Chapter 14 #2
large in front of me. His cock is straining upward with a dribble of
pre-cum leaking out of the end.
“Now you’ll
put your mouth on my cock?” he asks, his eyes lit with fevered
excitement.
“God, yes, I
want to do that,” I assure him. “It’s called a blow
job. Did you run across that term on the Internet yet?”
He grins at me and
shakes his head. “Haven’t had the pleasure of that one
yet. But do you blow? I thought you sucked?”
“Yes, I’m
going to suck… and a few other things.”
“Then why do
they call it blow job?” he asks with his head tilted to the
side.
“No clue, but
we can Google it later,” I tell him and start to sit up. “Now
lay down on your back.”
Zach brings a large
hand up and pushes at my chest to keep me lying flat on the bed. “I
want you on your knees.”
His face is so
serious and while I had been imagining him on his back, letting me
crawl all over that magnificent body, I’m apparently going to
have to wait for that, as Zach is still always going to want some
measure of control.
At least for now,
I tell myself.
“Okay. I’ll
get on my knees,” I tell him, and he quickly scrambles off the
bed to stand beside it.
He takes himself in
hand and starts stroking his cock while he waits for me to roll off.
I try to do it as sexily as possible, but I’m not sure I
accomplished it. Zach’s hard-on never wanes though, so I don’t
think it’s an issue.
Stepping up to Zach,
I reach out and take his hands, pulling them up and urging his
fingers into the hair on my head. I slide my hands over the tops of
his, and then give a slight push, silently conveying he can put me on
my knees.
He doesn’t
hesitate, pushing down with more force and causing me to sink toward
the thick carpet until I’m kneeling before him.
I dare a glance up,
and Zach is staring down at me, his eyes so dark with need that I
almost combust right there. Sliding one hand downward, he angles his
thumb in and runs it over my bottom lip, pushes it into my mouth and
scrapes it along my teeth.
“Open your
mouth,” he commands me as he pulls his hand back.
I lick my lips to
wet them and do as he bids. My hands start to come up to take ahold
of his cock, but he shakes his head at me. “Don’t. I want
to feed it to you.”
My blood fires up
like lava over those words, and my eyes practically roll back in my
head. I nod my agreement, and Zach reaches one hand down to his cock.
Leaning his hips inward, he takes it and rubs the swollen head over
my lips softly, coating them with his pre-cum. He pushes in a little
more and slowly slides himself into my mouth. I have to open wider,
because fuck, he’s thick… and long, and before long,
he’s hitting the back of my throat.
I can’t help
it, I make a choking noise, and Zach immediately pulls all the way
out. “Are you okay?”
I nod and lick my
lips, tasting the salt of him, giving him a light smile. “Yes.
Just a poor gag reflex. I can’t take you very deep.”
“Understood,”
he says solemnly. “Open your mouth. Let’s try this
again.”
I gladly open wide
and let him feed me his cock. He pushes into me gently again,
stopping before he goes too deep. I instinctively flatten my tongue
as he starts to pull back, sucking on him with force.
“Oh, fuck,”
Zach gasps, and his whole body jerks.
I want to smile with
womanly pride, but my mouth is stuffed full of cock. Zach grips my
head a little harder to hold me still and almost tentatively pushes
back into my mouth. My hands itch to touch him, but I need to wait. I
need to make sure he can take these sensations.
When he pulls back
again, I reward him with another sucking motion, relishing in the way
he pulls in air between his teeth.
He pumps inside of
me slowly a few more times, having the depth down perfectly, not even
gagging me once. I continue to suck at him, not able to do too much
more because he’s got a good grasp on my head, but on every
inward push, I moan deep in my throat, and I know he likes it because
it causes him to grunt in pleasure.
Tentatively reaching
up while Zach continues pumping into me, I let my fingers trail up
his thighs. He tenses briefly but never misses a thrust. Emboldened,
I slip one hand over the base of his cock and squeeze him lightly
while I twist. He grunts again and starts moving a little faster.
Grazing my other
hand over, I reach underneath and cup his balls, massaging them
gently with my fingertips.
A strangled sound
comes out of Zach’s throat, and I apply a little more pressure.
“Don’t
stop,” he rasps out, and I reward him with a harder suck on his
shaft, snaking a finger along the sensitive tissue right behind his
balls. Zach’s hips slam forward from the shock of my touch, but
he immediately pulls back even as my eyes water.
“Sorry,”
he mutters but doesn’t stop thrusting into my mouth.
I move my hands
against him, one circling his cock wet with my saliva and the other
working the tender flesh of his balls. I suck against his strokes and
groan against his shaft. Zach’s breathing is erratic, and he’s
grunting like a bull every time he slams into my mouth. His fingers
are gripping my hair so tight that I’m afraid he might pull it
out, but all of it… all of this wild, uninhibited mouth
fucking that’s turning him on so much right now is about one of
the best things I’ve ever done in my life. Zach thinks he’s
in control because he’s set the pace in my mouth, but I’m
actually the one that has it.
He gave it to me the
minute he asked me not to stop.
Zach’s balls
contract and shrink in my hand, and I know he’s close. A quick
glance up and I see he’s staring down at me with rapture on his
face.
“Feels so
fucking good, Moira,” he whispers just before closing his eyes
and going deadly still after pushing in deep. I feel the first shots
of his climax hit the back of my throat and I swallow it down, even
as more shoots into my mouth. He tastes salty… earthy like the
forest, and I love every drop of it.
Zach moans softly
while he comes in my mouth, his grip releasing my hair and his
fingers caressing my face with care.
He pulls out of my
mouth and immediately drops to his knees in front of me, using his
grasp on my face to pull me in. He kisses me harshly, sticking his
tongue in deep, and I know he tastes himself in my mouth. I can’t
help but groan at this bold move, and I kiss him back for all I’m
worth.
When he finally
pulls his mouth away from mine, his eyes are warm and sated. “I
liked that very much.”
“Me too,”
I whisper. “Me too.”
And I think this is
only the beginning of what we are going to discover about each other.