Blake
Ialmost choke. My dream girl is asking me to show her how to jerk me off and suck me off.
“Maybe you can show me how you like to jerk off, then I’ll take over with my hand and my mouth?”
“Briar,” I growl. “Are you serious right now?”
She strokes my cock. Pleasure shoots through my dick and balls.
I cup her cheek in my hand and kiss her. “Okay.”
“Will you turn on the light?” she asks, her mouth against mine. “I wanna see everything you do so I know how to make you feel good.”
Her sweet, sexy words send heat all over my body. I reach over and turn on the bedside lamp. We both close our eyes at the sudden brightness, but after a few seconds, we adjust.
I push down the bedsheets. My gaze snags on Briar wearing my T-shirt.
Need surges through me. Fuck, I love the way she looks when she wears my clothes.
I kiss her before she pulls her hand away from me. Then I slide off my boxers and toss them on the floor.
When I look back at her, her eyes are wide, and her mouth is open.
“Wow. You’re huge.”
I can’t help the burst of pride in my chest.
“I mean, it makes sense. You’re really tall.”
She tears her gaze from my dick and focuses on my face. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to objectify you just now.”
I brush her hair out of her face. “You objectify me as much as you want.”
She bites back a giddy smile. I lie on my back and grip the base of my cock. I give myself a rough stroke. Already I’m throbbing. This isn’t going to take much.
I try to pace myself with a slow breath.
“You’re really hard already,” she says, her eyes glittery as she looks at me.
I quirk my eyebrow at her. “Because I’m naked in bed with you.”
She beams before looking back down at my dick. I give myself another slow stroke.
“Do you always go slow like this?” she asks.
I shake my head. “I’m not usually this turned on when I start jerking off.”
I lean over and bite her shoulder softly. Her mouth curves up in the cutest smile. She licks her lips, her eyes widening when I stroke myself again.
“Can I try?”
I nod. I pull my arm away and watch as she grabs me in her hand.
I groan at her touch. She’s so soft. I stare at her delicate fingers—at the shiny red polish on her nails.
Something wild and feral swoops through my chest. The contrast of seeing her painted fingernails against my hard dick is hot as hell.
Heat simmers in my groin. She jerks me slowly, and the pressure builds.
“Oh, fuck,” I growl.
“What is it?”
“I’m really close,” I grit out.
Her brow lifts. “Already?”
“I told you. Being next to you, feeling your touch…it’s the biggest turn-on. It’s not gonna take much.”
She strokes me again. “How am I doing? Is the pressure okay? Am I gripping you too hard?”
I shake my head. “It’s perfect. You’re so perfect.”
She blushes and flashes a bashful smile. With her other hand, she starts to play with my balls. My knees buckle. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, trying my hardest to hold off my orgasm.
“I read this in a romance book one time,” she says. “Does it feel okay?”
I nod frantically. “Really fucking good,” I mutter before putting a hand over hers and stopping her.
Her eyes are big as she looks at me. “Oh, sorry, did I do something wrong?”
“No, it felt amazing. I was gonna come too soon. I want this to last.”
She beams once more. I swallow and breathe, watching as she works me in her hand. Her touch becomes more confident as she strokes me faster.
“You’re doing so good, babe,” I say.
She aims those big green eyes up at me. “Can I suck you now?”
Christ.
“Yeah,” I rasp.
She looks down at the head of my cock, which is coated with precum. She doesn’t move for a long moment.
“Hey,” I say softly. “If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.”
“It’s not that. I want this to be good for you, but I’ve never done this before.”
I cup her face in my hand, my chest warm at just how much she cares about me. How much she wants to please me.
“It’s going to be amazing, Briar. Because it’s you. And everything about you turns me on.”
That wrinkle in her brow fades. “How do you like your dick to be sucked?”
“Slow licks at first, up and down my shaft.”
She leans down and drags her tongue up my cock.
“Ah, fuck…” My head falls back as pleasure slingshots through my lower abdomen.
“Like that?” she asks, doing it again.
“Yeah, babe. Just like that.”
She gives me a few more slow, teasing licks. I run my fingers through her hair, careful not to pull hard.
“Run your tongue on the underside of the head of my cock,” I growl. It takes a second before I register how bossy I sound. “Please.”
She does what I tell her, and my cock twitches, feeling her hit that sensitive spot. I grit my teeth. My breathing kicks up, and my chest is tight.
“Will you suck on the head of my dick, babe? Please?”
She swallows the head of my cock between her lush lips while gripping the base in her hand. My brain starts to disintegrate.
She sucks me softly while stroking my shaft. My vision begins to blur.
“Fuck, babe. You’re a natural. So good at sucking my cock.”
She hums around my dick, sucking a little harder now.
I fist the bedsheets as the pleasure and pressure inside of me collide.
“Good fucking girl. Just like that.” My chest rises and falls with each desperate breath I take. “Yes…holy shit, Briar…your tongue…your mouth…fucking heaven…”
She moans softly around me. And that’s when I know I’m seconds from exploding.
“Babe, I’m close. You can pull off now, I—”
But she doesn’t move. She sucks harder and holds me in place with her hand.
A second later, I blow. I roar as release blasts through me. I come so hard, I black out.
I fall back against the bed. Every muscle in my body tenses. My blood pumps hot in my body. My skin is hot too. I can barely hear; my ears are ringing so loud.
I blink, my vision fuzzy. When I can finally see again, I make out Briar sitting up, licking her lips, a teasing smile playing on her pretty lips.
I reach up, grab her face, and pull her down to kiss me. I groan at the tang of my cum in her sweet mouth.
“You swallowed?” I say against her lips.
She smiles and kisses me. “Yeah.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to.”
She lies down, resting her head on my chest. I hum at the feel of her warm, soft body on top of mine.
She leans up to look at me. “How did I do?”
“Incredible. Perfect ten. One hundred percent. A plus, plus, plus.”
She chuckles and kisses my chest. When I blink, my eyelids feel heavy. I yawn.
“You should rest,” she whispers before reaching up to turn off the lamp.
I drift off to sleep, my arms wrapped around Briar, feeling happier than I have in a long time.