19. Noah #3
Her hands drift lower, brushing the tip of my cock. “You don’t need to do that.” I’m shivering from her slow, torturous exploration of my length, her fragile fingers caress my muscles and veins begging for release.
Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock, and fuck.
Her grip is perfect. The moment she tightens her hold and gives me one solid, slow stroke from root to tip, a shudder rages through me.
My knees buckle and I stumble back into the wall for support.
Shit. She massages me, her soft fingers gliding over my skin, and I’m already leaking, a bead of precum welling up at my slit.
I’m dead. This is it. Her hands feel this good and I’m leaking like a fucking teenager. I’m that turned on.
“Charlie...” Too late, she’s dropping to her knees.
Her tongue licks the tip of my dick. She slides her hand up and down a few times, massaging the tip before...
oh fuck. She’s not speaking, it’s the devilish look in her eyes.
She does it again, a slow, languid lick from the edge of my balls all the way up the throbbing underside of my dick to the very tip.
I groaned, my head thudding back against the wall. Oh, fuck. She did it again, her tongue putting me under its spell. She slides her tongue up and down my shaft a few times, her thumb swirling over the slick tip.
And then she took me.
She didn’t just bob down. She engulfs me.
Her mouth is a furnace of wet, sucking heat, and she takes me all the way to the root in one smooth motion.
I’m seeing stars already. My vision tunnels.
Her nose presses into my pubic bone, and I feel her throat constrict around the head of my cock.
Holy fucking hell. She held me there for a timeless second, and I was lost, completely submerged in the sensation.
She pulls back, licking her way back up my length with agonizing slowness, her tongue swirling around the crown before she sinks down again, taking me deep.
And again. And again. Her head begins to move in a perfect, steady rhythm, up and down my dick, her hand working in unison with her mouth, stroking what she can’t take.
I love the way she sounds. The wet, sucking noises, the soft gagging as she takes me deep, the little moans vibrating against my shaft.
“Oh fuck, Charlie,” I gasp, my fingers curling into her hair.
I don’t take control, not really. I just follow her rhythm, my hips giving tiny, helpless pumps into the incredible warmth of her mouth.
I’m not going to last. It’s been too long, and this is too good. She’s too good.
Her pace is relentless. I don’t think I’ve ever been deepthroated, but here she is.
I haven’t come from messing with a girl in months.
None of them seemed to do it right. But Trouble here is lavishing and putting all her attention on the head, her tongue flicking and teasing the slit, sucking just the tip like she is trying to pull the soul right out of me.
I can feel the pressure coiling in my balls, a tight, electric knot that has been dormant for far too long.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn her, my voice a strangled mess. “Charlie, fuck, I’m gonna come.”
That just made her suck harder. Her pace quickens, her hand stroking faster at the base. The tip of my dick tingles, a prickle of imminent release spreads through my entire body. I feel my abs clench and my thighs tremble.
It rips through me with a force that steals the air from my lungs.
A raw, guttural groan tears from my throat as I rock my hips forward, shooting pulse after pulse into her mouth.
She doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t pull away.
She sucks hard, milking me, her throat working around me as she swallows every fucking drop.
A deep, satiated warmth floods my chest, my limbs are heavy and boneless. I lean back against the wall, completely wrecked. I’m tainted by her. I’m going to fall for her. I’m scared shitless because I can’t stop it.
“I don’t want to be a virgin anymore,” she says between my legs. “Please...”
“I can’t...” I grasp her forearm, standing her up, but she kisses me. I’m as frail as tin and my hands cup her cheeks as she lets me slip my tongue back into her mouth. When she pushes away, my fingers trace her neck, finding her pulse with a thumb.
“Why? Please tell me why you can’t.”
“You’re going to ruin me.” I brush my lips against hers, and she hums. “You realize that, right?” She scans my face. “I’m not going to take something like that from you.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I’ll go...” She slips out of my grip, taking my shirt and throwing it over her head. It’s long enough to be a dress as she slips back into her underwear.
“Wait.”
“I’ll see you around.” She heads to the door, and I grasp her forearm.
“I’m not like him. I swear I’ll never put that pressure on you.”
“Yeah...” She unlocks the door, and it creaks open. She hesitates, holding the handle, and turns to me. “You’re different, but I get it. I’m just never good enough for anyone,” she says.
I let her go, and she scurries out. Her footsteps creak on the floor, and I hear the front door open and close. Shit.