Chapter 11 #2
He reaches down and unbuttons my jeans, and because I’m awkward as hell, I do a clumsy downward dog move over him as he struggles to take them off.
“Panties off, now.” There’s a desperate yet commanding edge to his tone, and I climb off him to shimmy them down as he kicks off his pants and boxers.
My eyes go straight to the giant candy cane between his legs.
You know the ones I’m talking about? The ones they sell at the drug store that are comically huge and you think, “There’s no way someone can eat all that.
” That’s Hardy’s cock: a giant candy cane that I’m desperate to taste.
Never one to back down from a challenge, I slide my hands up his legs and lower my head between his thighs as I lick from the base of his shaft to his tip.
“You don’t have to do that… Holy shit,” he whimpers. That’s right, this man fucking whimpers like no one has ever done this to him before. “I don’t… I can’t…”
My head pops up as I wait for him to open his eyes.
“Why did you stop?”
“What do you mean you can’t? Seems like you can to me.”
His eyes shift back and forth, his nerves as worn as a firepole after too many people have slid down it.
“I can’t…” He pinches his eyes shut, and the tips of his ears turn pink.
Kneeling between his thighs, I sit on my heels and wait as he covers his face, speaking through his hands, his voice muffled.
“I’ve never come from oral. My…” he trails off.
I pull one of his hands away and tilt my head at him. “I get that this isn’t the sexiest time to bring up a past partner. And maybe something’s wrong with me if I’m hoping you’re saying what I think you’re saying, but… what are you saying?”
“No one has ever had any success completing the task. Most just give up, and Lydie wasn’t really into returning the favor down there.”
“Wait, wait, wait. Are you saying that you would go out to eat and she’d never return the favor? No slobbing on the nob? No teasing the tonsils with that big ole sausage?”
Did this man come from Santa’s Workshop just for me? Guess I’ve been a really good girl after all, because he’s too good to be true. I’ve felt what that tongue could do in my mouth and on my nipple. I can’t imagine how it’s going to feel when he makes a meal out of me.
“Jesus Christ, this is humiliating,” he says as he drags a hand down his face.
“She tried a couple of times, but I don’t know if it was lack of skills, or if I was too big and her mouth was too small, or if we just weren’t compatible that way, but I never finished from that.
Maybe it’s something I’m just not meant for. ”
“Well, I have a big fucking mouth, and I’m not one to back down from a challenge,” I tease as I pull the ponytail holder off my wrist, secure my hair, and then settle between his thighs.
“Don’t be offended if I can’t…”
“Do not finish that sentence. You can and you will.”
I look up at him. He’s holding his breath like he’s nervous, and I smile at him, raking my fingernails along his thighs, hoping to ease his nerves. “I’m just going to need you to do one thing for me.”
“Anything.”
“Be vocal. Tell me what feels good, if you want me to do a motion again, move to a different spot, go harder, softer, tug, pull, suck. Tell me.” I look him straight in the eyes before I deliver the knockout punch. “And I love it when you moan loudly.”
I lower my head to the tip of his dick, whisper a quick, “nice to meet you,” and revel in his responding chuckle.
And then I swirl my tongue around the crown, alternating between licking and lightly sucking, spending some time getting it wet as I add in a hand to jack him between mouthfuls.
And with a dick like this, the activity lives up to its title.
It’s a fucking job, and I’ve never worked harder.
He bucks and moans under me, flexing his hips up to meet me each time I attempt to take him to the back of my throat. “Attempt” being the key word, because I’m not sure it’s possible to deepthroat this monster.
“Holy fuck. Yes. Oh, fuck yes. I like that.” His voice is a needy whimper.
Gripping him by the base, I take just the tip into my mouth and swirl my tongue in a circle.
“I don’t know what you’re doing, but that, more of that,” he moans.
I spit onto the head and use my other hand to spread the saliva down his shaft, still gripping him with the other hand. I suck the tip into my mouth while jacking him. Then, instead of swirling my tongue, I flick the tip back and forth, rubbing both sides of my tongue against his slit.
“Shit, shit, keep doing that. Feels so good. Just like that. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.
Holy shit. I’m going t—” He doesn’t even get to finish that thought before he’s exploding in my mouth, letting out a guttural moan as I slide down, taking as much of him as I can.
I take my time licking and cleaning his shaft, reveling in the little sighs and gasps he’s making.
When I pop off his cock, I wipe the corners of my mouth with my finger. Cuz I’m a lady.
“The royal penis is clean,” I say with a smile.
“Coming to America?” he asks.
I nod. “No one ever gets my obscure movie references,” I say softly.
He chuckles. “I’m just impressed I’ve actually seen that one. Also, not a Christmas movie,” he says. His eyes rake down my body and a hungry look takes over his features while I laugh.
“Lie back and let me see what kind of mess you made while sucking my cock like a pro.”
“Aww, you liked it?” I tease.
“Baby, you sucked my soul out of my goddamn body. Now I want to see if I can eat your soul out of your pussy.”
The nickname makes my heart skip a beat in my chest, but I can’t resist the urge to poke the bear. “Never came from head, but dirty talks like a sailor.”
“I never said I was inexperienced anywhere else, just in receiving. I can give like a pro.”
My back hits the cushion and he grabs me by the thighs, lifting me off the couch as he brings my pussy to his mouth. Holy hot damn. The tongue on this man should come with a warning. May experience mind-numbing pleasure.
There’s nothing to grab on to as I dangle from his mouth and grip the cushion under me, arching and bucking against him.
Each lick lights up hundreds of nerve endings.
When he wraps an arm around my hips, tugging my body against his, and pulls my clit into his mouth, I swear my vision blacks out.
There is nothing on my mind but the feel of his tongue as it dances against my clit like an eager ballerina in their first performance of The Nutcracker.
“Yes, Hardy, oh fuck. I’m—Oh God—I’m gonna—” An embarrassingly loud, porny moan escapes me as my orgasm builds hard and fast, feeling like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Oh shit, am I going to…
My pussy flutters and pulses as the urge to let go is too strong to hold back, and when I look up at him, I notice an obscene amount of liquid covering his face.
“Did I just…”
“Hell fucking yeah, you did,” he says in awe.
“I’ve never…” I’ve never come so hard I’ve not been able to finish a thought.
“No one’s ever made you squirt before?”
I shake my head and throw an arm over my eyes as he carefully lowers me to the couch.
“I think tonight’s lessons were productive,” I rasp as he lies down next to me, wrapping his arms around me.
“We got a lot accomplished,” he agrees.
It’s nearly impossible to catch my breath, but I do my best as I press my cheek against his chest. His heart is beating rapidly, and I smile, knowing I have that effect on him.
“Wanna watch Die Hard?” I ask, looking up at him.
“I’d love to,” he says, then we pull on our clothes and he reaches for the remote before snuggling against me. “Oh, I forgot to tell you earlier, the donation boxes are all set up at the station, and we’ve already had a bunch of drop-offs.”
“That’s great! Raven works at the local paper, and she’s going to run an ad for us free of charge for a few days.” I look over my shoulder at him.
“That should help. I should finish constructing the workshop by the end of next week, and then I can paint it a couple days after that.”
“You really didn’t have to do all that. It was just a bunch of tables in the library last year.” I arch back to hold his cheek, willing him to see the sincerity in my face.
He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I couldn’t say no to Avery. I know how important this is to you… and the kids. And I wanted to make it special… for everyone.” He keeps trailing off like he’s changing his mind about admitting more, and I smile like an idiot about it for the rest of the night.