Chapter Seventeen
Todd
For what feels like the first time, I don’t want to get out of bed when my alarm wakes me the next morning. Taylor grumbles beside me, her ass wriggling against my semi-hard cock, and my arm tightens around her waist.
“What do you usually do about that?” she asks.
“Do about what?”
She rolls over and runs her hand up my length. “This.”
My eyes roll in my head. I was worried what the morning after would be like since I could tell she’d been spiraling, but obviously she’s gotten over it.
“It usually goes away while I’m getting ready, but if it doesn’t, I take care of it,” I reply when I regain the ability to.
She looks up at me. “What if I took care of it for you?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, just tell me what to do.”
“What you did last night felt really good.”
She leans in and kisses me. “I was actually thinking of trying something different.”
I can’t help but smirk. “Were you?”
“Mm-hm.” She pulls back just enough to say against my lips, “Teach me how to suck your cock.”
“Fuck, Taylor.” I roll on top of her. “I might just come from you saying that.”
“Teach me how to suck your cock.”
“Okay, get down there and straddle my leg.”
Eyes sparkling, she does as I say.
“Now don’t bite off more than you can chew—you don’t need to take me down your throat on the first try. Whatever you can’t get into your mouth, work with your hand. And if I get too enthusiastic, tap my thigh.”
She nods, staring at my cock like a 3–2 pitch.
“Taylor?”
Her gaze meets mine. “Hm?”
“I’m gonna enjoy this no matter what but I gotta ask so I know what to expect—do you plan to swallow, or do you want me to finish somewhere else?”
“I’ll swallow.” She shrugs. “I’m willing to try anything once.”
Thankfully she immediately takes me into her mouth, so I don’t have time—or the capacity—to dwell on that statement.
True to form, she doesn’t start slow, swallowing half my length from the start. My jaw drops and I look to the ceiling, praying I don’t blow my load too quickly. Her mouth is just so hot and wet—if I could stay buried inside her all day I would.
I grip the sheets when her tongue swirls around the tip. I don’t know where she got that idea, but I love it and hate it at the same time. A strangled moan escapes my lips, and she reads me like a playbook and does it again.
I see her fiery red curls in my peripheral vision, and I’m drawn to them. She didn’t braid them last night, so they’re cascading over her shoulders, the ends tickling her nipples. Reaching down, my fingers slice through her hair, and she grinds against my leg.
“You like that?” I ask.
“Uh huh,” she replies around my cock, and the vibrations nearly end me.
“I love the way you’re dripping all over me. Think you can come just like that?”
She rolls her hips then comes up for air, her fingers still working me. “I don’t think I’ll be able to do both at the same time.”
“Use one of your hands to play with your clit.”
“But what about you?”
I chuckle. “I don’t need both—trust me.”
She tucks her hair behind her ear and leans back in with a hand delving between her thighs.
It takes a minute, but she eventually gets a rhythm, rolling her hips on every downward glide.
I hold on to her head, not so much as pushing her down as keeping her steady, when I felt the first tingles of release.
“I’m gonna thrust a little,” I say, warning her, but she’s unfazed.
I pump once, twice, and on the third one, I hit the back of her throat. My cum shoots out of me, and my vision blurs as I watch her swallow it all.
“How close are you?” I ask, flipping her onto her back.
“Really close,” she replies, her eyes hazy.
I stick two fingers inside her and rub my thumb over her clit. Her head tilts back, revealing her neck, and I run kisses down it. She spreads her legs wider, wanting more of me, and I give her a third finger. It sends her over the edge, her entire body tensing until she’s boneless beneath me.
I nip at her ear. “I would have eaten you out, but I want us to have enough time to enjoy it.”
“Whatever you say.” She laughs, running her nails down my back. “I could get used to this—I’ve never felt more alive.”
“Really? What’d you think about swallowing my cum?”
“It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve tasted.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, it was definitely better than broccoli.”
I arch a brow. “You hate broccoli.”
“Well I’m not gonna say it tasted better than pizza ‘cause that would just be untrue.”
I shake my head, but I’m smirking as I lie beside her. “We could get you a vibe for your clit to use when you’re sucking me off.”
“Already planning the next time?”
There is a hint of teasing in her tone, but there’s also a deeper question in her eyes—as if she’s making sure I want a next time.
The thing is, I want every time. I might say this is just for practice, but I’d be devastated if she did this with another guy. But I can’t tell her how I feel either. She’s not in the right place with her family—not to mention I was just balls-deep in her mouth.
So instead I simply say, “Definitely.”