23. Piper
CHAPTER 23
Piper
I don't know what I'm doing here. Not exactly, anyway, but I do have lots of research on this particular subject under my belt that was necessary to make the love scenes in my books more believable, and that has to count for something.
Right?
Besides, maybe I don't need to be an expert.
After all, I just want to love on my man and make him feel very good in the process, so even if I make a mistake, I can't go wrong.
That's what he said the first time I had my hands on him, right?
I slide a bit lower over him and then push his thighs further apart while my fingers slide beneath the waistband of his boxers and start to roll it downward. Slowly and all the time, keeping my bespectacled eyes on him, ‘cause I know he loves eye contact whenever we’re together just as much as I do, no matter what might be doing.
I keep on moving my body lower, all the while rolling his boxers down until his hard erection springs free, and I come eye-level with it.
I see in his eyes that he wants me to touch his cock, but I ignore it for now, choosing to run my hands up and down his thighs instead until I see pre-cum pearling at his tip.
I give another tug to his boxers, and Gage helps me pull them all the way off, and now he’s completely naked while I’m still in my usual writing summer attire of calf-baring leggings and a matching tank. He always teases me that for all that I hate exercising, I’ve got more gym wear than he –the sports buff– does.
The contrast of feeling his warm naked skin against my still-clothed body is doing something to me. Somehow, it’s making things hotter.
Then again, I might just be feeling hotter from looking at him spread under me in all his giant muscled glory as he stares up at me like it’s taking everything in him not to flip us over and take control.
All the restrained strength of his taut body is doing all kinds of crazy things to my pink bits.
I see his cock jump and jerk out of the corner of my eye, and my gaze snaps away from Gage’s handsome face and back to meet his still-extending length.
Damn, he is seriously –almost scarily– huge, a fact that both arouses me and makes me wonder how the hell he’s going to fit all of that… manliness inside of me when even taking more than one of his long fingers has been too big of a stretch for me — literally .
I go back to caressing his six-pack and then lower, my finger trailing closer and closer to the base of his swelling hardness.
The barest touch of my index makes his cock harden even more, and it starts to bob in front of me, almost as if reaching for me, as crazy at it might sound.
I push my hair behind my ear, lean forward to kiss the large, shiny head, and feel the entire length jerk again.
I give one slow little lick to the tiny slit at the top, sweeping up his pre-cum with my tongue as I go.
A deep guttural growl leaves Gage's mouth as I moan at his taste and at the powerful rush of desire that I feel at the knowledge that I can bring him to such desperate need for my loving so quickly.
“Baby…” he hisses through his teeth with a dark edge to his voice that makes me feel oh-so-very powerful.
I love that I can make him this crazy this fast, and I haven’t done anything yet. It’s only fair, after all, since he’s capable of making me melt into a hot puddle with a single kiss or touch or… anything, really. He’s doing it even now with the heated look in his eyes.
“What?” I ask, smiling at him, one of my hands going around his base, the other palming his balls and giving them a gentle squeeze that makes his hips arch into my grip.
He starts to sit up a little, his stomach tense and the crown of his erection throbbing under my lips.
“I… I don’t think I can control myself if you do that, baby,” he grits out.
I look up at him, keeping one fist around him and using my other hand to gently push him to lie back again.
“You said I could play, and it was my show… and besides, I don’t want you to control yourself, love. I want you to enjoy yourself…”
He huffs out a breath and closes his eyes for a moment, covering them with the back of his hand.
The hand comes right off, and his eyes pop open the second my mouth covers his large tip this time, and I start to suckle him a little.
“Fuck, baby! You really want to do this?” he asks, looking down the length of his body and straight into my eyes, all the while huffing and puffing.
I look at him and nod, keeping my lips clamped around his tip, and more of his flavor hits my tongue.
I moan around the head of his cock, trying to compare the taste to something I know but drawing up a blank.
