Chapter 17 #2
He chokes when he tries to say something, but the way his hips lift, pushing up and trying to grind against my hand, is a pretty good indication of what he wants. I’d still like him to say it.
“Wizard?”
“Yes. Please.”
I want to see all of him. I shove his shirt up, push it all the way until it hinges under his armpits.
He lifts just enough for me to drag it over his arms and off.
He shivers, and probably not from the cool air.
His nipples are tightly beaded. His body is a masterpiece.
He’s worked hard to hone every muscle and sculpt every plane.
My mouth dries out just looking at him. I want to taste and lick every muscle, every seam, every inch.
I want to taste the ink on his arms, black and gray traditional masterpieces.
I want to learn every vein, tease the hairs on his arm, discover every single bit of his body that brings a gasp, or a shiver, or pebbles his skin with goosebumps.
“You’re gorgeous,” I whisper.
I can’t help it. I have to bend and trail a line of kisses between his pecs and down, over his abs. His skin is so smooth. He has no hair anywhere. He’s all velvet over hard, hard muscle. I wonder if he waxes. It’s a weird thing to think, and it’s a strange thing to get turned on by.
I kiss Wizard’s abs, run my tongue along his V and over his obliques. My hand shoots out and cups his pec. I brush my fingers over his hard nipple and he gasps and bucks beneath me.
I peel Wizard’s boxers down. I mean to go slow, but there’s only so much slow you can go before you’re exposing things.
It happens pretty much right away. He’s so hard that his cock is straight vertical.
The tip is purple and leaking precum. I keep going, wondering if it would be worse to take his boxers all the way off or snap them back down, trapping him at the base.
I keep going, and he lifts his legs and squirms out of them the rest of the way, silently showing me what he wants. I don’t know if slow means getting naked in under a few minutes, but we can slow it down from this point on.
I hope.
It’s hard not to grasp him and take him right into my mouth.
I ease back and settle between Wizard’s spread legs. They’re so thick and ridiculously muscled. As soon as I get down here, Wizard’s chest starts pumping. He’s breathing hard, his lips parted, eyes screwed shut.
“Are you okay?” I run my hand up his leg. He shivers violently. Seeing how my touch affects him causes my insides to go wild and squiggly.
He nods.
I run my hand down his thigh again, tracing his quads to his knee, and then back. I don’t stop. I explore the dip where his leg creases. The skin is so delicate and thin. I’m as gentle as I can be, but Wizard still shivers.
I brush my fingertips over his balls, over the hairs around the base of his cock.
He’s so hard that there’s a wet puddle just below his bellybutton.
I mean to trace the length of him—and holy shit, that’s never going to fit into my mouth, even if I take him halfway down my throat, but he groans and freezes.
His back arches, his abs ripple, and then he’s coming.
Hot jets spurt over his stomach. He paints his own chest, shooting off so violently that come squirts over his nipples and stripes his throat. It keeps going, his cock kicking, jetting another squirt that gets him in the chin.
“Oh my god,” he groans, and not in a good way. He slams his arm over his eyes, hiding his face. “Fuck. I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry? Why are you sorry? That was so hot.”
“I told you I wouldn’t last long. That was apparently a massive understatement. Now you’re gonna think I’m so virginal that I blow my load after a single second and one stroke of my balls.”
“Mm.” I know it’s not slow, and it’s definitely not damage control. I just need this. I want him to have this. I can’t stop myself. I drop my mouth to the base of his cock and start licking. My mouth explodes with saliva before I even get the first taste.
He hisses when my mouth makes contact. I lick over his cockhead, salt bursting over my tongue. I need more. I want all of it. I lick along his abs, dragging my tongue through the streaks until I get to the spots that are puddled higher up.
“What are you doing?” His fingers fist in my hair and he tries to tug my head away. “That’s so gross. Don’t do that.”
I let him raise my head and look him in the face. “It’s not gross to me. I like this.”
“I might technically be a virgin, but I’m not a dumbass. No one likes eating come. That’s a porn myth.”
“You’re dead wrong on that. Maybe some people don’t, but I like the way you taste. Salty and earthy and like you.” I shake him off and keep going. I lap up another puddle and hum low in my throat. “If it was gross, I would definitely be gagging. It’s not something I’d be able to fake.”
I lap at his throat while he squirms beneath me, his hips driving up, trying to find friction against anything and everything already.
I lick everything, cleaning him, every drop.
I lave the last bit from his chin, holding it in my mouth until I get to his lips.
I kiss him, give him my tongue, let him taste himself.
His eyes fly wide open with shock. “See?” I whisper. “It’s not gross at all.”
I kiss back down, tracing a reverse path. “What are you doing?” he asks again, less skeptical this time.
“I would really, really love to suck your cock.”
“It’s not…” His throat bobs. “Hard.”
“I know.”
I take him into my mouth. Even like this, about half hard, he’s still more than I can handle.
I love feeling him swell under my tongue as I hold him there.
I suck gently, tasting more of his come.
After that, it’s only about thirty seconds before he’s raging hard again.
I have to pop my mouth off and get my hand in place.
I wrap it firmly around the base of him and suck on his head.
He’s so thick that I’m a mess of saliva and my jaw aches almost immediately, but I love it.
I love it because it’s him. I love how he writhes and groans, how his hands fist in the sheets, his feet scrabble behind me, and his hips thrust up and up because he has zero control.
