21. Use Me
USE ME
KATIE
My heart hammered in my chest as I looked at him through my lashes. Anxious anticipation kept me rooted in place. My breath hitched in my throat when I watched his ears flush pink, his pupils dilating and his lips swollen from our kiss.
“W-what?” he asked, blinking rapidly, his voice thick with confusion and desire.
I took a deep breath and said, “I want to pleasure you.”
“You already are,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. He said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
My cheeks heated, and the persistent buzz of the vibrator annoyed me more than I cared to admit. I was going to press it against my aching pussy while the sex tape played on my phone before Dylan interrupted me. I turned it off and took a deep breath.
“I mean…” I started, my voice trembling as I tried to sound composed, ignoring his heated gaze. “I want to su—I… suck y-your… cock?”
The last part was almost inaudible, and I doubt he even heard me.
But the way his dick twitched and pulsed through his jeans told me otherwise.
“Katie,” he whispered. “Y-you can’t just say that to tease me.”
I sat up straighter on the bed, my hands nervously fidgeting in my lap. “I’m not teasing you… I mean, I want to, but I meant it.” I tried to look as sincere as I could. “I want to suck your cock.”
His lips parted, breath hitching, and I could see his pulse quicken in his throat.
So I continued, “But I don’t… I have never. So you’ll have to teach me.”
“Teach you?”
“Yes.”
“Teach you how to suck my cock?”
“That’s what I said,” I nodded firmly.
“Oh, wow.”
Dylan looked stunned. Speechless. A mixture of awe, shock, and surprise flickered across his handsome face. If I weren’t so serious, the expression would have made me laugh.
“I… I need a moment,” he said, standing up from the bed and pacing around the room with a boner in his pants.
I stayed where I was, my lips tingling with the awareness of the steamy kiss we had shared moments ago. If it wasn’t for my conscience, I would have asked—demanded—him to have sex with me right then and there.
But reality reminded me that Amanda was sleeping soundly just next door. And I didn’t think I would be comfortable doing it in such a rush.
“Okay,” Dylan said, nodding to himself. “I’m ready.”
I eyed his nervous expression and tilted my head. “Are you?”
“Fuck yeah,” he said, leaning down to kiss my knuckles, his voice low and earnest. “I’ve dreamed about this so many times that I had to make sure it wasn’t another dream.”
He dreamed about me asking to give him a blowjob and teach me how to suck his impressive cock? Strange.
Nonetheless, his words made me blush.
I closed the space between us, pulling him into a deep, hungry kiss with my hand cupping the back of his warm neck. He melted into it. I hummed softly when he seemed to relax entirely.
When we finally broke apart, I smiled. “See? This isn’t a dream.”
He grinned back, his green eyes bright and gentle. “Of course not. Dream Katie isn’t nearly as hot as real Katie.”
“Flirt,” I said, rolling my eyes. I was about to get off the bed when he grabbed my arm, stopping me.
“Where are you going?”
“On the floor,” I replied. “To give you a blowjob?”
If it were possible, his cheeks flushed even deeper. “No. I mean… your knees will hurt, and you might get bruised,” he said, stammering.
“I can just stand, and you—”
I will confess. I didn’t know much about men. But from everything I read online, no man would trail off getting their dick sucked by a willing partner.
Yet Dylan seemed insistent on procrastinating getting his penis sucked.
Truly strange.
“Dylan,” I said, taking his hands and gently pulling him toward the edge of the bed. “Can you shut up and let me play with you?”
His eyes widened as he nodded slowly.
I smiled, squeezing his hand, my voice soft but commanding. “Can you say it? So I know you’re consenting—”
“Yes, God yes, Katie,” he breathed out, barely able to stop himself. “Do whatever you want with me. With my body, with my cock. Play however you want. Use me.”
His words sent a shiver straight through me, making my core clench.
I kissed his forehead, then lowered myself between his thighs, a shy smile playing on my lips.
My hands trailed from his taut abs down to his hips, fumbling slightly as I struggled to lower the zipper of his jeans. Time seemed to slow down. Just him and me, cocooned in a bubble of heat, anticipation, and lust.
My inexperience showed when I awkwardly fumbled with his pants, but he didn’t mind. He stepped in, easing them down until he was in nothing but white boxers, the fabric already stained with pre-cum.
His eyes—which were bright green moments ago—darkened to jade as he watched me part my lips and lick the wet spot through the thin material.
Dylan cursed, and the erotic sound raised goosebumps all over my body. I sucked him through his boxers, repeating the same actions he had done that night when he had licked me through my panties.
“Fuck—ugh!” he exhaled sharply, his breath hitching as goosebumps rose on my skin from the rawness in his voice when I kept teasing him.
“S-stop,” he murmured, his voice straining and cheeks flushing. “Just… remove my boxers. Please.”
“Yeah?” I asked, licking my lips, the hunger and desire to please him growing. “You want me to get rid of your boxers, Dylan?”
“Please, Katie.” His dick pulsed harder as he nodded. “I’ll be your good boy and stay still. I’ll let you do whatever you wa—fuckme.”
I slowly pulled down his boxers, marveling at his pretty length before holding it in my hand. It was hard, impossibly thick, and every pulse sent heat through my fingertips.
How the hell could something so big fit well inside me when I could barely wrap my hand around it?
But those thoughts vanished as his whimpers and moans flooded the space between us, stoking my desire.
I was far more aroused than I had expected to be, lost in the sensation of his hot skin under my tongue, licking the small beauty mark on his shaft.
The way his body trembled beneath my touch, the lewd faces he made and the intoxicating weight of his cock in my hand.
Everything made my senses overwork until the only goal I had in my mind was to make him cum.
“J-just don’t use your teeth,” Dylan gasped, his breathing ragged when I leaned in closer to lick the fat mushroom tip that was glistening.
He let out a low curse, sending another shiver through me when I repeated my actions. I hummed, tasting the faint soap and masculine scent of him. I cupped his length, admiring the ridges of veins traveling from the base with his trimmed hair to the tip and followed the same path with my tongue.
“K-Katie!” he groaned, his hips flexing instinctively.
“Yes, Dylan?” I asked with a smile and fully enjoyed the way he unraveled under my touch.
He almost pouted. “You’re being mean.”
“Am I now?” I teased, my lips brushing his tip again as another bead of pre-cum leaked, my thumb caressing the crown.
“Uh-huh,” he breathed, desperately humping my hand. “Stop teasing me.”
“But you said I could do whatever I want, no?” I asked, raising my brow and ignoring the way his eyes darkened. “You told me I could play with you. Use you, even. Was that all a lie?”
“No,” he answered quickly, shaking his head. “Fuck no. But just… please… take me in your mouth. Please.”
I could never tire of hearing him beg.
“Watch me,” I whispered, wrapping my lips around his cock and following his wish.