Chapter 12 #2
“Take it out.” His voice sounded low and strained, and the bulge I caressed jumped, trying to break free.
I ran my hands along the smooth, fine wool to the zipper and dragged it down. The sound of the slider catching and releasing the teeth echoed around the room, filling the space where our breaths should have been.
Dark green silky boxers came into view, stretched tight over his hard cock, outlining it in a way that made it look obscene and massive.
I swallowed hard at the sight.
“It won’t bite you,” Duke said, startling me out of my focus. I didn’t know how long I had been sitting there staring at him.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said gently. He let go of my hair and ran an equally gentle finger along my cheek.
“That isn’t—I’m not scared. Just taking a moment.” I glared at him. He just smiled and ran his fingers through my hair.
“I know. You need time to admire me. I’m glorious.” He had a teasing glint in his eyes as he returned his hands to my hair.
“So full of yourself,” I chided as I shook my head.
“Play your cards right and you’ll be the one full of me.”
I snorted with laughter.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?” He played with my hair as we spoke, staring at the silky red strands.
“Know exactly what to say to put me at ease. Know what I need.” I balanced myself on his thighs, still on my knees before him, wanting to suck his cock. This whole situation intimidated me, but he was still my best friend.
“I know you.”
He didn’t push me. No more instructions. He just stood there, cock almost out, combing through my hair, waiting for me to decide what I wanted to do.
“If I say no, what happens?”
Duke slid down the wall and brought us face to face. I hadn’t realized how much I strained my neck looking at his giant frame until I no longer had to.
“Nothing happens to us, Lily.” He ran his fingers along my cheek and cupped my jaw, the sensation soothing. I focused on that touch. “You are the most important person in the world to me, and I never want to do anything to hurt you. Whether you say yes or no, that will never change.”
I nodded my head.
“It was all just too much for a second. I want this, but can you—can you just show me your penis?” I spoke quickly, afraid that if I didn’t get the words out fast, they wouldn’t come out at all.
My voice squeaked on the word penis and my cheeks heated in embarrassment, but Duke still looked patient, if a bit amused.
“Don’t call it a penis while we’re having sex.”
“Sorry, can I see your John Thomas?” My lips twitched, trying to hold back a smile. I’d looked up euphemisms for penis just to tease him when we were younger, and it thrilled me to use them now.
“That’s somehow worse.”
“Oh, right, sorry. How about willy? Can I see your willy?” I walked my fingers along his chest to his abs. Duke laughed and shook his head.
“Nope. I’d rather you call it a John Thomas than a willy. Willy makes it sound tiny and small and like it will never be hard again.”
He stood briefly to take off his shoes and pants before sitting on the floor with me. He still didn’t take off his underwear to show me his toadstool and dingleberries. I giggled at the thought and opened my mouth to share it with him, but he slammed his hand over my mouth before I could.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled playfully.
“Call it a cock and I’ll show it to you, call it anything else, and I’ll put it away for the night.
Understood?” He used the same tone earlier when I asked if he wanted me to lick him.
The tone I liked and wanted more of. The one that shot tingles down my spine and made my insides all warm and gooey.
His hand still covered my mouth, so I just nodded. He looked skeptical, but pulled his hand away.
I straightened out my back, still kneeling in front of him, and put my hands in my lap. I lowered my head and tried to flutter my lashes. I was never good at it. I hoped it came across as exaggerated innocence to cover for my actual ineptitude.
His lips twitched .
“Duke, can you show me your cock? Please?”
His lips twitched again, and then he laughed at me. Laughed at me! Good. I had hoped he would find it funny. I wasn’t practiced at sexy, but if I made him laugh, maybe it would be ok.
I sat back, leaning against my hands and spreading my legs out in a vee so I could get a good view. I waved my hand to encourage him to get on with the show.
“Now, just be aware that this conversation has, uh, deflated me a bit. Actually, that’s probably a good thing. Just don’t make any assumptions based on his current state.”
“His?”
“My cock isn’t a ‘she,’ that’s for sure.”
Duke slipped his thumbs into the edge of his green silk boxers and pulled them down with no more delay.
I’d seen plenty of pictures. I’d even watched porn, more out of curiosity than desire. Other than the size, he looked, well, normal. The ones in the pictures, hard or soft, weren’t quite so—big.
My mouth opened in shock.
“This is ‘deflated?’”
I watched the skin on his shaft move as he stroked it up and then down, highlighting the length and girth of the beast in his hands. I was right to be intimidated before.
“Not for long, if you keep looking at it like that.”
“Right. What will it be like?” I didn’t even mean to ask that out loud.
“Keep going on about the size of my cock and you’re going to give me a big head.” He stroked it again, and I watched it grow more.
“I think you already have one.” I licked my lips and imagined what it would be like to take him in my mouth, into my body.
Duke’s eyes shone with a hint of… something new when I looked up at him. Something I’d only seen once before. It was the same look he gave me before he so thoroughly pleasured me with his mouth just the other day. Something like hunger and yearning, but that couldn’t be right.
“Wha—what does it feel like?” I asked as I watched him run his hand along it slowly.
