15. Chapter 15
Chapter 15
When David opened the door to his loft the next night to see Paige standing there, he blinked in surprise before stepping aside to let her in. She was flushed and a little jumpy, and for a moment he wondered if she was here to kill him over the mermaid lamps. Her pretense at liking them hadn’t fooled him for a second. In fact, it seemed more likely that she’d been just lulling him into a false sense of security, so that when she delivered the coup de grace, he wouldn’t see it coming.
“I know you were going to pick me up at seven, but there’s been a change of plans,” Paige told him a little breathlessly.
Slowly closing the door, David looked her over, noting she’d obviously come straight from work. She was wearing navy, pin-striped pants with wide legs and a sleeveless, white blouse with navy trim around the collar and arm holes. A chunky silver watch adorned one slender wrist and delicate, silver hoops hung from both ears.
“I take it we’re not going bowling?” he asked.
“Fuck bowling.”
Slowly, her words sank in—words that were quite similar to the ones he’d issued a few days ago regarding the movie they were going to see. “Fuck bowling?”
She nodded. “I thought we’d do something else.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
“I’ll give you a hint,” Paige said. Then, taking a few steps forward until she was close enough to wrap herself around him, she whispered in his ear, “It rhymes with ‘blow job’.”
David’s eyebrows practically hit the ceiling at that atomic bomb. So, she wasn’t here to kill him, she was here to … blow him? “You want to give me a blow job?”
She nuzzled against his neck, nodding. “So, what do you say?”
This was a big deal. The number of times she’d gone down on him could be counted on one hand, and they’d all been impersonal and almost emotionless. At the time, he’d thought it was something Paige just didn’t have any interest in, since she hadn’t been a real fan of him going down on her, either, and oral sex had simply ceased to exist in their marriage. It was an intimacy they’d been robbed of (fuck you to hell and back, Carter!), but one that David had put on his secret ‘sex agreement’ wish list. It was a fairly long list, comprised of everything he wanted, from small things like hand-holding and making out, to the big kahuna burger, mind-blowing sex, with oral sex falling somewhere in the middle.
The other night with Paige had been a big step, but her wanting to go down on him was even bigger because of the potential trigger. However, instead of making a big deal out of it he decided to downplay it with some flirtation, and get her out of her head.
He gave an exaggerated shrug as if it didn’t matter one way or the other, even though his heart was hammering in his chest and every drop of blood seemed to be rushing to his southern hemisphere. “I say that before you do such a thing, I want to know why you want to do it.”
At that, Paige stopped nuzzling and slowly eased back. “You want me to explain why?”
He smiled at her confusion; she was definitely getting out of her head now. “Yes.”
“Why on earth would I need to do that?”
Not having expected that, he quickly scrambled for a decent answer. “Because I’ll be giving up a victory dinner, so my sacrifice needs to be for a good reason. That’s why.”
Even though he appeared to be serious, she knew he had to be messing with her, partly because of the overly arrogant way he’d claimed victory for a game they hadn’t even played yet, but also because no man in the history of the world had ever needed a reason for a blow job. “Sacrifice? Giving up a meal for a blow job isn’t really a sacrifice, is it?”
“Maybe. My victory dinner was going to be—” he broke off for a moment, completely blank, before he remembered what Evan always wanted as compensation for a favor. “A steak. An expensive one.”
She looked at him from under her lashes, all traces of nervousness gone. “Well, jeez, I didn’t expect to be put on the spot like this but if you really need a good reason, then I’d have to say because … I said so. That’s why.”
“Because you ‘said so’? Technically, that’s not a reason, let alone a good one—”
“Pants. Down. Now.”
He glanced around his entryway, a little taken aback, both at the demand and her tone, which would’ve made a dominatrix proud. “Here?”
Instead of answering his question, Paige pushed him back against the wall. Thankful for the perfectly placed throw rug, she kicked her heels off and sank to her knees while he watched with a heated, almost feral, gaze. She immediately attacked his belt with determined precision, followed by the button and zipper on his pants, fueled by how much she wanted to do this after literally spending days thinking about it.
Not even her aggravation over the mermaid lamps had killed her desire.
Once David’s pants and briefs had been pulled down and his cock was free, Paige took a moment to admire his potent masculinity, which she was drawn to on a basic, primitive level like never before. Hands on his thighs, she bent her head, ducking under his tight balls and inhaling his musky scent before giving them a gentle lick. As her tongue continued up along his hard shaft, giving special attention to the plump vein there, he released a deep sigh, which turned into another when she teased the sensitive spot just under the thick crown.
Wrapping her fingers around him, she started stroking him in an easy rhythm, smiling when she was rewarded with a pearly drop of pre-come appearing at the tip. Without hesitation, Paige angled his cock down so she could lick it off. Then, with the salty flavor of his semen on her tongue, she took the mushroom-shaped head into her mouth and sucked, drawing another little burst of fluid from him.
