25. Not a Popsicle
25
Hadley
It’s been several days since Foster first introduced me to the pleasure that is oral sex. He blew my mind that night, then again, the next after the Bandits were victorious on the football field. I still blush a little over how he insisted I keep his jersey on because, and I quote, “you look sexy as fuck in my clothes.”
And, once again, he refused to let me return the favor somehow.
We haven’t done anything overtly sexual since. Instead, we’ve been spending our evenings together talking, watching television shows and movies, and laughing. A lot. We also spend a fair amount of time making out like teenagers. I’m not complaining. I missed out on all this when I was a teenager, so it’s like Foster is giving me a much-needed do-over.
And I might not know a lot about the male sex drive and the physical ramifications of abstinence, but I do know this needs to end. I’ve gotten to know Foster pretty well, and I know he won’t take things to the next level until he’s sure I’m ready.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to give him the same pleasure he’s given me in the meantime. Problem is, I have no idea how to do it or even where to start.
But I do know a few people who do.
Pulling my phone from my back pocket, I leave the desk where I’ve been working and head into the living room. After plopping down onto the couch, I pull up my text thread with the girls.
Me: I need some advice.
Roxy: Swallow. Don’t spit.
Me: You actually swallow it?
Roxy: It was a joke, Had.
Roxy: Wait. Is the advice you need actually about blow jobs?
Skye: Aww. Our baby girl is growing up.
Tessa: Hadley?
I close my eyes and breathe for a moment, then force my thumbs to type out the message.
Me: I want to try it, but I have no idea what I’m doing.
Skye: Have you seen his cock, yet? The proper technique differs with size.
Me: No *frowny face emoji*
Me: But it seems like it might be huge.
Skye: How huge, exactly?
Roxy: Stop it, Skye. Hadley is not discussing the size of her man’s junk with you.
Skye: I need to know if she can suck it all the way in or not if I’m going to give her decent advice.
Me: So, do you actually suck? Like a popsicle?
Tessa: No!
Roxy: Sometimes.
Skye: Like you’re drinking a super thick milkshake through a tiny straw.
Roxy: Skye. Stop being such a pain in the ass.
Skye: *middle finger emoji*
Tessa: Had, just do what feels natural. Take your cues from him. You’ll be able to tell what feels good to him.
Skye: Whatever you do, don’t use your teeth.
Roxy: Okay, that is good advice. I knew you had it in you, Hooker.
Tessa: A little light, gentle teeth action is okay sometimes.
Skye: Tessa White! You little whorebag!
Tessa: Shut up.
Skye: *vampire emoji* *eggplant emoji* *water droplets emoji*
Me: Okay. Do what feels natural. No teeth, unless I’m super gentle. Swallow, don’t spit. Got it.
Tessa: You can spit if you’re not comfortable with swallowing. Not every woman does.
Me: But how do I start things?
Skye: Drop to your knees and open your mouth?
Skye: Okay, last one. I promise.
Roxy: Skye, your snark is in rare form today. What’s going on with you?
Skye: Nothing. I’m just hilarious, is all.
Tessa: We’ll revisit Skye’s obvious bad mood later. Hadley, just wait until you’re already fooling around, then slowly make your way southward.
Me: He stops me every time I try. He says my pleasure is all the pleasure he needs.
Roxy: Damn.
Skye: That’s hot.
Tessa: Then you’ll just have to tell him that you want to experience everything with him, including finding your own pleasure in his pleasure. He’s really doing you a disservice.
Skye: Ha! Good one Tess. He won’t be able to talk his way out of that one.
Roxy: Good luck, Had!
Tessa: You got this, girl.
Skye: *tongue emoji* *peach emoji* *explosion emoji*
Me: Wait, what? I should lick his butt to make him come?
Roxy: No.
Tessa: Only if you want to.
Skye: *laughing emoji* I love you so much, Hadley. Have fun and report back later.
I toss my phone to the couch beside me with a sigh. That wasn’t as helpful as I’d hoped, but at least I have some idea of what to do. I look down at the device.
Maybe I should watch some porn? Get a few tips from the pros?
I shake my head and slump back against the couch. No. If I tried stuff the porn stars do, I’d look and feel like a fucking idiot.
I’ll just listen to Tessa and do what feels right. I just hope I don’t end up looking like a clueless idiot, regardless.
