Chapter 17 #3
Hearing him so damn needy for me makes me want to drop to my knees and fucking worship him.
“Are you sure?” I ask, eyes flicking between us.
“I trust you.”
“Fuck.” I groan, kissing him roughly. “You’re fucking amazing.”
And then I get down on my knees before him. Blake’s breath hitches, lips parting as he looks down at me with lust-filled eyes.
“If you don’t like it, if you want me to stop, just let me know okay?”
Bitting his lip, he nods.
Heart racing with excitement and anticipation, I reach for the button on his pants. Popping it open, I check in on him. He’s leaning against the bookshelf, body trembling with a mix of adrenaline, nerves and arousal.
He looks so fucking hot right now. This man is mine. All fucking mine. And I’m going to show him just how much I crave him.
Keeping my eyes on his, I lower the zipper of his jeans, then grab the waistband and tug it down enough for his cock to spring free. It’s hard, leaking and so fucking thick.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, a shiver of need running down my spine.
“What?” he asks, sounding self-conscious. He has nothing to be worried about. He’s fucking beautiful.
“Your cock.” I groan.
“What about it?” He panics.
“It’s fucking beautiful.”
“Really?”
Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I give it a squeeze.
He moans as pre-cum drips from the tip onto my hand.
“Look at this pretty cock,” I praise. “So thick and long. And those veins.” I groan, leaning in to trace them with my tongue.
He sucks in a breath, letting out a choked sound. “It’s all for me, isn’t it Blake?”
“Y-yes.” He nods eagerly. “All for you.”
“You’re such a good boy for sharing this with me. I’ll make sure to show you how much I appreciate it.”
His cheeks go blazen red, but as I wrap my lips around his cock, his eyes flutter shut. “Oh shit,” he breathes out.
I start slow, not wanting to overwhelm him. Lapping the pre-cum off his slit, I moan at the salty tang. Pushing forward, I take more and more of him, watching as he slowly comes undone for me.
This is his first time experiencing a blow job, and I want to make sure he feels good.
“Holy fuck,” he whimpers, one hand grips the bookshelf, the other grabs at my hair. “That feels good. Oh god, that feels so good.”
Smiling around his shaft, I gather more spit in my mouth and coat his cock as I pull back, then suck him into my mouth again, this time deeper. I bob my head a few times before taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
He slaps a hand over his mouth, smothering his cry, when I swallow around his shaft, his knees trembling.
Feeling pretty damn proud of myself, I get to work driving my man crazy and making him feel good. I want his cum down my throat as he breaks for me.
We don’t have a lot of time and I curse myself for starting this right now. I want to make this last, so I can give him as much pleasure as possible. Next time I will, but for now, I want his orgasm.
Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I slowly pump him as I pull back. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby. How’s it feel?”
He moves his hand, swallowing hard. “So good. Too good. I don’t think I'm going to last long.”
“That’s okay.” I lean forward and press a kiss to the tip of his cock. “We don’t have a lot of time. Just let go. Don’t think, just feel, okay?”
“Okay.” He nods his head.
I take him back in my mouth, sucking and pumping him, working him over.
His eyes flutter closed, hand back in place as he whimpers and moans. I fucking love every sound I pull from him.
My own cock is throbbing with need. I can either leave it be and deal with the pain, or take care of it myself.
You know what? Fuck it.
Undoing my jeans with my free hand, I pull my cock out, wrap my hand around it and stroke.
I moan in pleasure around Blake’s dick as I start to jerk myself.
Blake hears me, and his eyes open to see what I’m doing. His gaze lands on my cock and I feel his jerk against my tongue.
His hips thrust forward. “Fuck,” he whimpers. “Cooper, I’m close.”
I suck and lap at his cock as I squeeze and jerk it.
My hand moves over my length faster, my own orgasm quickly building.
Pleasure licks down my spine, balls heavy and aching. My head is spinning. Between his moans and the taste of him, I’m hardly holding on.
Blake grips my hair almost painfully as he starts to thrust into my mouth on instinct.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he whimpers. “Cooper, I’m gonna cum. Oh god, I’m gonna– fuck!”
He tries to pull back, but I swallow him down. I watch in awe as Blake bites his hand, doing his best to smother the sounds he makes as his cock pulses against my tongue.
Thick streams of salty cum shoot down my throat and I do my best to take it all.
Watching his eyes roll back, the groaning sounds he’s making, as his body trembles with his release, is one of the hottest things I’ve ever had the pleasure to witness.
It sends me over the edge, and my own orgasm crashes into me. With a grunt, I cum hard, my release shooting out onto the ground at Blake’s feet.
I work myself over until every last drop is gone as I finish off Blake.
When he’s done, he moves his hand, breathing heavily as he struggles to get air into his lungs.
“Holy fuck,” he pants. “Holy fuck, that was amazing.”
Pulling away from his softening cock with a pop, I lick my lips and grin up at him. “I’m glad.”
He looks down at me, chest heaving. “You’re amazing.”
“No baby, you are. And fuck,” I groan. “You taste so damn good.”
And like Blake does, his cheeks blush, embarrassed that I like the taste of his cum. Not about the fact I just gave him a blow job in the back of the library where anyone can see.
He seems to be reading my mind because our location sinks in. He looks around and quickly tucks himself away.
“Shit.” I chuckle when I see the mess I made.
“Here.” Blake grabs his book bag and pulls out some tissues, handing them to me.
Smiling, I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick off the few drops of cum that got on it.
He gapes at me, his cheeks growing a darker red. “Thanks.” I chuckle as I take the tissues and clean my mess off the ground. Thank god it’s not carpet.
Getting to my feet, I put my own dick away before checking in on Blake.
“You okay?” I ask, eyes flicking between his.
“Okay? I’m better than okay. That was amazing. When can we do it again?”
I let out a surprised laugh, joy filling my damn soul. “I’ve created a monster.”
“Yes.” He smiles wide, with an adorably dopey, blissed out look on his face. “But I’m your monster.”
“Mhm,” I hum, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “Yes, yes you are.”
And I intend to do whatever I can to keep it that way.