Chapter 10 - Asmodeus #2
Another moan escapes her lips, the scent of her arousal spiking again.
I lean back against the door, my legs spread out, one along the bench of the seats and my left foot planted on the floor of the truck, giving her access to my cock.
She tentatively scoots herself forward, her hands reaching for my waistline.
She undoes the button and slowly pulls down the zipper.
I lift up my hips without her having to ask so she can lower my pants.
She doesn’t pull them down any farther, my legs trapped from the fabric.
She stares down at the giant wet spot on my underwear, licking her lips.
She gingerly trails her hand along my cock, tracing the outline of me over my underwear; the feel of her hand makes my cock twitch.
A shy smile on her lips, a gleam in her eyes.
I internally groan as I lean my head back against the window; she’s going to be the death of me, but in all the most glorious, wicked ways.
After what feels like forever, the sweet torture of her gentle caresses is over as she pulls me out through the opening of my underwear. The sight of my pulsing, hot erection makes her eyes go wide, and her mouth pops open in the shape of an O.
I growl, “do you like what you see?” taunting her.
She nods her head vigorously, too stunned to speak.
My cock was a lighter shade of violet than the rest of me, and the head turned more of a reddish purple color.
The head had a fat lip that flared around the crown and was shaped like a bell, thick dark veins running down its length.
My cock was a solid eight and a half inches from root to tip and curved upward.
She grabbed it at the base, her hand not quite able to fit completely around it.
I didn’t have my knot yet, that came after claiming our mate, but once I did, she would have to use both hands.
The thought of her squeezing my knot had me growling.
The deep growl reverberated through the cab, making her moan from the vibrations.
She slowly works her way up my shaft, tracing the veins with featherlight touches, making my cock jerk in her grasp.
She uses the come that coats my tip as lubrication, working her way up and down my shaft, twisting her hand when she gets to the tip, squeezing the tip, before working her hand down again.
I was beyond worked up from having her hands on me that precome leaked profusely from my slit.
She licks her lips at the sight of my cock dripping for her. Her hot hand grips the base of my cock as she leans down, flicking her tongue against the slit, capturing a bead of moisture.
“Such a good girl, how do I taste?” I growled, barely able to speak.
“So good,” she moans, as she goes back for more, this time wrapping her mouth around the entire head.
I grunt as she sucks on the tip, her tongue pressing against the slit.
Fuck, I wasn’t going to last long. Her mouth felt phenomenal, hot and wet.
I placed my hand at the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of hair as she sank lower on my cock, moaning around me as she takes me deeper.
Her plush pink lips stretch around my cock, setting me ablaze.
I grunt as I start to gently thrust my hips upward.
The hand around my base starts to match the movement of her mouth as she bobs up and down.
She sucks hard on the tip, making me moan.
“I’m close,” I grunt out. Thrusting my hips faster as I keep hold of her head, tightening my grip in her hair.
The movement spurs her on, sucking my tip again, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come in your mouth and down your throat,” I warn.
But apparently it wasn’t a warning at all because she doubled her efforts, working her mouth and fist faster on me, the grip from her hand tight and smooth.
I can feel the base of my spine start to tingle, my balls drawing up.
Bright hot flashes of pleasure shoot down my spine and into my cock, too late to give her any warning.
A loud possessive growl leaves my lips as it morphs into a choked-out moan.
I hold her head as my cock jerks in her mouth, ropes of hot come releasing down her throat.
I can feel her throat convulsing as she swallows me down.
She continues to suck as my cock continues its onslaught of come.
Releasing my hand from her hair, I’m able to caress her cheek and face, my thumb wiping the tears away.
I moan again as she continues to suckle on the head, getting every last drop.
“You’re fucking beautiful. Such a good girl swallowing me all,” Praising her as she finally pops off my cock.
Tear tracks running down her flushed and reddened cheeks, her lips all swollen and abused.
I lean forward and kiss her gently, tasting myself on her lips.
I lean back, taking in and appreciating her disheveled appearance, excited for next time.
I tuck my cock back into my pants and button them back up, adjusting myself to look presentable again.
I turn towards her, wanting to let her know how much this evening mattered to me.
