.
“Someone’s desperate.” A dark chuckle falls from my lips as her hands wrap around my length, cutting it short. “Fuck,” I curse, loving the way her touch feels.
“I’ve never done it before. Wh—What do I do?” She stutters, her hands still playing with my cock, holding it as if testing the weight of it in her palms.
Fuck! I’m—She’s going to fucking ruin me.
“You’re doing good,” I rasp, covering her hand with mine. “Just keep stroking,” I direct her, guiding her hand up and down the length of my dick as we set a perfect pace.
When it looks like she got the hang of it, my hand drops and finds purchase on her head.
“Like this?” she asks, biting her bottom lip, looking up at me innocently as if there’s anything innocent about what we’re doing.
But I’m only a man.
“Mhmm,” I give a tight nod. “Just like that. Now, take me in your mouth,” I say. One more second with her palm squeezing my cock, and I’ll be coming way before I ever slide inside her mouth like a fucking teenager getting his first blow job.
Andie doesn’t take me in. She tentatively holds her tongue out and gives my cock kitty licks, testing the water, seeing what works.
Honestly, though, anything she does will work. I groan the second her wet tongue comes in contact with my foreskin, as she continues to stroke my length.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, bracing myself because what the fuck is she doing to me? I’m not even in her mouth yet, and I’m about to unravel.
Fortunately, she opens her mouth before I make a fool of myself and sucks my cock inside.
She goes from a zero to a hundred, and I just about buckle at my knees as a full-body shudder jolts me, and I fall, my hand leaning against the rock to stay upright.
Andie Moore takes me deep in her mouth, right at the back of the throat, as if she has no fucking gag reflex.
I bite my lower lip to stop myself from pathetically whimpering. But then she moves—back and forth on my cock—and I feel my balls tighten, a knot curling low in my stomach.
Her slick tongue swirling around my cock, as her mouth hollows out, my cock hits the back of her throat again and again.
My hips start to buck, and now that I know that she barely has any gag reflex, the thread I was holding onto snaps. She doesn’t have to say it for me to understand that she doesn’t need me to treat her as if she’s made of glass.
Message received loud and fucking clear.
I pull out from her mouth entirely, gather her hair in a ponytail, and twist it around my fist.
Tipping her head back with a hold on her wet chin, I gaze into her hazy eyes as I warn her, “I’m about to wreck your mouth, Rainbow. If you want me to stop, tap my thigh twice. Understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her lips swollen like they’ve been thoroughly fucked, and I haven’t even begun yet.
A devilish smirk takes over my face. “Good girl.”
Then, without warning, I stuff my cock right into her wet, warm mouth, hitting the back of her throat. A groan of pleasure falls from my lips, as a bead of sweat dropping from my lashes on my cheek when my eyes fall shut.
“Look at you taking all of me like a desperate, needy, good girl,” I praise her with a groan. She hums around my cock as her own body vibrates with pleasure and need.
“You enjoy it, don’t you?” I murmur. “You enjoy the idea of someone catching us in public. It turns you on, doesn’t it, you good little filthy girl?” I growl, whispering dirty words to her.
She lets me know that she does, in fact, get turned on by the idea by sucking me in deeper, hollowing her cheeks out.
“Motherfucker!”
I use her mouth, and she lets me without complaint. My thrusts become rougher, sloppier with every second that passes with her mouth on me. I can hear my heart thrumming in my ears.
My eyes flutter open because I need to look at her as she takes me in.
The sight is enough to make me come—her silky hair wrapped around my fist, her mouth sucking me in like a fucking champion as she rocks back and forth on her heels, chasing her own release, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
Magnificent.
Andie Moore looks magnificent on her knees for me.
When her hand reaches out and she fondles my balls, dragging her nails through them, that is the last fucking straw. The knot in my belly unfurls, my balls and cock desperate for a release.
“I’m about to come, Andie. Tell me now if you don’t want it,” I growl. Her only answer is grabbing my hips with both her hands and pressing my cock against her, her nose touching my pubic hair.
“Fuck me,” I curse, before coming with a roar, my head falling back as the cap plops in the sand. Thanking whatever God is up there, that there’s no one around us.
The orgasm is so strong that my vision blurs at the edges, my hands seeking refuge on the rock behind her. My cock keeps on shooting ropes of come down her throat, which she greedily slurps down.
When the last of my cum washes down her lips, I pull back, my cock leaving her mouth with a plop as a string of saliva connects us before it breaks.
Just as she’s about to close her mouth, I hook my thumb in her lower teeth, and there sits my release on her tongue.
Fuck, she looks beautiful like this.
“Swallow.” A gruff command falls from my lips as I keep her mouth open. Seeing her drink down my cum with such enthusiasm, seeing her tongue and mouth work for it, makes my half-mast cock hard again.
I unwrap her hair from around my fist, and they fall back on her shoulder.
“Fuck, Rainbow. Just look at you. Sitting on your knees for me, your mouth looking well and truly ravaged by my cock, tears streaming down your face, ruining your makeup. If I were an artist, you’d be my perfect muse,” I express, caressing a hand down her head.
Her mouth falls open at my words. And so does mine, because what in the ever-loving fuck am I saying? One blow job from her and I’m suddenly fucking Shakespeare.
Shaking my head and clearing it of any weird thoughts, I train my eyes back on her and ask her the question I’ve been dying to.
“Do you want to come on my cock, Andie?”