Chapter 10 #3
“Well Oliver was wrong.” I take off my hat, carefully placing it on the dresser. My coat quickly follows. Banjo watches me with rapt attention.
“Am I in trouble?” he asks. He almost sounds hopeful, though that might be wishful thinking on my part. “I didn’t mean to be bad, Tav, I swear.”
His eagerness to be good for me makes me feral. How I thought I could resist this man, a man who would do anything he could to make me happy, is beyond me. But I suppose there are some lines I don’t have to cross. I can still exert some small modicum of control over myself and this situation.
“You are very much in trouble,” I scold, managing to make it seem like I mean it. I’m used to playing a role. “I have decided to be merciful today, so I suppose I’ll let you make it up to me.”
It’s refreshing to say those words in this context, like I’m erasing the terrible things I did earlier with something good.
I want to forget everything that happened between waking up in bed with Banjo and crawling back in bed with him now.
Losing myself to Banjo might be the only way to make that happen.
If it's not, at least I’ll have gotten several orgasms out of it.
“Please,” Banjo begs, his hands fisting into the sheets beneath him. “Please lemme make it up to you. I’ll do anythin’.”
“I know you will, darling,” I soothe, continuing to undress. It’s difficult to take my boots off without sitting, but I manage to do it somewhat gracefully.
The corset vest I wear under the coat is next. Part of me wishes I didn’t bother with so many layers for this outfit, but looking the part has always been important to me. These clothes are my armor.
Besides, Banjo doesn’t seem to mind. He devours me with his eyes as I slowly remove each garment, unstrapping the pistol from my thigh before letting my pants and undergarments drop.
I’m still wearing a flowy long sleeve undershirt, which will have to be fine with Banjo.
It’s been over fifteen years since I’ve been completely naked with a partner, and I don’t plan on starting today.
I loosen the top few buttons, at least, letting a sliver of my chest show.
The shirt is long enough to cover my erect cock, and Banjo lets out a pitiful little whine when he realizes he’s not going to get a glimpse.
“Behave,” I chide, climbing into bed to straddle his chest. He looks up at me, lips parted ever so slightly as he takes in quick, shallow breaths. “You want to be good for me, yes?”
He nods quickly, eager as ever. “Are you gon’ touch me?”
“Oh, sweet boy.” I trace the curve of his jaw with the tip of my pointer finger, not quite making contact with his skin.
It’s still enough to make him shiver. “No.” The disappointment on his face is so obvious, I have to bite back a laugh.
“I don’t have to touch you to get off, not when I can sit on that pretty little face of yours.
” It takes Banjo a moment to realize what I’m suggesting.
He lets out an excited groan when he finally does.
“I ain’t ever done that before,” he admits, licking his lips. He doesn’t seem thrown off by the idea, not in the slightest. “But I told you, I’m a real good learner.”
“I’m counting on it. And if you’re good and don’t touch yourself, I’ll reward you.”
“Can I touch you?” Banjo asks, his hands already hovering at my hips. I pretend to think about it for a moment.
“Mm, I suppose,” I sigh before moving further up the bed. I grip the headboard as I lower myself down onto his face. “Now show me what you can do with that tongue.”
When Banjo’s hands meet my bare skin, they’re so hot I expect to hear a sizzle.
He spreads my cheeks, nuzzling between them to lick at my entrance.
This may be his first time, but he’s not the slightest bit hesitant.
The soft strokes of his tongue send jolts of pleasure up my spine, replacing the ache I’m so used to, I don’t even notice it anymore.
He swirls his tongue around the tight ring of muscle, poking and prodding until I’m rocking down, trying to push him deeper.
It’s been so long since I’ve been with a partner, I was slightly worried I’d forgotten how to do this.
My body remembers though, and it opens quickly under the enthusiastic strokes of Banjo’s tongue.
Banjo sucks and licks at me like a man starved. I groan in response, letting my head fall back as I grind down against his mouth. “Stars, you are a fast learner,” I mutter, managing to get the words out between gasps for breath.
Banjo doesn’t reply, probably because I’m nearly suffocating him with my weight.
I try to shift more onto my knees to give him some relief.
Banjo makes a frustrated sound, immediately tugging me back down until I sit firmly on his face again.
I can’t help it. I laugh, a real, honest kind of laugh wrung out of me by pure pleasure.
Who am I to argue with what Banjo wants, especially when it’s what I want as well?
Even so, I suppose I should give him an out in case it becomes too much. “Pinch me if you need a break.”
Banjo just groans in response, the vibrations sending shivers through my body.
His fingers dig into my cheeks, nails leaving tiny marks on soft, plump skin.
He’s being so good, good enough to earn his reward.
I glance over my shoulder, grip tightening on the headboard to keep my balance as I coil my tail around his cock and squeeze.
Banjo gasps against me, hips bucking up against my touch.
I can’t quite make out his muffled moans, but it sounds like “yes” and “more.” I work him with my tail in quick strokes, my movements against his face growing more erratic as I struggle to split my attention.
Like the well-behaved boy he is, Banjo pours all his focus into me.
His tongue thrusts in over and over until I swear stars are dancing in my vision.
It feels good, so good, but it’s not quite enough.
There are many downsides to the human body, a shorter tongue being one of them.
I need him deeper, his cock filling me completely.
That thought has the pressure inside me building, and I’m too distracted by my own need to realize I’ve pushed Banjo right over the edge.
Warm cum dribbles over my tail as I work him through the throes of his release.
His breath comes in ragged gasps against me, so I move back, straddling his chest while he takes a moment to catch his breath.
He looks beautiful like this, with saliva smeared down his chin and his eyes glassy and satisfied.
I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth, and he focuses on me again with a lazy grin.
“Disgusting human,” I chide, carefully bringing my messy tail around to tease the tip over his lips. It sounds more like a compliment than an insult, but I can’t bring myself to care. “You got me all dirty.”
I press against Banjo’s lips, and he parts them for me, sucking my tail into his mouth.
I watch as he busies himself cleaning away every drop of his cum with his tongue.
Although my tail isn’t overly sensitive, the sight alone is enough to have my cock throbbing.
I yank my shirt up enough to grab it, and I press my thumb along one of the ridges, following the swirl around my shaft.
It swells under my touch, and Banjo whines softly behind the gag of my tail.
“What?” I ask, tugging my tail free so he can speak. He doesn’t meet my gaze; instead, his attention is entirely focused on my achingly hard cock.
“Wow,” he breathes, his hands sliding up my hips. His hands are large enough that he can trace the V of my hips with his thumbs. “It looks like a lollipop.” That has me stiffening, and not in a good way.
I let out an offended huff of protest, and he quickly attempts to correct himself. “Not in a bad way! I always really liked those. They’re so pretty, the way they swirl. I bet you taste good too, just like ‘em.” My glare hasn’t completely faded, so he adds, “Bet you taste way better, actually.”
I relax, deciding I’m too close to the edge to be upset with him. “Maybe if you’re lucky, one day you’ll get to taste for yourself,” I hum, quickening the pace of my strokes. “Open your mouth, and I’ll give you a preview.”
“Yes,” Banjo groans, immediately opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out. My hand is flying on my cock by this point, soft grunts leaving me as I chase my own pleasure.
In a few moments I’m there, spurts of pearly cum shooting all over Banjo’s face and onto his waiting tongue. He eagerly swallows, licking his lips so he doesn’t miss a drop.
Caught up in my high, I reach down and scoop up my own release and feed it to him. He licks at my fingers as enthusiastically as he did the rest of me. I can’t wait to have that beautiful, talented mouth wrapped around my cock.