“Come, touch it.”
I didn’t mean that way. What I would feel when I touched it wasn’t the loudest thought in my mind. I wanted to know what he felt like when he touched himself, when he looked at me, when he thought of me touching him. I didn’t know how to ask that, so instead I sat up and brought my hand to him.
“Oh,” I said as I touched it.
He felt silky smooth and had grown impossibly larger in the time he had been stroking himself. I ran my finger along the head of him, picking up a bead of pre-cum that had appeared at his slit. I stared at the drop on my finger before bringing it to my mouth and closing my lips around it.
“Damn,” Duke whispered as he tightened his hand at the base of his now hard cock. He locked his eyes on my mouth as I tasted him. I loved the salty taste, but the slimy texture stayed on my tongue and made me cringe, just a little.
“I’m not sure I would want to, uh, swallow… that,” I said when I pulled my finger out of my mouth.
“You don’t have to.”
“Good. I still want—” I swallowed “—I still want to lick you.” I didn’t realize how close I’d gotten to his cock, but it was right there by my mouth, ready for my tongue.
Duke’s hand ran through my hair again and settled on the back of my head. Though he didn’t apply pressure to move me forward, it was enough encouragement that the last of my reservations melted away.
Salt burst across my tongue and musk filled my nose as I licked the head. It wasn’t as bad without my finger as the intermediary. It didn’t taste too different from skin. Which, of course, made perfect sense, since it was skin. I didn’t know what I was expecting.
“Lily,” Duke interrupted my thoughts. His voice sounded… odd, strained in a way I hadn’t heard before. I took it as a good sign and ran my tongue around the head again.
“That’s good,” he praised me as he used his grip on my head to bring me closer.
The cold tile dug into my knees, but I hardly noticed as I brought my hand up to join Duke’s on his cock. It felt warm and smooth, like silk pulled tight over heated steel.
“Show me what you like,” I said when I pulled back. My hand sat right next to his and I couldn’t drag my eyes away from the sight. I couldn’t quite wrap my hand around him, and his larger hands next to mine made me feel delicate.
He let go of his cock and covered my hand, applying pressure and moving us up and down. I tried to memorize the feel of him, the exact amount of pressure, the speed that he moved so I could get it just right in the future.
“Take the head into your mouth,” he said. Commanded, a small voice in my head corrected. I rubbed my legs together at the tone, needing friction. I whimpered and then leaned forward again to take him into my mouth.
He hissed and changed my angle. I knew enough to keep my teeth to myself, but accomplishing that while still bringing him pleasure would take more time to learn than the thirty seconds I’ve been doing this.
Rationally, I knew this, but emotionally, I wanted to be so amazing right from the start that he never even thought of another woman again.
I’m not sure where that bit of jealousy came from. I’d never felt like that before for anyone, much less Duke, but then we were nothing like this. He had never been half naked on his knees before me with his cock in my mouth.
I squirmed more and brought my other hand up to his thigh while I sucked.
Unsure of what else to do, I ran my tongue around the head and then swiped it along the slit where more pre-cum flowed.
Straight from the source, it wasn’t so bad.
Duke groaned when I followed the path again and circled his glans.
“Stroke me while you suck,” Duke said. He kept my head firmly in place.
The illusion of losing control over my head, of being a tool for his pleasure, thrilled me.
My core tightened, as if there was a direct line between it and that hand.
If only he pulled just right, I might explode without being touched.
I mimicked the pressure and pace he had set earlier as I kept exploring him with my tongue. I didn’t realize my other hand had drifted from his thigh to his cock until I felt the prickles of his hair. I wanted nothing more than to explore him more, but I needed to see.
With one last suckle and circle around his head, I pulled my mouth off him. I watched as his foreskin moved along the shaft it encompassed and brought my hand to hover near his balls.
“Can I—can I touch them?” His gaze homed in on where my hands were touching him, like he needed to see it, as well.
“Yes.” His voice was lower than usual, full of gravel and too fast breaths .
Softly, I ran my finger along them until I met my other hand at his root.
“Cup them. Roll them around.”
I did as he bid, and then leaned down to lick along his cock, following a meandering path along his veins back to the head.
His hips thrust forward before he caught himself and stilled for my exploration.
I tried to meet his eyes, difficult to do from this angle, but his head was thrown back, leaning against the wall, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
I took him back into my mouth and sucked while my hands kept up their work.
Duke let out a sharp breath and his hand tightened into my hair again.
I wondered what it would take to get him to lose control, to use his grip to push me down on him deep until I choked.
I let out a small whimper at the thought. What the fuck was wrong with me?
The doorbell rang, startling me from my task and making us both jump.
“Shit,” he said when I wasn’t careful enough.
“Sorry. Oh, my god. Are you ok?” I sat there stupidly with my hand on his cock while the doorbell rang again.
“We forgot about the food.” I snatched my hands back and jumped to get it. “Stay here. Of course you will. You aren’t wearing pants.”
I ran from the room, not even remembering to wash my hands before I grabbed the food and slammed the door in the poor driver’s face. Hopefully, Duke tipped him well when he ordered.