I try to act as normal as possible during dinner, but Foster has already learned to recognize my nervous ticks and tells. I’m a hot mess, not only because of what I plan to try tonight––I’ve never even seen a real penis, much less touched one––but because I don’t know how he will react.
Will he hold me at an arm’s length like he has every time I’ve tried to touch him? Sexually, I mean.
Innocent touches are fair game. I can hold his hand. I can hug him. Cuddle him. Hell, I can even pull his hair when he’s bringing me pleasure.
But that’s all. Any time I try to touch his cock, even over his clothes, he stops me.
Does he think I’ll fail? That my fumbling attempts to make him come will end in disaster, effectively ruining the good thing we have going? That I’ll literally suck at…sucking?
“Hadley.”
“What?” I chirp, snapping out of my internal freak out.
“Hey,” he says, turning in his chair to face me, taking my hand in his and brushing his thumb over my knuckles. “What’s going on with you tonight?”
His gentle concern hits me right in the chest. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“I’m kind of freaking out,” I murmur.
“Over what?” he asks in that same soft, comforting tone.
My panting breaths match the tempo of my racing heart, but I steel my spine. It’s now or never.
I turn toward him, wedging my knees in between his. I spread mine wide to push his apart. Untangling my fingers from his, I wrap my hand around his neck and tug him forward for a kiss. Foster quickly takes over, pushing his tongue between my lips to taste me. I rest my free hand on his thigh, then slowly slide it up its length. Just before I get to the promised land, Foster grabs my wrist to halt my hand’s motion and breaks off our kiss with a groan.
“Hadley,” he grunts as if he’s in pain.
“Please, Foster. I want to.”
He must hear the desperation in my voice, because his gaze snaps up to mine. Releasing my wrist, he reaches up and gently brushes the hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. His eyes search mine for a moment, then he nods.
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” I say, relief sending the words flying out of my mouth in a rush. “I don’t know what I’m doing or if it will be any good, but I want to try.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, pulling me forward to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Just thinking about your touch brings me to my knees. It could never be anything less than pure bliss.”
I move to kiss him again, but he pulls back and stands. “Not here. Not like this.”
He holds out a hand for me, and I take it. Pulling me to my feet, he leads me from the room and toward the staircase, leaving our dinner dishes for a later time. Not that I’m worried about that. This is it. He’s finally going to let me touch him.
He pulls me into his room and toward the bed. We stop beside it, and Foster kisses me until I’m breathless before taking a step back to slowly disrobe. First, his shirt lands on the floor. Next, his shoes, socks, and pants join it, forming a messy pile.
All the oxygen evacuates the room as my gaze roves over him. His broad, muscled chest and thick arms. His toned abs. The dents on either side that disappear beneath his black boxer briefs. And––
“Oh, wow,” I murmur as I take in the large bulge beneath the cotton.
It seems to grow larger as I study it, then Foster’s hand is there, gripping it through his underwear. I’m panting like I just ran a mile, and there’s a throbbing in my core, making me squirm.
Foster releases his cock, and in one smooth motion, whips his underwear down. Straightening to his full, magnificently naked height, he takes his cock in hand again and strokes it slowly.
“Not too late to back out,” he says, and I can hear the desperation in his voice.
He definitely doesn’t want me to change my mind, and knowing that makes me feel powerful. I look up to meet his eyes and slowly shake my head.
“Oh, thank God,” he breathes, then sits down on the edge of the bed. “Take your clothes off, Hadley. I want to feel your skin against mine.”
I give him a jerky nod, my nerves making a sudden reappearance. But there’s a fire in his eyes as he watches me. A heaving in his chest like he’s gasping for breath. He’s gnawing his lip and squeezing his cock like the mere thought of my nakedness is going to make him blow.
The powerful feeling from earlier is back, and I reach down to grip the hem of the sundress I’m wearing. Taking a deep breath, I yank it up and over my head before tossing it aside.
“Holy shit,” Foster chokes out.
I’m wearing a lingerie set Skye bought me last year as a gag gift. The panties are pretty much three pieces of black dental floss attached to a tiny heart that barely covers my mound. The bra isn’t much better, lots of strings holding up two tiny triangles of transparent black gauze over my nipples.
“You like?” I ask, forcibly keeping my hands at my sides when they try to move to cover all the private bits.
