Chapter Seven
Goliath
His words ran through my mind, and his lips devouring mine were enough to make me feel like I might embarrass myself any second. Panting, I tugged backward in fright of that happening and met his stare with a wide-eyed one.
Back was the wicked, sexy smile, and my cock throbbed painfully. He let go of my cheeks to run his hands down the front of my shirt, flicking the buttons open as he went. Meanwhile, I was trying hard not to hyperventilate and come in my pants. “Do as I say, my hunk of gorgeousness, and strip.” His fingers had reached the belt at my waist, and I was back to panting.
I… oh god. I groaned at how he handled my cock before I could gather my thoughts to do as he wanted.
His fingers looked so tiny trying to stretch around my girth. It took both hands to circle my dick, and I struggled to meet his gaze, terrified my size would put him off.
I’m not put off at all.
I focused my attention on him, my mouth not working to form any words that would come out sounding sensible.
Remember, you can talk to me this way if it’s easier , he encouraged, though it was impossible to figure what I should be saying with those nimble fingers touching me.
You’re not put off? Was that the right question? I groaned, shivering from root to tip.
You were made for me. His fingers traveled down my length, running over the head, smearing my custard before bringing them to his lips to suck them clean. The sounds he made added to the feverish need inside me.
“You taste sooo good.” As if to prove his point, he smacked his lips together. Then he twirled the wet fingers over the wide head once more, gathering my leaking custard, making my thighs quiver when I watched him suck them back into his mouth with a low hum of approval.
When they popped back out, he let go of my cock, and I whimpered at the loss of his touch with how he made my lower body ache for more. “It’s alright, don’t fret. I’m gonna give you everything you want.”
You will?
“You bet. I enjoy being in charge, and you want me to be, don’t you?” He tilted his head to the side with a look of eagerness, making it very easy to nod in agreement. “Now strip and lay down on your couch. I want to make sure you don’t get the ‘wilt’.” He licked at his plump lips. “Not before I’ve had my fill.”
My cock protruded obscenely from the fly of my jeans, and it bobbed as I rose and stripped off with shaky hands. When I was naked, heavy-lidded eyes traveled over me, bright and feverish, adding to the thrill. “Now lay down,” he instructed in a throaty rasp that made my belly flutter in anticipation.
Made to fit my enormous frame, I sat on the couch, then swung my legs up. My cock, like a huge pole, waved in the air. In the daylight streaming through the windows, it glistened with my desire for the sexy llama eyeing me like I was the tastiest sight he’d ever seen.
“You are.”
This mind thing was a real bonus when I didn’t have to explain myself.
He chuckled, and I got he’d caught that thought too. He never looked away as he made a show of stripping, revealing his pale skin to me for the first time. I’d seen his ass and cock, and they were pretty spectacular, but the total package left me breathless and back to terrified I was going to embarrass myself before he touched me again.
Naked, his pretty cock bounced as he came to me and stood by my head. “I’m gonna sit on your face.”
Yes, please. I released another shuddery breath, my mouth watering at the knowledge that finally I was going to get to taste him the way I wanted to. I’d dreamed of how he would taste on my tongue since seeing his fingers sink into his ass.
You saw that?
I did. Was he mad? I’m sorry.
He shook his head. “Don’t be sorry, your leaves touching my cock gave me the best release of my life.” He came closer, his cock brushing my shoulder as he leaned in. The scent of my custard on his breath ghosted over my face, and I was back to shuddering at the tempting lips so close to mine. “I felt you watching me. I didn’t understand why at the time, but now I do. Did you watch me all the time?” he whispered against my ear, his lips brushing against the fleshy lobe. “Did you want to fuck my ass with your tongue?”
“Y-yes… v-very much,” I stuttered before his lips moved down my throat. Soft as butterfly wings, they moved over my collarbone, laying open mouth kisses until he reached my nipple. It budded at the hot breath touching the tip. His tongue flicked at the flesh, and it puckered. I pushed up wanting more, yet feeling conflicted because he’d promised me I was going to get to taste him.
Sharp teeth bit into the bud, and pain followed for a brief second before he sucked the abused nub into his mouth, his tongue chasing away the pain replacing it with pleasure as his lips latched on tight. Lost in the sensations, I jerked as the tip of a finger ran over the head of my cock. Back and forth. Back and forth, slowly and rhythmically to each suck to my nipple. The pleasure from one enhancing the other until my whole body sang with need…
I’m gonna come, I cried out to him, shuddering violently as I tried to hold back. Only he didn’t stop the maddening touches.
Then come. The softly spoken words came as he once more bit my nipple, and his groan as blood filled his mouth was too much. He mentally shared with me how delicious I was. How much he wanted me inside him. What he would do to me after I’d come. Everything merged into a fiery ball of rhubarb need. Custard showered the fingers playing with my cock, me, and the couch, I was positive, with how I jerked and spasmed as if I’d had an electrical current passed through my body.
That’s it, show me how much you love my touch.
Yes. From the moment I saw you, I said mindlessly, lost in pleasure that was so much more than I’d imagined.
Breathless and boneless sometime later, I sank into the couch, mind blank, eyes shut. I felt the cushions depress by my head. Then the sexy scent of Drew was above me. My eyes flew open, my heart pounding at the sight of the ass directly above my face and the hard cock.
“My turn,” Drew rasped.