Chapter 20 #2
And because I can’t help but do as he said, I lift one of my hands and palm my exposed breast, giving it attention the same way he did earlier, as Lorenzo goes back to massaging my clit.
And then he slides a couple of fingers inside me, curling them up and hitting a spot that sends me straight over the edge.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Come for me, baby. Let it all out.”
And I do. I come so hard that black spots dot my vision, and I worry I’m going to pass out.
“Holy shit, you just squirted all over my face.”
I what?
I lean over to see what he’s talking about, just in time to see his tongue dart out as he laps up my juices like a dehydrated man lost in the desert.
“I definitely didn’t taste you that night,” he murmurs. “Because there’s no way I ever could’ve forgotten what you tasted like.”
One more lap to my sensitive clit, and I squirm, making him chuckle.
“Come here,” he says, grabbing my hands and pulling me up and into the water with him. “Wanna taste yourself?”
Without thinking, I nod, wanting anything this man wants to give me.
He crashes his mouth against mine, and I taste myself on his lips. There’s something so hot about knowing his mouth is covered with my release and that he loves it.
And for the first time, I want to know what that feels like.
“My turn,” I say, pulling back and reaching between us to find his dick.
“You sure?” he asks, palming the sides of my face. “I didn’t do what I did with the expectation of you reciprocating.”
Of course he didn’t. Because Lorenzo is selfless in every aspect of his life—as a friend, a brother, a father, and a lover.
“I’m sure,” I tell him. “I want to taste you.”
He spins us around and hoists himself up so he’s now on the edge of the hot tub and I’m kneeling between his legs.
He lifts slightly to push his swim shorts down, causing his hard length to spring free—and, oh my God, it’s so big.
I mean, it’s not like porno huge—yes, I’ve watched a few videos to see what a man looks like—but it’s definitely not small.
It’s thick and long with a slight curve to it.
A single vein runs along the side of it, and my first thought is that I want to run my tongue along it.
My second thought is that I hope I don’t mess this up because I’ve never given head before, and with him not only older, but a helluva lot more experienced, he’s no doubt gotten head from women who knew what they were doing.
“Hey,” he murmurs, reaching behind my head and delving his fingers through the strands of my hair. “If you don’t want to do this …”
I could fake it, act like I have the slightest clue what I’m doing, but I’ve already lied enough to this man, so instead, I go with the truth.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper, diverting my gaze in embarrassment.
He already thinks I’m too young for him, and now that he knows I’ve never sucked dick, he’s probably going to run for the hills, and I won’t blame him.
“Fuck.” He tightens his grip on my hair and turns my face so I’m forced to look at him. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” I choke out. “I never put myself in those types of situations because I didn’t want to be like my mom and I didn’t want to lead anyone on since I wanted to focus on my future.”
“Was that your first time with a man going down on you?”
I nod slowly, mentally preparing myself for him to tell me he can’t do this. That I’m too young and inexperienced. Only it doesn’t come.
“So, I was your first?” he asks.
I nod, not asking what first he’s referring to.
“That shouldn’t be so hot, but it is.”
“Inexperience is hot?”
“No.” He chuckles. “Knowing that I’m getting all your firsts.” He pulls my face toward him as he leans in. “And if I have it my way, your lasts.”
I don’t have time to think about what he’s implying because a second later, his mouth is on mine. His tongue hungrily runs along the seam of my lips, and then he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth before he goes back to kissing me.
With every move of his lips, I can feel the passion flowing through him. And knowing how turned on he is, how much he wants me, gives me the courage to do what I do next.
Breaking the kiss, I wrap my fingers around his shaft and then take him into my mouth, not stopping until the head of his cock hits the back of my throat.
“Oh, fuck me,” he groans, his fingers tightening in my hair. “That’s it, baby. Fuck my cock with that pretty mouth.”
Jesus, his dirty talk is going to make me come again.
I slowly slide my mouth back up, wrapping my lips around the head, and then take him back down my throat. I do this several times, and each time, his dick gets harder, telling me I must be doing something right.
The saliva from my mouth, mixed with the pre-cum dripping from his slit, creates a slickness that makes it easy for me to go up and down his shaft. Wanting to taste him, I stop when I come up and swipe my tongue across his slit, the saltiness of his pre-cum hitting my senses.
It’s not horrible, but it’s not the best-tasting either. But I push the thought aside, focusing on Lorenzo’s pleasure. Sucking and licking his cock, making him moan and curse.
When he tells me he’s close, because I’m not sure I want that saltiness flooding my mouth, I do what I once saw in a video. Popping off his dick, I take over with my hand, and within seconds, ropes of cum are shooting out all over my chin and chest.
I don’t stop stroking him until he stops coming, and then I glance up at him, hoping I satisfied him the way he did me.
“Jesus, Wild Card.” He shakes his head and chuckles, his gaze landing on the cum drying on my chest.
He runs his finger through the stickiness, and his lips curve into a wolfish grin as he swipes it across my nipple, circling it and then pinching it.
“Was it … good for you?” I ask through a moan.
“So good.” He leans down and takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking on the tip. “Now, how about I make you come one more time to show you just how good it was?”
And since I’m already halfway there and Lorenzo giving me orgasms is quickly becoming my favorite thing, I nod in agreement and let him make me come two more times.