CHAPTER THIRTY THREE #2
“No! I swear! Fuck! I meant, I don’t only think of you as a man! I promise!”
“Babe, it’s all right,” he said, laying a hand on one thick thigh.
That seemed to cut right through her embarrassment and almost reset her, emotionally.
She took a couple of breaths, then nodded.
“Okay, thank you. Shit.” She laughed. “I meant, when I’m with you, I’m not just ‘being with a man for the first time’.
I mean not literally the first time, since we’ve already done it last month, but I mean in a broader sense.
It’s being with you, Gabe. And I’m attracted to you and comfortable with you in a way I have never been with a man before, and I knew that before we had sex–I mean, I had to in order to get to the having sex part–but suddenly it was like I knew it in my heart... or maybe my soul?”
“Okay, I get it. And that’s why you’re being all up on me?”
She snorted. “Yes. Now...there’s something I’ve always kind of fantasized about doing, and I want to do it, and that’s why I demanded to ride alone with you.”
“Okay…”
“I want to give you road head.”
“Oh. Wow. Awesome. All right, then.”
She laughed and looked around quickly. They were on the highway now and it was a low-traffic time of day. She undid her seatbelt and began leaning down.
“Tell me if I’m getting better at this, I’ll try to finish you off as fast as I can,” she murmured.
“I mean, it’s not like you sucked at it before,” he replied, feeling an erection coming on hard and fast as she unzipped his pants.
“Oh, I didn’t suck dick at sucking dick?”
“Correct.”
“Good to know.”
She freed his erection with nimble fingers, and then he felt the hot puff of her breath and the soft warmth of her hand as she gently cupped his balls and began to massage them slowly. She slipped her lips slowly over his head and he groaned.
Her mouth was a study in pleasure.
She let out a moan of her own, long and loud and intensely erotic, as she slipped her lips slowly down his entire shaft until his head hit the back of her throat. She held it there, then went a bit deeper, then swallowed.
“Ah, fuck!” he groaned as all those slick, hot throat muscles contracted around his head and sent a depth charge of pleasure rupturing out from his core.
She did it again, and again, and twice more, then pulled back. Gabe kept his grip on the steering wheel tight as Liz began bobbing her head, her lips slipping wetly over his head again and again in a dance of hot ecstasy.
He was not lasting long and that was perfectly fine by him.
She kept massaging his balls and moaning as she sucked him off. Her lips were things of utter rapture, total bliss, and she brought him to orgasm in perhaps sixty seconds.
He groaned and fought for his life to maintain focus and control as he began shooting his load into her willing mouth. She groaned louder, sounding deeply pleased with herself, and kept sucking.
“Ah fuuuuck, Liz!” he groaned as he tumbled down into the pink abyss of sexual gratification.
She sucked out every last drop, kept sucking for a bit longer, then tucked him away and sat back up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“So, better?”
“Better than better,” he groaned, panting a little and blinking several times to keep his focus. Thank fucking God this was a straight highway.
She giggled. “I’m glad.” She popped open an energy drink she’d brought along and drank a quarter of it off.
“You know, it doesn’t taste as bad as I thought it would.
I’m already getting used to it. It tastes so weird, but I always thought I’d have to kind of choke it down, because my body would...
I don’t know, reject it? But Krystal said that wouldn’t happen and, well, she was right. ”
“I am extremely glad,” Gabe replied.
“That’s something I really like about you.
I must’ve seen, read about, or heard of about a thousand different ways in which guys just do not appreciate their girlfriends doing stuff for them.
Like, stuff they don’t necessarily like doing, or stuff that has a cost. Usually a discomfort cost. They just take it for granted or, shit, act like they were doing their girlfriends a favor by, for example, allowing them to suck their dick. ”
“Jesus, that’s a level of conceit I can’t even comprehend,” Gabe muttered.
“I mean, roleplaying? Yeah, for sure. But actually doing it? I have no idea how dudes like that get girlfriends, let alone keep them. Or, more than that, here’s what really confuses me: it feels like inevitably when you hear about guys like this, they refuse to get a job, refuse to do any shit around the house, refuse to raise their kid if they have one, and just play fucking video games all day.
Like, how do they live with themselves? I’d fucking kill myself if I acted like that out of sheer, unmitigated shame. ”
“I’m kind of in a similar boat as you, in terms of perspective, but it’s honestly why Krystal just gave up on guys.
Every one of her boyfriends went down this path.
She said it was the same each time: in the beginning they typically had jobs and a half-decent place they were living in, in terms of how clean it was.
Once they got together, somewhere between one and three months, they’d somehow lose their jobs and then spend the rest of the relationship ‘trying to find a new one’.
This was before the job market was as shit as it is now. ”
“Why is it so common, though? I don’t know, I’ve never done that, I’ve never wanted to.”
“Really? I mean, you’re a great guy, a great person, but you don’t see the appeal of it?”