Chapter Three #3
My lungs get drunk on Sawyer and my eyes immediately get jealous.
Without giving it another thought, I reach and pull his underwear down, my movements slow to the point of torture, and I watch in awe as his cock appears, inch by inch, a length that seems to never end.
And when it finally pops out, I find myself entranced by an image of a man’s dick for the first time in my life.
Up close and personal.
And it’s fucking massive. I bite my tongue at the very last second before the words can slip out of my mouth. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
I swallow thickly. His head points right at my face, just a breath away, red, angry, and impatient. Almost too scary to touch.
What the fuck am I even doing? Why in the world did I ever think I could go through with this?
I’m in over my head, and just as I’m about to chicken the fuck out, I glance up and catch the lustful shimmer in Sawyer’s eyes, his crimson-red cheeks and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. And suddenly, it all crashes back.
The feeling of absolute power over the man that’s been toying with me ever since I first walked into his club.
My fingers are shaky as I reach up. I hesitate for a second, dangerously close but never touching.
And when his cock twitches right in front of my face, and a droplet of glistening liquid appears on the tip, I take a deep breath and wrap my fingers firmly around his length because I’m the one doing that to him.
The second my fingers connect with his flesh, the stir in my groin comes right back and my cock swells inside my pants, pushing against my zipper.
Jesus.
I block everything out—the cold wind ruffling my hair. The few drops of rain that fall on my face from the overcast sky. And the tiny moan that escapes out somewhere above my head.
My eyes are focused on Sawyer’s cock and I move my hand up and down his flesh.
My peripheral catches the tiny shake of his legs as I repeat the motion.
It can’t feel too good. I’m sloppy as fuck, my movements choppy and uneven. But I must be doing something right because the next thing I hear is a faint “Fuck,” from Sawyer’s throat.
I glance up.
His eyes are closed now, his forehead scrunched in a grimace of what I can only hope is some type of pleasure.
More. I want to see more. I need to know if I’m doing this right.
He can’t see when I lick my lips. He can’t see when I stick my tongue out.
He can’t see when I lean in, impossibly close to his flesh.
And when I take a shallow breath and summon all the courage I possess and take another giant leap today, even bigger than the previous one, the tip of my tongue brushes against his slit, and his eyes finally snap open.
A strange taste hits taste buds. Salty. Sour. Sawyer.
I do it again, my eyes connected with his in a silent match of wills. Sawyer shudders and lets out another moan that rings like soft music to my ears.
Lightning brightens the grim sky, followed by a long thunder, and I’m presented with lightning of my own when my body takes over, and I lean in even more, taking the head of his cock in my mouth and wrapping my lips around it.
It’s nothing like I expected it to feel like.
It’s softer. More fragile.
And as much as I wanted to hurt him just mere minutes ago, right now, all I want is to be as gentle with him as I can.
I give him a tiny suck, drawing another moan, before I slide my lips forward, taking my time, until half of his length is inside my mouth. It’s as much as I can comfortably take.
His cock is heavy in my mouth and my jaw hurts from the thickness.
The world gets blurry.
Scraps of questions form in my brain. Why am I on my knees? Why is Sawyer squirming in front of me? Why is his cock in my mouth?
I chase them away and give him another suck before I pull back my head, swirl my tongue around his head and dive right back in, taking as much of him as I can until the head hits the back of my throat.
I choke a little but don’t let go.
I’m dying to know how it feels for him, but to ask the question, I’d have to take him out of my mouth. And I don’t want to do that.
I close my eyes and bob my head back and forth, coughing around his head every time I take him too deeply.
My dick throbs, pressing painfully against my zipper. I ignore it.
Wrapping my hand around the part of his never-ending length that doesn’t fit in my mouth, I stroke him in time with my sucks and hollow my cheeks.
It’s hard to suck on it, per se. I’ve always thought giving a blowjob was just that—sucking. But sucking is hard when your entire mouth is occupied, so I hollow my cheeks to give him extra pleasure. I’ve seen chicks do that. I know how it feels. And I hope it feels as good as I imagine.
Something threads in my hair and my eyes open.
Sawyer’s fingers.
He’s sporting an expression I can’t decipher. Like lust mixed with… fear.
His grip tightens in my hair.
If he were to push my head now, move it, or try to direct it in any way, I’d bite his dick off.
He doesn’t, massaging my skull instead, leaving me in charge.
I keep my eyes fixed on him as I speed up my movements. He holds my gaze, but barely, his eyelids falling halfway down time and time again like he’s fighting to stay present. And if he’s still present, I’m not doing my job right.
I let go of his base and squeeze my hand under the waistband of his underwear until I reach his balls.
They’re swollen and heavy against my touch and I massage them with the tips of my fingers, enough to give him pressure but not enough to make it painful.
Pre-cum spills on my tongue, the taste more intense than before. And now it’s me who’s fighting to stay present.
My entire body moves back and forth as I suck him, the tingling in my balls becoming unbearable, and when he pulls on my hair so hard my skull stings, I grab my cock with my other hand and squeeze the base to stop myself from creaming my pants.
Sawyer hisses and his shoulders jerk off the wall.
“Wait.”
I don’t.
“Blake.” His voice is strained like he’s struggling to form words.
I keep going.
I know he’s close. It’s apparent in how his cock pulses in my mouth, and it only makes me more eager.
I moan around him, ready for what’s about to come. Ready and willing.
But Sawyer isn’t, and this time, he uses his grip to pull my head back and off his cock.
Instantly, my mouth feels empty, but my eyes get an orgasm all the same as he keeps my head steady a few inches away from his cock, squeezes his eyes shut, and with a deliciously sounding grunt, he uses his other hand to angle his cock down and spill his load on the leather jacket I’m kneeling on.
It’s nothing short of beautiful.
His entire body convulses as ropes of cum shoot out of him in a never-ending wave of his release and it seems like forever until his grip finally tightens, and his hand is simply laying on my head. His body goes slack against the wall behind him. Spent. Relaxed. Pleased.
It takes everything I have to ignore the throbbing in my pants and scramble off the ground, my knees hurting and cracking as I do.
When we’re standing face to face, he opens up his eyes.
I’m not sure if he sees me initially, his eyes glazed-over, unfocused, and not present. And all I can do is watch.
Finally, he lets out a prolonged exhale and stands upright before tucking his still half-hard cock inside his pants.
I reach down to arrange my still-raging erection. When his eyes drop, I take a step back to make it clear—nothing else will happen today.
Only now do I realize it started raining for good.
He’s the first one to speak. “Now what?”
His tone is so… not like him. So soft and gentle that it almost makes me laugh.
“Now? Now you’re going to find us a way down that doesn’t involve roof-hopping. And then you’ll drive us back to campus like the perfect student you are.”
I don’t wait for his reaction, turning on my heel and moving in a random direction.
For a second, I wonder if he’ll slip right back to his usual self, tell me to go fuck myself and find my own ride.
I’m three steps into my journey to nowhere in particular when I hear gravel being shuffled from behind, followed by heavy footsteps. And I know the Sawyer I once knew is now gone, and the new one is walking right behind me.