Chapter 1 #2
But he’s still here. So the scandalized act isn’t the whole truth, is it?
“Come,” I whisper, stepping closer just enough to press gently on his hip, turning him on the stool so his side’s against the counter and I’m standing between his legs. “Just relax.”
His thighs brush against me and I press my palms flat against them. He’s looking at me like a man on the edge of death or sainthood, flushed and terrified.
He’s huge up close. His cock is straining so hard against the front of his pants it’s curving toward his hip, the outline of it thick and long and twitching under the fabric. I want to laugh and moan at the same time.
God, he’s so big I could climb him like a tree.
I lower myself slowly, watching him the entire way, then I bring my face close to that massive bulge, feeling the heat seeping through the fabric, catching the clean-musky trace of his arousal.
I look up at him again.
“So, Jean… Are you going to let me help you?” I touch the hard line of his cock through his pants, feather-light. “It is my fault, after all.”
A full-body tremor runs through him. I see it in the tense line of his thighs, in the white-knuckled grip of his fingers where they cling to the counter’s edge.
I wait for his answer for exactly two seconds, because it’s not needed, really.
Not with his cock straining so hard against his pants it’s a miracle the fabric hasn’t torn already.
I undo his buttons slowly, each one revealing a bit more of the thick, pulsing outline beneath his underwear. There’s already a dark spot blooming at the front where he’s been leaking through it this whole time, and I lick it before tugging his underwear down.
When I free him, he practically springs out, heavy and flushed and delicious looking, jumping the second the air hits it, slapping lightly against his belly. And he’s dripping. Thick and glistening pre-cum threading down the shaft, pooling heavy against the base.
It’s the most perfect cock I have ever seen.
I let out a soft, delighted sound, and wrap a hand around it. He jerks slightly at the contact.
“Oh—” he gasps, voice high and startled. “Mon Dieu…”
“Easy, big boy,” I murmur, and then I wrap my lips around the head of his cock.
His hips jerk up in a sudden, instinctual thrust, and I have to plant both hands on his thighs to keep him from fucking my throat. A strangled groan tears out of him, followed by what I can only describe as the most delicious rambling.
“Mmmm—ahhh—merde, I—ohhh, ohhh non, wait—”
I love when they are vocal. It makes me feel like my sucking skills are truly exceptional (they are).
I answer with a moan of my own, taking him a little deeper, tongue tracing under the head, teasing the slit, letting the weight of him rest on my tongue.
He’s delicious.
“Ah— Ah hmmm je vais—”
He comes.
A thick jet of cum slams into the back of my throat, then another, and another—hot and salty and so much.
He pushes my face and it hits my cheek, my lips, flinging blindly across my jaw, dripping down to my collarbone, even splashing over the counter when he shifts trying not to get it all over me.
God help us, probably all over the pastries I made this morning.
He doesn’t stop.
There’s so much.
I swallow greedily, licking my lips, catching the taste where it clings, and I moan, purely from the pleasure of it. It’s divine. Rich and warm like summer milk stirred into melted sugar.
I look up, completely in love with his taste. He’s panting, flushed and gorgeous.
“Mmm— oh God, oh God—sorry, I—I—ohhhh—”
I lick the amount of cum on my fingers. Tastes better than the cream I licked just a few minutes ago.
“Delicious.”
Jean just whines again.
And he’s still hard.
Still leaking a lot.
I just dip back down, not giving him a chance to recover, to think, or to even breathe. I wrap my lips around the still-throbbing head, and suck slow and soft, cheeks hollowing, tongue circling under the ridge until he whines.
“Ohh, ohhh… monsieur, that feels so—mmmnn—so good—”
I moan back, my mouth too full for words but eager to agree. One of my hands grabs on his hip, fingers digging into muscle; the other curls around the base of his cock, steadying him as I start to really work deeper this time.
My throat opens willingly, trained and so hungry, and I swallow slowly around him, letting the spit spill messily past my lips as I take more.
“Mmmm—I can’t, I’m—hnnngh…”
I hum. Mmm-hmm. His cock jumps at the vibration, and he swears, hips jerking like he’s trying not to thrust, but the instinct wins out anyway.
His head drops back with a long, broken ohhh, and I take my victory, swallowing him down until my nose is crushed against his skin and my throat is stretched taut around him.
He’s so massive, and so deep he blocks everything—I can’t breathe in anymore, and I feel the impossible stretch in the bulging line of my own neck.
But I still hold him there, swallowing again and again, and making him whimper.
“Hnnngh… it’s too good… Mmmm…”
I love his voice. I love his whining, his gasping, and the way he mumbles praise and curses like his body is trying to find the words for something his brain can’t keep up with.
“Feels s-so good,” he whimpers, thrusting. “So warm… mmm… so tight—ahhh God! You’re s-sucking me so— hnngh so deep!”
I can feel him leaking pre-cum down my throat, pulsing like he’s about to explode again.
I’ve never been so turned on.
My own cock is aching, trapped under my clothes, forgotten and irrelevant. Because all that matters is the thick, huge, perfect cock that is suffocating me so good.
I reach up and grab his wrists, guide them to my head, press his fingers into my hair, urging him to press my head against his crotch the way he seems fit.
“W-what—? I don’t—I’ll hurt you—”
“Mmmm,” I moan around him, pushing against his palms, urging him. Pull. I want him to hold me there, keep me filled.
He finally grips, tentative at first, then stronger. His fingers thread through my hair, clutching the back of my head like he’s drowning.
I reward him with another suck, licking at the slit and catching every bead of pre-cum like it’s honey. He jerks, whole body trembling, and lets out a wrecked Hnnnngh.
“Feels so hot! Your mouth… feels like I’m going to—”
I moan again, sucking harder, and he moves his hips up, pushing my head down.
“Ohhh… like that ah-mmm merde…”