Chapter 11 Au Naturel
AU NATUREL
KATIE
He was wearing black boxers, so the wet patch was impossible to miss. I didn’t even know it was possible for a man to come just by performing cunnilingus. But Dex had proven me wrong.
The sound he had made when he finished still rang in my head, making the ache between my thighs return even though I’d already orgasmed twice. My body wanted more. No, I needed more. It felt like he had lit a fire in me that only he knew how to extinguish.
So, of course, I wanted to see him.
He had been face-deep between my legs, shamelessly spreading me apart and devouring me. I wanted to return the favor. Not just for his pleasure. But for mine.
The idea of seeing all of him stirred something low inside me.
“W-what?” he asked, his voice stuttering, his green eyes wide. For the first time since this started, they weren’t dark and intense. They were soft. Almost vulnerable.
I straightened my skirt and kneeled on the bed, my cheeks hot but my voice steady. “I want to see your dick.”
I maintained the eye-contact as he processed what I had said. He blinked. His gaze flickered between my face and my hands, then down to the bulge pressing against the soaked fabric of his boxers.
“But it’s soft,” he muttered, confused about why I would want to see him.
I tilted my head. “I don’t mind seeing your flaccid dick—”
“F-flaccid?” He scoffed and ran a hand through his hair. “Sweetheart, I’ve never had anyone say that to me with a straight face. Go on then. Please do me the honor. Let’s show you my very flaccid cock.”
Blood rushed to my face, but I bit my lip as he stepped closer, standing at the edge of the bed. My fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers, and I tried to keep my eyes on the fabric instead of the way his torso looked. Taut abs and the sharp vee of his hips that made my mouth water.
Later. I promised myself. I will explore him later.
I tugged the fabric down.
My lips parted, and I had to reel in my gasp. And he was soft?!
How can someone be so… while soft!
“Did you… get penis enlargement surgery?” I blurted without thinking.
“What?” Dex glanced down at himself, then back at me with a low chuckle. “No, Katie. This is au naturel.”
It was… pretty. In a filthy way. The head was flushed from his orgasm, thick and swollen. Veins traced down the length, making it look heavier. Thicker. There was a small beauty mark right on his shaft, near the tip, making it look adorably sexy. I had a strange urge to kiss that spot.
But I couldn’t even imagine how he walked around with something like that between his legs.
And then, it twitched.
I gasped and jumped back, my eyes wide with shock. “It moved!”
“Yeah.” He bit his lip to stifle his laugh and said, “He twitches when he likes the attention.”
That was such an alien experience.
My face burned hotter, but I couldn’t look away. I inspected him as if he were a rare jewel under a glass case, and he let me, cheeks faintly flushed, chest rising and falling faster as my gaze lingered.
“I never thought they came in your size,” I admitted, immediately slapping a hand over my mouth. “Sorry. I should think before I speak.”
“Don’t be.” He shook his head, enjoying the way I was humoring him. “Keep talking. I like it when you compliment my cock.”
I looked again and swallowed hard as I realized he was slowly getting hard.
Right in front of me.
Oh wow.
He smirked, brimming with confidence and a hint of arrogance. “I take it you like what you see?”
I hummed, unable to stop my thighs from pressing together. “It’s… very impressive.”
He gave me a mock bow. “Thank you.” Then he tucked himself back into his boxers. “Now, excuse me for a second. I’ll be right back.”
I nodded as he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the shower starting a few minutes later.
“He was half-hard,” I said to myself, peeling off my ruined stockings. He had torn a hole straight through the middle anyway. With a sigh, I tossed them aside and sank back into the bed.
Why didn’t he ask for my help?
Why didn’t I offer?
My sister was right. I needed to put myself out there more and ask for what I wanted. Dex had been willing to indulge my curiosity, my demands even, so why hadn’t I just… asked?
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. The screen was lit as it was still recording. My breath caught as I replayed the moment he hovered over me, teasing me through my stockings and panties.
“You’re a delight when I tease you,” his voice was full of lust in the video.
My stomach tightened, heat pooling low as I watched him kiss—
“Already rewatching it?”
My head jerked up. Dex leaned against the wall, wearing nothing but a towel and a smirk, water dripping down the ridges of his chest. His voice dropped into that low drawl that made me shiver.
“I didn’t know you were so greedy, Miss Katie.”
I froze, my eyes following the trail of droplets as they slid over his pecs, down his abs, disappearing into the edge of the towel.
“Didn’t I satisfy you enough?” he asked, prowling toward me. His hands braced on either side of my ankle, the mattress dipping under his weight. “Do you want me to use my tongue this time… or my hands? Or maybe my co—”
“Shh. Stop.” I lifted my arms, cutting him off. I loved that he was so eager, but I needed a pause. “We need to talk.”
He straightened, frowning slightly as I pushed up from the bed. My knees wobbled, but before I could stumble, he caught my arm and guided me to the armchair.
“You need sugar,” he said, grabbing a bottle of water.
“I’ve got a protein bar,” I offered, rising, but his look stopped me cold. So I stayed seated. It was kind of amusing to see him walk around the room in nothing but a towel. But the towel was wrapped very sturdily. Boo.
“You need to stay hydrated,” he insisted, tearing the wrapper and handing me the bar.
“This has never happened to me before,” I said, taking a small bite. “I don’t usually get dizzy.”
“Usually?” His brow arched.
“Yeah. I mean…” I swallowed, heat creeping up my cheeks. “I use toys. And my hands. But I’ve never gotten—”
“Wait.” He crouched down beside me, eyes wide. “Sorry to interrupt you, but did you just say toys?”
“Yes,” I said slowly.
“Oh.” His lips parted, shock flashing across his face.
“I’m twenty-nine, Dex,” I reminded him, setting the protein bar aside. “Just because I don’t have much experience with men or women doesn’t mean I don’t know how to please myself. With or without toys.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said quickly, shaking his head. A second later his mouth curved. “I’d like to see that sometime.”
Dex, watching me use my hands and toys to get off?
Why does it sound so hot?
He stood, pulling himself back into some semblance of professionalism. As professional as one could look after tearing through my clothes and making me come undone with his mouth. Twice.
“What is it that you wanted to talk about?” he asked.
My throat tightened.
Right. Let’s get to it.
“We have to end our sessions here,” I said, watching him stiffen buttoning his shirt. “I cannot see you—hire you again.”
“Why?” His jaw clenched. “Because I’m too young? Because I enjoy eating you out too much? Or because you found out I’m Dy—”
“No!” I cut him off, standing up. I faced him and blinked at the height difference. I didn’t know he’d be so much taller without my heels. But I kept my chin high and crossed my arms. “I think the age-gap between us is acceptable and… I enjoyed it when you performed cunnilingus on me.”
“Then what is it?” He asked, almost whining as a pout formed on his mouth. Cute.
“This.” I pursed my lips and pointed down at the towel still wrapped stubbornly around his hips and said,
“Your penis is the problem.”