He’s as big as a warrior, one of his legs alone thicker than my whole body. He’s so huge. He’s my fucking hero in every sense of the word. I love how massive he is underneath of me, and how vulnerable. Not just naked, but open to me in the sweetest way. So vulnerable and gorgeous.
I love that I can know his body this way.
That he trusts me to touch him and learn this with him.
It might be raw and filthy instead of slow and steady, but that’s okay because it’s us and I know Wizard wants this and that he’s enjoying it.
I know that the going slow parts were him thinking about me. It’s always all for me.
I want this to be all for him.
I circle my tongue around his head and jerk my hand down the base of him.
Wizard’s whole body jerks. When I explore his slit and swirl my tongue over that spot, gathering up salty precum, Wizard’s hands claw at the sheets.
He yanks the comforter and the bottom sheet so hard that it pops off the mattress on two separate corners.
I take as much of his cock as I can fit into my mouth, sucking and slurping.
I’m not afraid to be loud or messy. Saliva pools in my hand at his base.
I know that it’s technically cheating to use my hand this way, but there’s also no way and no fucking how that I can get any more of him into my mouth than I already have.
I take him until he’s at the back of my throat and then I swallow and swallow and try to breathe around him.
He’s so thick that my first instinct is to draw back or panic, but I keep swallowing and breathe through my nose.
There’s plenty of air. I’m fine. My jaw hurts, but it’s a nice ache.
He arches on the bed, harder, neck straining, eyes shut, gasping for breath.
I jack him while I keep swallowing. He tries to keep himself still so that he doesn’t destroy my throat.
I don’t know that I’d have that much control if I was him.
When I pull back a little, it’s only so that I can use my tongue, circling it around and around his thick shaft, sucking and licking.
I hum too, and hollow my cheeks so I can suck harder.
I try to set a rhythm that he’ll like, bobbing my head up and down. I tighten my fist too.
Since his cock isn’t down my throat anymore, Wizard isn’t so careful about holding himself back. He thrusts with me, not violently. Gentle rolls of his hips that push his cock to the back of my tongue. He makes noises. Desperate, pleading, whining, and then just heavy breathing.
He curls on the bed, jerking upright. He thrashes his head from side to side. I’m almost a little bit scared that I’m torturing him.
I take pity on him and wrap both hands around his shaft so I can concentrate on his head. I suck. Hard. Harder. Swirl my tongue over him and back, changing direction. I jack him with both hands and stick my tongue into his slit.
“Oh my god! Fuck! Esme!” His palm bounces off my forehead. He tries again, his heels digging hard into the mattress. I hear the rustle as the sheet pops off on the other two sides. He scrabbles at my face, trying to shove me off, but I refuse to move.
He tried to warn me, but I’m good.
I keep sucking and bobbing my face down his length, working my hands in a steady rhythm until hot jets of come spurt against my tongue. I swallow quickly. And again. And more. His hips pump into my mouth and his cock keeps kicking, jetting over my tongue.
How is it possible to come this much after he just came an insane amount?
It’s hot, but there’s no way that I can keep up. My mouth is full even though I’m doing my best. Some leaks out the side, dribbles down my bottom lip, slips down my chin and neck.
“Sorry,” Wizard gasps. “Sorry. Shit. I’m sorry.”
I keep swallowing until he’s done, then I keep sucking on him until he shoves me gently away for a different reason.
He’s way too sensitive to let me keep going.
I release him and clean myself up, licking my lips and then my fingers.
I spilled some on Wizard’s balls. I bend down and lick that off too, giving his balls a suck and a kiss that makes him nearly jack knife off the bed.
I didn’t get to do any balls play. I send them a mental apology. Next time, I promise.
“You’re—really… good at that,” Wizard stammers.
His eyes are glossy and heavy lidded. It looks like he’s struggling to keep them open. I love how big his pupils are, how sleepily he looks up at me. It’s the look of utter wonderment that undoes me.
I kiss my way up his abs, up his chest, over his chin and to his lips.
He opens for me immediately, too tired to make a sound, but he sucks my tongue into his mouth and tries to do things to it like I just did to his cock.
We kiss for a long time, and even though I’m burning up and buzzing and want to stick my hand down between us and touch my clit until I shatter, it’s nice to do this too.
I don’t grind against Wizard. I don’t give myself the friction I crave.
I savor the feel of his tongue stroking mine instead.
I indulge in the taste of his kiss, the feel of his lips.
I love the way the kiss changes, going from furious to almost lazy and sweet.
I hover above Wizard until I can’t hold myself up anymore and then I collapse against him.
We’re still kissing, but eventually even that slows.
Our lips press together, our breaths mingle, skirting over each other’s mouths.
I have just enough energy left to kiss Wizard on the nose and then pepper kisses along his jawline and suck his earlobe into my mouth before I fling myself to the side.
I go boneless against him, liquifying with my body pressed entirely against his side.
All of me is touching all of him. I don’t even know if I have the energy to pull the covers over us and he’s fading fast.
The bed is completely destroyed. I have to fish around before I find a corner of the quilt. I drag it over Wizard’s legs and waist. Most of me is exposed, but I have pajamas and I have all the warmth he’s throwing. I won’t get cold.
“Esme…”
I tilt my head up and look at Wizard, but his eyes are already closed. His thick coppery lashes rest against his cheeks, nearly brushing a few of his freckles.
I close my eyes and as I’m drifting off, I have just enough breath left to whisper out the words I really want him to hear. “Thank you for loving me all this time.”