Chapter 31 #2
Instead of answering, I drop to my knees and peer up at him from beneath my lashes.
Chesney’s blue eyes darken with desire as he watches me pop open his belt, then slowly work open the button on his jeans before sliding his zipper down.
My mouth waters at the outline of his thick, hard cock on display.
He springs free as I pull the denim down his thighs.
The tip is already leaking, a bead of arousal calling my name.
At first, I wanted to tease Chesney. Make him whimper and beg a little.
But now that his beautiful, meaty cock sits in front of my face, I realize there’s no way.
Not when I’m practically salivating for a taste of him.
Not when I’m dying to run my tongue along the thick, blue vein tracing the length of him.
I need his cock so far down my throat, I can’t breathe.
I need to feel the weight of him against my tongue as I palm his full, heavy balls, and his moans fill the air.
But most of all, I need Chesney Jennings to crumble to pieces from how good I make him feel.
The second his pants drop around his ankles, I greedily flick my tongue over his swollen, glistening tip, groaning when his flavor erupts in my mouth.
I wrap my lips around the flared head, sucking gently as I look up at him.
His jaw is clenched tight, like he’s trying not to make a sound, and his hands hang at his sides, curled into fists.
Fuck, he’s beautiful.
I take Chesney as far back as I can before gagging.
Tears spring to my eyes and my throat constricts, but I don’t let up.
I can’t. I’m consumed by him. All my senses are flooded with him.
Pulling back to the tip, I suck hard before I sinking down again.
This time, he lets out a raspy groan. My balls ache from the sound.
As my head bobs up and down his length, I’m filled with an undeniable hunger that only gets stronger when Chesney brings a hand to the back of my head and grabs a fistful of hair, using the tight grip to guide me the way he wants me.
“Fuckkkk…” Chesney’s eyes are nearly black as they watch his cock disappear between my lips.
After a moment, he brings his other hand to my head, holding it in place as he fucks my face.
Chesney doesn’t hold back, and he’s not gentle, as his dick hits the back of my throat over and over again.
His eyes are wild and full of lust, but there’s something else there too.
Something almost…adoring. “Look at you. Fuck, you take my cock so well,” he says through gritted teeth.
The praise goes straight to my aching cock, and I can hardly handle it. As quickly as I can, I work my pants open, fumbling with the zipper before finally pulling myself free. I moan around his length, my eyelids fluttering as I pump myself while Chesney continues to fuck my face.
His breathing is ragged, and his gaze bounces between my eyes and my mouth. “Oh, fuck.”
My heart is beating so fast as my hand flies up and down my cock. Listening to his moans grow louder, more frequent, and it’s sexy as fuck.
Chesney thrusts his cock to the back of my throat again, this time holding me there for a long beat.
I gag, my throat tightening around him. Tears streak down my face, heat and pleasure spreading through my entire body.
His head falls forward, his lips parted as he slowly pulls my mouth off.
Spit dribbles down my chin, and I suck in a ragged breath before he thrusts back in.
Watching Chesney lose control is staggering and so fucking heady. But knowing I’m the reason is everything.
I’m drunk off of this moment. I never want it to end, but I can tell he’s getting close, and I am too.
Pressure builds from the base of my spine, my body tingling.
Palming his balls with my free hand, I caress them softly before tugging gently.
Chesney’s eyes roll back as a groan rips from his throat.
“I’m gonna come,” he says in a hurry. His fingers tighten almost painfully around my hair again as he never breaks eye contact. Throbbing against my tongue, his cock thickens in my mouth, right before it pulsates and he unloads down my throat.
I swallow everything he feeds me, moaning desperately around him as my release catapults into me. The edges of my vision darken, and my head swims as I explode into my hand, pleasure ricocheting through me so intensely I think I might pass out.
My body is like Jell-O by the time I’m done, and I fight to catch my breath and steady my heart rate as Chesney pulls out of my mouth.
Taking a step back, his chest heaves as we look at each other, neither of us saying anything for a long moment.
Eventually, I stand and right my clothes while he does the same.
Sweat drips down my back, the office feeling a hundred degrees all the sudden.
“What a fucking congratulations that was,” Chesney drawls as soon as his belt is fastened again.
Laughter bubbles out of me. I’m not sure what I expected him to say, but it wasn’t that. “Glad you liked it.”
He snorts. “Liked it? I fucking loved that.”
I do my best to ignore the flutter in my stomach, but I fail miserably.
“So…still want some of that chili?”
“You bet your ass I do,” I say. “Worked up an appetite.”
Chesney holds my gaze, something passing through his eyes I can’t quite place. Then, leaning in, he kisses me tenderly, a loud juxtaposition to the rough way he fucked my face not even five minutes ago.
My lips tingle when he pulls back, and as we descend the stairs, all I can think about is how much I’m already itching to make him come like that again.