David’s groan spurred her on and even though she was on her knees, she felt more empowered than she ever had in her life.
Slowly, Paige took him as deep as she could, just shy of setting off her gag reflex, then eased back. Up and down she went, letting her saliva build up until she had a decent amount, then she’d stop and release it slowly down his length to her waiting hand. She repeated this until he was sufficiently lubricated and her hand could stroke smoothly and freely, with little friction. Then, she began a dual assault of rhythmic stroking at his base and deep sucking at his tip, all while David stared down at her with feverish eyes and flushed cheeks.
When his breathing turned heavy and his hips started to push forward, she knew he was getting close to coming, and instead of working harder to make it happen, she slowed down to make sure it didn’t. Leisurely stroking his cock and gently massaging his balls, she pulled him back from his orgasm, waiting until his breathing had mostly returned to normal before resuming her previous ministrations. Paige did this several times, until she thought he’d been tortured enough and looked like he was ready to beg for release. Then, with a quick smile to show him who was boss, she pulled back until just his wide crown rested on her tongue and stroked him until she felt his balls tighten. A second later, he was lifting his hips and ejaculating onto her tongue in thick, warm streams, the taste of him salty and sweet at the same time.
“Fucking hell,” David groaned loudly, his head falling back against the wall with a little thump.
She swallowed quickly, but he kept coming, to the point where some leaked out of her mouth, running down his shaft to where her hand was fisted around the base. When he was finished and completely still, she cleaned him off as best as she could and licked her fingers before gently letting go of his softening cock.
With a definite lack of coordination, David pulled his briefs and pants up, not even bothering with the zipper or button because that required too much effort at the moment. Then, his legs on the verge of giving out, he slid down the wall to the floor, and pulled Paige down onto his lap.
She grinned at him, suddenly overcome with adrenaline at the realization she had gone down on him and made him come like a firehose. And more importantly, Paige had done it freely and enjoyed it immensely—maybe not more than he had, obviously, but it was probably close.
“Forget victory dinners,” he muttered, sounding totally wrecked, even to his own ears. “From now on, I’m bowling for blow jobs.”
She laughed out loud, in long peals that floated down the hallway.
“Please don’t take this the wrong way,” David told her softly, “but that was ... unexpected.”
She leaned forward and began peppering his face with little kisses. “Remember when I told you I watched romantic porn? Well, I sometimes watched gay porn for blow jobs.”
“You watched men give other men blow jobs?” he asked, wondering why that turned him on so much. Because it totally did.
“Just hear me out—”
“Oh, I’m all ears.”
“See, I figured that a man probably knows what a man likes more than a woman, right? Because he’s a man. And I decided that if I wanted to learn about blow jobs—you know, technique and whatnot—without going out and just giving a bunch of them, then I should do some research.”
“That’s what you called it? Research?”
“Look, if you wanted to learn how to fix a leaky faucet, you’d probably watch a few YouTube videos for instruction, right? So, that’s basically what I did.”
“Are you comparing plumbing tutorials on YouTube to blow-job porn?”
“Yes. Blow-job porn is really instructional.”
“I’m sure it is. Although, I’ve never really thought of it that way.”
Paige gave him a look that basically told him he needed to quit talking. “Do you mind if I finish my story?”
“Sorry. Please continue.”
She was silent for a moment, as if to make sure he was really going to keep his trap shut, before continuing. “So, like I was saying, blow-job porn is really instructional. I learned a lot.”
David bit his tongue, but he wasn’t able to completely derail a smirk; thankfully, she was focused on her story and didn’t notice. “Like what?”
“I learned that men are a lot rougher when giving a blow job, versus women. Men also pay more attention to balls than women do. You know, sucking and licking, etc.”
For some reason, the ‘etc.’ made him want to laugh. Paige was being so earnest and that, coupled with the topic of discussion, was almost too much for him.
“I also learned that watching a man give another man a blow job was a bit of a turn-on, which really surprised me, because I wan’t expecting that. But—and this is a big but—I was extremely picky when it came to the men I watched. The men had to be good looking and really masculine, almost like they were straight. You know what I mean? Not effeminate in any way. And of course, they both had to have nice cocks. Like yours.”
They looked at each other for several heartbeats, the intimacy between them a tangible thing. David placed his hands on her face and pulled her in for a kiss, his lips firmly taking hers, his tongue delving into her mouth like he owned it. And in a way, he did, he decided, because his cock having been there, ejaculating just moments before felt like a sort of ownership.
“You taste good,” he whispered when they broke apart.
“I do?”
He nodded. “Nothing tastes better than me on your tongue. Except … maybe you on mine.”