14. Luke
14
LUKE
I lean back on the couch, moving my hips forward a couple of inches. Emory looks like a straight-up goddess, kneeling in front of me, completely naked. Her chest is heaving, no doubt still coming down from the mind-bending orgasm I just gave her. Her eye makeup is slightly smudged, and her hair falls in loose brown waves right above her tits. Her rosy pink nipples pebble under my gaze, and her full lips shimmer with a thin layer of gloss.
God, I want them wrapped around my cock.
She’s waiting so patiently for my answer, her hazel eyes dark with lust. She doesn’t just want to ‘return the favor’ like last time. She wants to see me. Touch me. Feel my cock stretching her soft mouth. That edging session was just as brutal for me as it was for her, and my dick is painfully hard. Fuck if I’m about to stop her again.
“Take my cock out,” I demand. I’ve always been the one to take control during sex. It’s just how I’m wired. I’m not opposed to women having the upper hand. I’m sure it would be hot, but I get the sense Emory likes it when I’m bossy.
She doesn’t hesitate for a second, obeying my command as she yanks my jeans and boxer briefs down enough to reach her hand in and pull me out. Her eyes widen at my size, but she shakes off her hesitation and begins to stroke me, gliding her hand up and down my length. Her hand is so fucking soft, I get lost in her movements. But then I remember what I really want. Before I can issue another command, she leans forward and casually licks a bead of pre-cum from my tip. I nearly buck off the couch, and she smiles triumphantly. I don’t get embarrassed easily, but she probably thinks I’m gonna be a two-pump chump now. I blame the fact that it’s been almost two months since I’ve had a mouth on me. But deep down, I know it’s her. I probably could have come just from the way she looked up at me before, all wide-eyed and shit, waiting for permission to swallow my cock.
Settle down, buddy. Don’t ruin this for us.
After attempting to calm my dick down, I look back down at Emory and realize she’s waiting for me to tell her what to do.
“You want another taste, baby?”
“Mmhmm,” she hums.
“Take me in your mouth, then. All the way.”
A look of apprehension splashes across her face. “I—I don’t know if I can fit the whole thing.”
“You can,” I assure her.
She moves forward again and wraps her lips around my cock. She only manages a few inches, but she starts licking and sucking. It’s shallow, but it still feels fucking incredible. Her mouth is just as warm and silky as I imagined.
“That’s it, Em. So good. Can you take a little more?”
She nods, unable to speak with her mouth full. I push my hips up and slide another inch into her mouth. She continues swirling her tongue and brings her hand up to cup my aching balls.
“Fuck.”
She continues sucking and twisting her tongue while she plays with my balls, and as much as I don’t want to yet, I think I’m gonna come. And then, suddenly, she stops her movements and pops off of me. Oh, no. For a second, I think she’s trying to get revenge for the epic edging I just gave her, but she doesn’t look vengeful. She seems nervous, uneasy. Shit. Was this too much for her? She said her last relationship had been messy. Was she triggered by something I did?
I felt downright homicidal when she mentioned her ex earlier. I’m not an idiot. I know she’s had relationships in the years we didn’t keep in touch. But to hear her say that it was ‘messy,’ which is basically just code for toxic-as-fuck, had me seeing red. There’s no way Emory was the toxic party in the relationship, meaning there is some scumbag out there who didn’t treat her right. And now, I might have just unknowingly brought up bad memories for her.
“Emory? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just—I want to try something, but I've never done it before.”
“Okay…” The suspense is killing me.
“I want you—I mean, can you put it in my mouth?”
I exhale. Holy shit. Here I am, concerned that I re-traumatized her and she’s sitting there working up the nerve to ask me to fuck her face? This girl is nothing if not unpredictable. Now that I know I haven't offended her, I can't resist teasing her a little. It's too fun watching her blush when she talks about anything remotely sexual.
“What exactly do you want me to do, Emory?”
“You know, just put it in my mouth and…”
I laugh to myself but try not to let her see my amusement.
“I don’t understand,” I tease.
“Oh my God. This is ridiculous,” she huffs. “Luke, you know what I mean.”
“Maybe. But I want to hear you say it.”
She pouts as if she’s not going to budge, but determination wins out, and she yells, “I want you to fuck my mouth, Luke.” She looks momentarily victorious, but then her eyes fall to the ground.
I tip her chin up with my pointer finger. “You don’t ever have to be ashamed to ask for what you want, Emory. In sex, in life, ever.”
A soft smile appears on her lips, and she dips her head but keeps eye contact with me. “Okay.”
“You’ve really never let anyone fuck that pretty little mouth?”
“No.”
Pride swells in my chest. She’s never done that—never trusted someone enough to—but she trusts me. At least with this. Maybe soon she’ll trust me in other ways, too. It takes every ounce of self-restraint in my body to deny her. “Fuck, baby,” I growl, but when I meet her eyes again, they’re glassy. “Are you sure?”