“I had an amazing night, and thank you much for giving me a chance, giving us a chance. I wanted to try to give you some time since I know you haven’t been here long and just got out of a long relationship, but I couldn’t wait any longer.
I can’t wait to treasure you and show you how I’m worth it.
This was the first date I have been on. I hope I did well and you enjoyed yourself just as much as I did.
” It all spills out of me, my heart on my sleeve, unable to rein it in.
I was afraid that it would be too much and chase her off, but it was too late now, I wasn’t going to take my words back.
She gives me a small smile, understanding written on her face, “It’s okay, I understand.” She reaches out, grabbing the hand that’s resting on my leg. Her touch and comfort calmed me down.
“I had an amazing day and date. You did wonderful. It was really fun, but also romantic and cozy. I appreciate all the effort you put into it.” I forgot how to breathe as she complimented me, my heart stuttering from the happiness and pride I felt from pleasing and providing for my mate.
“Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me. Let’s get you home now, okay?
” I whisper, a part of me hoping she says no.
Wanting her to tell me to take her with me; tell me she wants to go home with me, that I’m her home.
Baby steps here, that will come with time.
She nods her head, but I see the slight disappointment, matching my own.
Once we get situated, I take her back to Thea’s house. I give her multiple goodnight kisses before I head home, forcing myself to leave her side for the night.
When I get back home after dropping her off, my cock is already aching and erect, even though I came twice an hour ago.
I groan in frustration, palming my cock outside my pants, hoping to get a little relief.
I was coated in her scent and it awakened some of my more primal urges, driving me out of my mind with need.
I needed to get control over myself before I did something foolish such as getting back into my truck and demanding that she come back home with me.
My deeper urges and instincts were saying that we wouldn’t accept no, that it wasn’t a question.
I would throw her over my shoulder and throw her in my truck if I had to.
I stomped upstairs, grudgingly heading towards my bedroom and eventually the bathroom.
All my instincts demanded we continue to smell like her, but I needed to ground myself, and the only way to do that was to wash her off my skin.
I turned the shower on as hot as it could go, throwing my clothes into the hamper.
I stepped into the scalding hot water, barely feeling the heat.
I looked down and my cock was fully erect, so hard it was on the side of painful. The veins were popping out, and the head was angry and leaking. I squeeze the tip, making my balls draw up. A shuddering breath escapes me. Closing my eyes, Blair immediately fills my thoughts.
Picturing her in front of me on her knees with her lips around my cock has me leaking precome all over the shower floor. I was unbelievably keyed up from the events of this evening that this was going to be quick, and being able to still smell her on my face isn’t helping.
I start tugging and squeezing hard on my tip over and over again as I picture her waiting for my come.
I wanted her coated in my scent, and she was being a willing participant; kneeling beneath me, waiting for the prize.
She had her hands on my thighs, rubbing and massaging the thick muscle beneath my skin.
She would get close but not touch what I wanted her to the most. She raised herself slightly to kiss and suck on my inner thigh and balls.
The light touches make me feel extremely sensitive.
I have enough precome to cover my palm now, helping my hand slide along my length.
As the hot water pounds down my back, the steam from the hot water swirls around me, gaining the scent of her, lily of the valley flowers.
I would definitely need to get some essential oils with that scent for myself.
I pump my hand faster along my length, starting to feel the tingle at the bottom of my spine, the sensation expanding through my body.
I take a deep breath and envision her below me again, beautiful against the black tile of the shower.
She looks absolutely excited for my load, that the picture itself has me erupting all over her face, mouth, and chest, making a mess out of her.
At the end, she reaches up and licks off my tip, sucking the last drop of me, swallowing it.
I take a deep breath and open my eyes, coming back to reality where I was alone in my shower, my load all over the shower wall instead of on her.
I wash off quickly and get out of the shower, wrapping a large towel around my waist. I brush my teeth, following my nighttime routine, getting myself ready for bed.
My head starts to think back on everything that’s happened since I met Blair.
I noticed that my come has begun to change.
In the shower it was apparent there was more volume than before and the consistency was getting slightly thicker.
I groaned, thinking back to how sweet her mouth was after I busted inside it, my come coating her lips.
I wonder if the taste had started changing, becoming sweeter and more enticing for her.
It was imperative that I stop this train of thought and get some rest before I spent all night jacking off to thoughts of her.