19 #2
He would scream it for me, wouldn’t he?
Just as quickly as I lifted him, I set him back on the ground because once I had it in my head that I needed to suck his dick, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. My cock was leaking in my jeans. I once again cursed my choice of not wearing underwear. That zipper would kill me one of these days.
I slid all the way to the floor, my knees were thankful for the pillows that covered the surface.
While I worked hard, I normally had pads I wore when I had to get on my knees at the garage.
Apparently Sable liked the sight of me kneeling in front of him.
He whimpered as I nuzzled into the soft material of the thong that still covered his cock.
He smelled like sex, causing saliva to fill my mouth as I ached to pull that bit of fabric away, exposing him to the air.
He was barely contained by the material as it was.
All I kept thinking about was how I’d seen him blow that other man.
What was the expectation here? He hadn’t stopped me or set out any rules.
Maybe I was overthinking things and just needed to go with the flow.
So, going with the flow was what I did.
The lacy material of his thong slid down his thighs as I hooked my fingers into the waistband, tugging it downward.
His cock was so damn pretty. Thin, but the perfect size for his body.
Sure, I’d seen it before, but up close and personal, fuck.
It really was a thing of beauty. In all the years I’d been able to say that I was bi, I’d never actually been with another guy.
My only experience with other men had come from watching porn.
Sable didn’t make any moves to stop me. I leaned forward again, running my nose along the smooth skin of his length.
The smell of him was intoxicating. I wanted to bottle it up.
“Arousal of Sable” was my new favorite smell.
I needed to consume him. Commit him to my memory, because there was no guarantee that this would happen ever again.
His skin was salty on my tongue as I ran it up the bottom of his length.
A shiver raced through me because I’d dreamed of having another cock in my mouth so many times.
This was the first time I was getting to experience it.
It didn’t matter that Sable was a sex worker.
It didn’t matter that it changed so much about the dynamic that was forming between us.
I needed him, craved him. He was the lifeline in the middle of a desert mirage where I was dying of thirst.
Another salty burst exploded across my tongue as I sealed my lips around his tip, sucking him as eagerly as I could. God, he tasted like heaven. Like I’d died and was tasting the most forbidden, perfect fruit. I needed to get as much of it as I could.
I sank lower on his cock, resting my hands on his thighs as I bobbed my head, listening to the gorgeous little cries that fell from his throat because, fuck me, of course he was going to be loud for me. I needed his sounds.
“Oh, fuck. Orion. What the hell are you doing to me?” His long fingers threaded into my hair and gripped tight enough to cause pain, but I didn’t care.
He could pull all of it out—it wouldn’t matter.
It was the reminder I needed that this wasn’t a dream.
It was all real. Sable was at my mercy. I was causing him pleasure. His cock was really in my mouth…
“Oh, fuck,” I sighed as I let him go, falling back to sit on my feet. My jaw ached because I’d never sucked a dick before.
We sat there staring at each other for a few moments.
Sable’s cock bobbed in front of my face as a string of pre-cum strung from his tip to the floor.
I wished I had been able to lean forward to capture it because something so sexy shouldn’t be wasted, but I needed to catch my damn breath.
The room was spinning. I didn’t know how to calm down because I was on the verge of blowing my load in my pants just from having his dick in my mouth.
Sable let out an airy little laugh. “You stopped.”
My eyes snapped up to his—the blue of his irises were completely black, his pupils blown wide with lust. I could drown in those dark depths if I wasn’t careful.
Words wouldn’t form on my tongue. I was struck stupid by the gorgeous creature in front of me.
This tiny, sexy dancer that had taken up residence in my thoughts, and now there I was taking it into action.
Actions that had the capacity to ruin my entire life.
Not that my life wasn’t enough of a shit show lately.
No more words were needed as Sable sank down over my lap before pushing me back into the pillows.
His hands pushed my shirt up as I went back, exposing my stomach to the cooler air of the room.
Oh, to feel his heated skin against mine?
Yeah, that was heaven. I had to close my eyes to center myself again because it was all too much.
All too tempting to just give in, forgetting what I was doing, letting Sable take control.
Fuck. He could have it at this point.
His warm, wet tongue blazed a fiery trail up my stomach to my belly button before he kissed down to the waist of my jeans.
I stretched my legs out to accommodate him between them.
To know that he was there, naked between my spread thighs, was all too much.
I needed to see him, not keep my eyes closed.
The more I tried to open them, the more it felt like fighting a dream.
Like the second I was fully awake again, he’d vanish, and I’d lose all the amazing feelings I was experiencing.
The moment my jeans were opened, Sable slipped his hand inside to cup my cock—I lost the battle of keeping my eyes closed. No, my perfect angel was actually touching me. I needed to burn that moment into my memory.
God. The vision in front of me was better than anything I could have ever imagined. Sable’s lips were puffy and bruised from our kissing, hair a mess and all of his creamy skin was on display as he knelt between my legs.
“Fuck.” It was all I could say. My brain short-circuited.
I lifted my hips. Sable pulled my jeans down my legs, exposing all of me to him—it should have made me self-conscious.
I’d only ever been naked like this with Whitney.
It wasn’t the same as changing in a locker room.
I wasn’t turned the fuck on, ready to fuck the brains out of the people I was with in the locker room.
With the denim completely off, Sable having removed my socks and shoes at the same time, I whined as he settled back between my thighs. He leaned over my cock, which bobbed, waving like it was begging for him to pay attention to it.
But that was when some of the magic stopped.
I should have expected it. I knew what Sable was, and to think that us being friends changed anything, I’d been fooling myself.
When he reached beneath a pillow, pulling a condom out to rip open the package, rolling the latex over my length. I tried not to let it ruin the moment.
I was still getting to feel him, just not in the capacity I really wanted it. Why hadn’t this been an issue when I’d put his cock in my mouth? Surely there would have been reverse concerns. Maybe it was all catching up to him.
As if sensing that my mind was wandering, Sable looked up, meeting my eyes.
“What is it?” he asked, tone laced with genuine concern.
I sighed, nodding at my dick that was starting to flag now that it was covered. “Is that really necessary?”
Sable looked back at my condom-covered cock, sighing. “Normally? Yes. Please understand that this is what I do for work. If that’s a problem, this can’t happen at all. As much as I’ve gotten to know you, I still don’t know you. This is mostly for my protection.”
And that should be sexy as fuck.
He knew how to take care of himself. As much as I didn’t want the barrier between us, I understood why he needed it there, so all I did was nod, giving him permission to continue.
The moment his hot mouth wrapped around my tip, the issue of the condom became a non-issue.
It still felt explosive. The heat, the way Sable ran his tongue along the ridge of my head, it had my eyes rolling back, my dick back to full mast in no time.
My hips flew off the pillow, seeking more of that glorious suction.
Sable’s soft hand cupped my balls, rolling them as he suckled on me, lowering his head further, making the most lewd of slurping noises as he lifted back up my cock.
He bobbed his head over and over again. Drool and saliva coated his chin, his lips—he lifted his eyes to meet mine.
While the blow job was probably one of the best I’d ever received, this wasn’t how I wanted to come.
If I were doing this with Sable, I was going to dig my way all the way to hell.
I needed to know what it felt like to sink into his body.