“You told me to ask for what I want. This is what I want. I can’t explain it. I just—I want to be completely at your mercy.”
“Jesus, Emory.” She looks hopeful. “Okay.”
I grip my still rock-hard cock and bring it up to her lips, rubbing it along the seam. “If it’s too much, tap on my leg, yeah?”
“Okay.”
“Good. Now open your mouth for me.”
The sight of her kneeling vulnerable before me is my own fucked-up fantasy come to life. But when she parts her lips and sticks her tongue out, I almost bust my nut all over her chest right then and there. I don’t waste any more time, bringing my cock to her lips and feeding my length back into her mouth.
“Fuck, Em. I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I had to carry your bratty ass out of the bar that night.”
She tries to say something, probably in self-defense, but her mouth is too full, so it comes out garbled.
“Remember, tap my thigh if it’s too much. Otherwise, you don’t get to talk right now. You will take my cock in that sweet little mouth of yours. Every fucking inch. Understand?”
She nods, relaxing her features, and I can see in her eyes that she is letting herself fully submit to me. I start pushing in and out, slowly, still not all the way in. I give her a couple more inches, and she sputters and gags.
“Breathe, baby,” I remind her.
She gives me a slight nod, and I quirk my eyebrow. “Stop me if it’s too much.” But she doesn’t stop me. Instead, she holds her hands up to show me she won’t tap my leg. I press a little further until she’s nearly deep-throating me. When I make it past her gag reflex, she seems to relax again, but she’s still not breathing.
“Breathe through your nose, Emory,” I tell her. “You’re gonna pass out again if you hold it.” I watch to make sure she inhales and exhales through her nose and continue my slow thrusts.
“Good girl. Relax your throat. You’re doing so well.”
I pull all the way out on the last thrust just to check on her.
“More,” she pants. “You’re holding back.”
Jesus Christ. This woman.
I grab a fistful of her hair and shove back in, picking up speed as I go. If she wants more, she’s gonna get fucking more. I shove into her hot mouth, and she hums, the vibrations almost tipping me over the edge. My release starts spreading up to my abdomen, and I know I’m close.
“I’m gonna come, Em. Push me off, or I’m coming in your mouth.” She makes no move to push me and instead urges me on.
One more snap of my hips, and my cock is pulsing, spilling warm cum down her throat. She sputters and gags, spit and cum dripping down her lips onto her chin. I’m about to wipe it off with my thumb when her tongue darts out, and she licks the perimeter of her mouth, ensuring she gets every last drop.
Holy Shit.
I fall back on the couch, chest heaving, attempting to catch my breath. She joins me as I tuck myself back in. I put an arm around her and kiss the top of her head. Her hair is damp with sweat, but it doesn’t stop me from letting my lips linger, inhaling the sweet scent that can only be hers.
“That was incredible, Emory.”
She smiles proudly as she jostles around, looking for her clothes that are strewn about the floor. She finds her bra and eyes her completely ruined underwear. “I’m just gonna put on some clean clothes.”
“Wait.” I grab her wrist. “Here.” I take my shirt off and motion for her to hold her arms up. She does, and I slip my shirt over her head. “I know how you like men’s T-shirts,” I say with a wink.
“Thanks. But I still need new underwear,” she insists.
“Nope. I told you I wanted you to lose pants from your vocabulary. I’m adding underwear to that list. There’s no need for such things.”
She rolls her eyes and sits back down next to me, my shirt coming down to mid-thigh.
“It’s still early. Want to watch something?” I ask.
“Sure. But maybe you shouldn’t stay the night? I know you have before, but if we’re doing the casual thing, we should have some rules, right? No sleepovers seems like an obvious one.”
“We can do whatever we want. Rules. No rules. But if you’re uncomfortable with me sleeping over, I won’t.”
I move her head so she’s facing me, and I can see into her eyes, shimmering with hope and a little insecurity. It reminds me of how she looked earlier. Even though she didn’t seem to be upset by anything I did, I want to make sure she knows she can tell me if I do something she doesn’t like.
“Listen, baby. It’s important that you tell me if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I can be dominant when it comes to sex, but I never want to hurt you. What we did tonight was pretty intense. Especially for it only being our second time hooking up.”
“I know, but…I liked everything,” she admits. “I wanted to kick you in the nuts. But I also liked it. More than I thought I would.”
“And you’ll tell me if you don’t?”
“I will.”
“Good. If you don’t want me to stay the night, that’s fine. But I’m not gonna hit it and quit it. I can’t do that with you. We hang out after. Even just for a little while. Deal?”
“Okay,” she says softly.
“Good. Come here.”
She nestles into my chest as I put my arm around her and grab the remote. As I click the TV on, I’m already worried about how I will be able to peel myself off her when she decides it’s time for me to go. I’m certainly not going to initiate leaving, but I assume she’ll kick me out at some point. Whatever. That’s future me’s problem. Right now, I’m just going to soak up every second with this beautiful goddess of a woman curled up on me.