“I love,” he growls. “Come here.”
I move forward, and as soon as I’m within reach, he snakes his arms around me and jerks me onto the bed, rolling us until I’m on my back beneath him. He presses his mouth to mine, and my nails rake lightly down his back as every nerve in my body sparks to life.
His erection rubs against my nearly bare sex, and I gasp at the sensation of feeling his bare cock against my skin. I tilt my hips to increase the pressure, but Foster quickly shifts, pulling away. Before I can protest, he rolls us over, landing on his back with me splayed across his chest.
“You’re in control, Hadley. Do whatever feels good to you, and it will feel good to me. I promise,” he rasps.
I lick my lips and kiss him once before moving downward. His scratchy five o’clock shadow burns my lips, but I like it. Moving over to his side, I brace myself on my hands and knees while I kiss and lick every inch of his chest, the hollow of his stomach, the ridges of his abs.
I startle when his hand smooths over my ass, kneading it gently before moving between my thighs to toy with my clit. I didn’t expect him to do more than lay there while I explored his body, but I’m not going to complain. I’m already wet and needy from touching and tasting him, and I haven’t even made it to his cock yet.
Speaking of which…
Bracing one hand on Foster’s thigh, I push myself up and study his thick cock. Slowly lifting it, I wrap my fingers around its girth. A moan rumbles in Foster’s chest as his fingers work my clit faster and harder. Dipping my head, I lick his erection from base to tip in one long stroke.
“Oh, Jesus. Hadley. Fuck.”
That feeling of power inside me swells, and I lick him again. He spits out a few more curses, and I see a drop of fluid bead on the slit at the tip of his cock. I swipe my tongue over it, tasting its salty flavor. Foster groans again, and taking a breath, I open my mouth and slip the head of his cock in, sucking it gently.
Foster’s heavy pants echo around me as I push him deeper into my mouth, running my tongue over the bumpy veins. Lifting my head until just the head remains between my lips, I pause a beat, then push back down, even deeper than before.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” Foster murmurs.
The fingers on my clit pause, then slowly move to my entrance. I stiffen when Foster dips a fingertip inside me, and his cock slips from my mouth as he pushes that finger deeper, massaging my inner walls.
“Oh, God,” I breathe. When he starts to pull out, I gasp, adding, “Don’t stop.”
Another first Foster has introduced me to, and fuck, does it feel good. He pumps the finger inside me, and my own hand starts to stroke his cock to the same tempo. I’m running on pure instinct at this point, and if Foster’s heavy breathing and low moans are any indication, my instincts are spot-on.
Dipping my head, I push him back into my mouth. I take him as far as I can manage without choking, bobbing my head in time with his plunging finger. When he pulls the finger free, I almost cry out, but he pushes it back in with a second finger, filling me. The pressure inside me builds, and I suck him in earnest, losing the steady pace I held before. My movements are erratic and wild as he fucks me with his fingers. I squeeze the base of his cock while my mouth works, and I feel his thigh muscles tense under my hand.
“I’m getting close, Hadley.” I hum in response, and he groans. “Seriously, you should stop and just finish me with your hand.”
I don’t want that. I want him to come on my tongue so I can taste it. So I can feel it running down my throat. So I keep fucking him with my mouth while he fingers me, the whole experience driving me wild in a way I’ve never felt before.
“I’m going to come. Come with me, Hadley. Let go,” he gasps out between breaths.
Then his fingers shift direction, hitting a spot deep inside me I never even knew existed. My orgasm explodes through me, and moisture floods his fingers, spilling out to trickle down my thighs. Before I can react, Foster shouts, and his hot release hits the back of my throat. I swallow it down, sucking gently until there’s no more to be had.
Foster’s cock slides through my numb lips, and I rest my cheek on his abdomen as I try to catch my breath. His fingers are still inside me, pumping gently like he can’t bear to pull them free. My inner walls clench down as an aftershock spirals through me, and Foster hums with pleasure.
Lifting myself up, I turn to look at him. He pulls his fingers free of me and tugs me toward him. I stretch out beside him, my head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped tightly around me.
“That was magnificent,” he whispers, pressing a light kiss to my forehead.
I smile against his skin and snuggle closer.
He’s right. It was totally and completely magnificent. And nothing like sucking a popsicle.