It’s salty and a bit strange, but not bad. I like it, and more than anything, I like what it signifies.
I pull my mouth away for a moment and look at my man.
“I really like your flavor, hon. It’s kinda salty, just like you. Can’t wait to taste the real thing, though…”
He gives me a glare so hot that not just my pussy, but my whole being clenches on itself.
“Keep talking dirty to me, and you’ll get a mouthful entirely too soon, babe,” he growls, and I have to push my thighs together in need.
I scoot down and lower myself even more as I settle more comfortably between his open thighs, my hands still playing with his sack and curling around his base.
I start to stroke up and down his length, trying to take in a few more inches past the crown, which is all that I have in my mouth so far, but I don’t have much luck working Gage’s considerable girth past my lips.
This is going to take some serious practice to accomplish.
I try again and choke a bit, so I have to pull back for a sec to take a full breath.
Gage’s hand reaches down to cup my cheek and stroke me there. “Just take it slow, baby. Only take as much as you can…”
I let go of a shaky breath and go back to kissing and licking over his slit and around his head.
A new spurt of pre-cum splashes onto my tongue, and I look up at him as I try to suck him deeper into my mouth. I can only manage to pull a couple of inches beyond his large crown past my lips, but I try to work with what I’ve got, adding to his pleasure by using my fist to pump his length upward to meet my mouth, all the while keeping my eyes on him.
I see and hear him grunt and throw his head back over the pillows before he goes back to focus on me. It’s like he can’t look away, and for some reason, this thought makes me even hotter.
I can tell he likes when I lick the little slit at the top of his crown and when I tap my tongue against the underside of it where I can feel a huge vein throbbing under a ridge of hot, taut, silky-soft skin, so I keep doing these things, alternating them with a steady suction.
Now, this, I think he likes the most because the further down I pull him past my lips, and the more I suck around his head in the process, the more pre-cum I feel seep out of him.
If I really want to make him feel good, this seems to be the way to go about it.
Besides, I'm really enjoying myself.
I wasn't sure I would, but he seems to love licking my pussy, so I thought I should at least try, and in any case, I would love giving him pleasure even if the act itself wasn't too palatable —pun-intended– but it turns out I shouldn't have worried because doing this for him is really fun and it's giving me a heady feeling.
I love all the sexy grunts and groans that leave his throat while I have him in my mouth. I love that I can feel how warm and soft the skin covering his whole hard length is, like velvet spread over hot steel, and I love how his cock throbs and pulses between my lips, I love its taste and how the delicate ridge of the crown feels against my tongue every time I lap at it.
I love it all.
I suck him as forcefully as I can, keeping both of my hands splayed over his thighs, and I can finally see some of his control really starting to crack as his hips begin to rock up to meet my sinking mouth.
My glasses get skewed by all the moving around, and I stop to take them off, all the while keeping the head of his erection firmly held between my lips.
I fold them closed and put them down at my side before going back to suckle his tip.
Gage picks them up again and pushes them back onto the bridge of my nose.
I look up at him in surprise, my eyes widening.
“I like them on,” he grits out, his voice filled with so much lust and desire that it makes me shiver all over and turns my panties into an even wetter mess than they were up until now.
I try to smile at him, not an easy thing to do with a mouth this full of him, and when my front teeth barely graze his skin, he groans, his body going rigid, his back coming off the bed.
I go to pull away, afraid I might have hurt him, but he anticipates me.
“It’s okay! More than okay, baby… don’t worry… just… gentle with the teeth…”
I nod, doubling my efforts to try and suck a few more inches past my lips.
After a few tries I get it done, but more than half of his length is still left out.
No way I can take more…
I feel one of his long fingers brush some of my hair away from my forehand before his large palm cups one of my cheeks and strokes me there. “You are doing so good for me, baby,” he praises, and I feel a warm glow spread from my heart to my lower stomach.
