Chapter 14 #2
“Such a pretty dick,” I repeat as I examine it by the dim light of the bathroom that we must have left on.
I can’t really see him clearly, but I see enough.
He’s uncut, somewhere between five and six inches.
He’s fatter in the middle than his head or base.
I’m reminded of the cock feature in omegaverse novels referred to as a knot.
It’s not that bulbous or larger than the rest of his dick, but I love it all the same.
“So, so sexy,” I murmur.
“Faaaaadeeee,” he whines, and I laugh. “Fuck, you want me to beg. Is that what you’re into?”
“Maybe but no. I’m just admiring.”
“Can you admire after? I desperately need to get off.”
“You’re so impatient. Maybe we should see if you’re into bondage. I can tie you up so you can’t harass me while I take my time,” I suggest.
“Fuck you.”
“That’s on the table too, sweetheart.” I glance up at him, and my heart flips dramatically when I find his dark eyes watching me. “That what you want? Want to fuck me?”
Erez groans, and his head falls back. “Yes, but right now, I need you to—fuck.”
I interrupt his explanation by bringing his crown into my mouth. Just his sweet mushroom tip as I rub my thumb along the vein that runs the underside of his dick. His knees jerk up, boxing my head in when I give a little suck.
“Fuck. Yes, Fade. Do that.”
My cock throbs whenever he says my name as if it’s a reminder that he knows exactly who he’s with. He’s not pretending I’m someone else. He’s not imagining that this situation is different. He knows exactly who he has on his dick.
Now that I have him in my mouth, I drop down a little further, pulling his loose skin around his sweet cock with me. Taking him deeper until my mouth has to widen over the fatter part of his cock. Mmm. I really love that widening. Who knew it could be so sexy?
I press the underside of my tongue to his frenulum and am rewarded by his hips bucking. So responsive. Keeping my tongue there, I mold my mouth firmly around his shaft and gently suck him.
Erez makes a whiny groaning noise that drops right to my balls. I swear, my nuts vibrate the longer he makes that sexy noise.
“I’m not playing,” Erez grunts, hips bucking again when I pull back up to his head. “I’m going to get off quickly.”
He whines in frustration when I release his dick. “You act like it’s been years since you’ve gotten off and not just twelve hours. We rubbed one out in the shower this morning.”
“Stop talking and suck my dick, fucker,” he gripes.
I laugh and take his dick in my fist. He’s not quite slippery enough for a good stroke, but him being uncut helps. For just a moment, I’m mesmerized when his head is revealed in time with my lazy strokes. Peek-a-boo, pretty mushroom top. Look at you hiding!
“I swear to god, I’m going to flip you over and fuck your face,” Erez warns.
A grin spreads, and I look up at him. “Honey, one of us actually works out at the gym. Care to tell me which one you think that is?”
His eyes narrow, but I save him from having to retort when I bring him into my mouth again.
I don’t know why he’s in such a hurry to get off, but I decide to put him out of his misery and concentrate on that end—not too quickly, of course.
I’m not into quickies, no matter what they are.
I much prefer taking my time and committing to pleasure.
I’m so enraptured by the sounds he makes as I work his dick that I’m startled when he eventually comes.
I don’t choke but only because I’m a fucking professional cock sucker.
I choke when I want to and absolutely no other time.
The sudden burst of briny cum does startle me though, so I jerk off his cock then dive back down before my hasty interruption disrupts his pleasure.
When he’s empty, I let him go and watch his dick with fascination as he slowly softens before my eyes. My hand moves almost absently over him, easing him down from his orgasmic high.
“You’re good at that,” Erez says.
I huff. “Of course I am.”
He snorts. “I can’t promise the same amount of skill, but I can torture you in equal measure if you want a blowie in return.”
“This isn’t a transaction, Erez,” I say, hearing the snippy tone I answer in. “I don’t need a payment.”
“That’s not what I—”
“I know. Sorry.”
His fingers move gently over my head, and I force myself to look up at him. He’s watching me again, and while his eyes are a little glassy with the remnants of our activities, he looks concerned. “You okay?”
Frustrated with myself for possibly fucking this up, I slide up his body until I can press my mouth to his. He returns my kiss willingly, just as he always does. It gives me a moment to gather my thoughts and shove aside the distraction of my throbbing cock.
“I’m sorry,” I say against his mouth. “I’m not into the transactional sex culture that’s loud in the world these days. I know you, and I shouldn’t have assumed. The familiar cadence of the words just put me on the defensive. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”
His fingers are soft along my face, and I squeeze my closed eyes shut a little tighter. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m not into hook-up culture. I’m not exactly interested in relationships, either, which means sex isn’t something I engage in often.”
“Haven’t noticed,” I lie.
He doesn’t miss the lie.
That’s the end of our conversation. Erez doesn’t ask me how I want to get off again.
I’m not even sure I know how I want to get off, so I don’t think about it.
I trust Erez to tell me he’s not into something and just…
follow what feels good. I do get off, but only after I make sure Erez enjoys a second orgasm.