I take my mouth away to breathe and then go back to sucking on the head, working the little slit at the top with my tongue, and Gage groans my name, the hand that he was using to caress my cheek going to my nape to hold me there. “Fuck, love, just like that! Suck my cock… just the head, just like that… now… harder, baby… harder!”
I do as he asks, trying to add more pressure to my suction to please him, and he grunts as more pre-cum slips out of him, dripping in my mouth while his fingers dig into my skin as he clutches the back of my neck.
It’s a thing that, for some reason, makes me so hot I have a Mini-O right here and right now.
I moan around his cock, pushing my legs together to try and give myself some release, but it’s no use: I want to feel him there, his mouth, his fingers…
But first, I need to make him come into my mouth.
I flatten my tongue over his tip, and he groans again.
“Fuck! Shit! Hands, baby! Hands!” he orders, the hand he had on my nape now is working its way into my hair as he partially sits up, his voice low and dark, his breath choppy. He sounds like he’s struggling to push each word out, and I love that I have the power to make him lose his mind like this and feel this much bliss.
I pull my hands away from where they are resting against his thighs and bring them up to his erection, guiding one to grab his balls while the other firmly grips him around the base of his cock. Gage goes back to lying fully on the bed, his breath sounding chopped as he swears softly.
He keeps on praising me and encouraging me, his voice a rough whisper now.
I start to massage the sack of his balls, and his length immediately reacts to my touch, jerking and pumping more salty pre-cum into my mouth as Gage’s hips go back to arch up into my mouth despite his best efforts to hold still under my ministrations.
I go back to sucking the head, trying to turn my lips into the tightest possible ring I can manage around his considerable girth, all the while running my tongue back and forth over the underside of his cock crown and massaging the rest of his stiff length with one hand as the other alternates between squeezing his balls and gripping his base as hard as I know he can stand since that's what he likes.
It doesn't take me much to get him to the brink like this.
His hips start to work against my face again, and I lower my chest to his legs, trying to keep him still the best I can.
Gage lets go of this sexy-as-hell animalistic grunt that makes my core throb for him.
“Fuck, Piper! This feels so fucking good! Too fucking good! I can’t… I can’t… can’t hold on much longer! Take your mouth away, baby!”
I fasten my lips harder around his erection and shake my head. ‘No,’ looking up at him from between his legs.
He swears again, and I feel one of his hands tighten in my hair as he tries to pull me off himself. “Baby, let go! I’m going to… going to come in your mouth if you don’t! Fuck!”
I make myself hold his stare without stopping the up-and-down motion of my head around his length while still keeping the tip trapped between my sealed lips.
I want him to lose control completely, just like I always do with him whenever he has his delicious mouth on me.
He huffs and puffs, the hand in my hair moving to my nape again as he starts to stroke me there.
“You sure?” he asks, his voice all ragged and hot, his eyelids at half-mast as he looks down at me with burning fire in his eyes.
I redouble my efforts and suck on him even harder to answer his question, and he swears again.
I look away from his erection and up at him again just in time to see all of his muscles lock up at once as his back becomes rigid, his thighs and arms seemingly turning to stone, all the veins showing, as he grunts in pleasure and then starts to shake all over, making me feel inordinately proud of myself.
“Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Baby, I’m gonna… gonna…”
That’s all the warning I get before I feel his cock forcefully jerk into my grip, and then a rush of hot, salty liquid hits my tongue and fills my mouth as I hear his breathless moan of pleasure.
My eyes widen behind the lenses of the askew frame that’s no longer steady on my nose as I try to swallow all he has to give to me.
I had no idea it could be so much!
The more I suck on him, the more cum I drink down, the louder the groans and moans that rip free from his powerful chest become, and the tighter the grip of his hand on my neck gets.
I love it.
I’ve read and been told more than once that men really love when their women do this for them, but I had no idea doing it would be so intense for the both of us.
I wait for him to finish dripping the last of his seed onto my tongue, and then I finally take my mouth off of him.