Then her hand trails over my dick, and the thought fizzles out. Heat races to the root of my cock, enveloping my tight balls, and my hips jerk up, pushing into her grip.
“Fuck, I wanted…” I have to stop for breath as she slides her small fist up and down, shooting sparks of pleasure into my belly. “Wanted to be inside you when I come. Feel you coming around me.”
Her eyes widen at my words, and then darken. She leans over me, her hard nipples teasing my chest. My hard-on slides against the softness of her belly, leaving wet trails, the pleasure condensing into a hard ball of need in my gut.
“Show me,” she whispers, her lashes like black lace on her pale cheeks. “I want to know.”
“Know what?”
She sits back on her heels, sliding her hand over my chest, down to my straining cock. “How to pleasure you.”
“What…?” I can’t take my eyes off her hand. Her hand on my dick, stroking up and down. “You’re doing it. Fuck…”
The muscles in my stomach are already clenching, the pressure building behind my balls.
“I want to taste you,” she clarifies, although my brain has some trouble making sense of words right now. “Go down on you.”
“Fuck, yeah...” The blood is too hot in my veins, my muscles locked up and trembling with my effort not to shoot my load right here and now. My cock jerks, leaks. I’m so turned on I’m about to explode all over her pretty tits. “Just put your mouth on it, lick it, suck it… Play with it. It’s all yours, babe.”
My dick, my body, my mind. My goddamn soul.
Uncertainty flickers over her heart-shaped face, those dark-green eyes, and fuck, she’ll bolt. She may be brave in many things, but this is an area that makes her damn nervous, and although I love how she wants to try, I don’t want her doing it if she’s not comfortable.
“It’s okay,” I tell her. “You don’t have to do this.”
My cock twitches sorrowfully, weeping in her hand.
Yeah, boy. I know. You and me both.
“I said I want to taste you,” she says, her voice low and husky, and oh Christ, she’s killing me. “Very much. I’ve been thinking about it.” She looks away, her nipples bunching up more. “You’re so hot.”
Oh fucking hell.
Words turn me on. Voices turn me on. Maybe that’s why I always tell the girl I’m with what I’ll do to her, what she’s doing to me. But this girl… She does it for me every time, in every way.
I mean, hell, she thinks I’m hot. Plus, she wants to know what I taste like. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
So excuse me while I reach for my cock and squeeze it hard to keep from coming on the spot. I grit my teeth, chew on the inside of my cheek. As it is, my cock jerks once, about to go off, and precum leaks from the small slit and over my fingers, coating my hand.
Her hand closes over mine, tugs. She slides over me like water, between my legs, her silky hair draping over my thighs, and then her mouth is on my cock, her lips around the head, hot and tight.
I try to speak, but all the blood’s rushing to my junk, leaving me lightheaded and stupid. An inarticulate sound leaves my throat when she takes me in deeper. Fuck, this is off the charts. Having my dick sucked isn’t new to me—hell, on the street it was the one thing I could count on when I was with a chick, as anything else required more privacy—but this… Manon giving me head is, fuck, it’s mind-blowing.
Because she’s the one I want, the one I’m set on.
Dammit, Seffers, don’t fucking go there.
Not again. Not now, not when her tongue swirls under the head, pressing against the vein beating there, making me arch right off the sofa.
Fuck, that’s so damn good. I lift my arms over my head, grip the armrest as I fight not to drive my cock deeper into her sweet mouth. A groan is building deep in my chest. Fire burns, spreading through my dick. This will go down as the quickest blowjob in history.
Only, she pulls back, letting the head of my cock pop out of her lips.
Shit. My hips lift, my dick seeking in vain the heat and pressure, and the air on the wet crown is cool.
“Manon…” Her name comes out strangled. I’ll fucking beg if I have to. I need to come. She really is trying to kill me. “Goddammit.”
“Does it feel good?” she asks, and I nod frantically, not sure I can speak.
“Yes,” I force the word out, because she seems to be willing to wait. “Yes.”
“I’m doing it right?”
“Yeah.” I finally notice how unsure she looks. “Perfect. You are so perfect, so sexy.” I want her to know that. “If you put your hot mouth on me again, baby, I’m gonna come like a firework. Fair warning.”
The uncertainty lifts from her gaze, and she smiles—a smile full of happiness. Not expecting it, I’m struck speechless by its beauty.
“Good. I want you to feel good. Wish I could take away all that hurts you, too, but this will do for now.”
And before I have the time to process what she’s telling me, make sense of it, she swallows me again, so deep there’s no way to stop the orgasm from slamming into me. I can’t even warn her as my balls lift and my dick jerks, pouring my cum into her mouth. I cry out, the first wave tearing through me like a gale, my whole body shaking with the goddamn force of it.
The second wave hits, wrenching a moan from deep inside me, the pleasure rolling me under, darkening my vision. I’m vaguely aware the heat around my cock vanishes, the cool air almost too much. Something warm closes around the base, though, and it’s enough to make me jerk again and splash another load of jizz on my chest.
I blink up at her dizzily. She’s wiping a trail of cum running down her chin. Shit. I lift my hand to cup her cheek, but before I ask if she’s okay, she smiles again.
God, that smile will be my undoing.
“Gimme a minute,” I mutter, trying to catch my breath, and fumble by the side of the sofa for my already dirty T-shirt to wipe my chest clean. “Then I’ll take care of you.”
“’S okay,” she whispers and retrieves the T-shirt for me, licks her lips as I swipe at the mess. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I freeze, soiled T-shirt bunched up in my fist, my brain hearing something else, something she hasn’t said or meant.
Christ.
I force myself to finish what I’m doing, break through my daze. Of course she’s not staying. She’s only talking about today.
When will I fucking learn?
***
She pulls me out of the apartment before I have a chance to make good on my promise. A promise I was looking forward to fulfilling—because, damn, the girl is driving me nuts. Her scent, her taste, her eyes, her mouth, her body, it all speaks to me, turns me on like nothing else.
But she wants to walk outside, she says, chattering about the sunlight and the fact it’s a Sunday, and although my knee aches, I grab my jacket and my walking stick, and follow her.
’Cuz that’s another thing I promised: to show her what it’s like when two people wanna be together.
So I lie when she asks if I’m okay, if my leg hurts. The handle of my stick clutched in one hand, I slip an arm around her slim waist. I gather her close as we cross the street and a cold breeze hits us. We’re not dressed for the cold spell, my jacket and her coat light, but with her face turned to the sun, she doesn’t seem to care.
I don’t, either. She’d have proposed we go swim with piranhas, or go rock climbing with our hands tied, and I’d still go.
Yeah, I know. Bad idea, this whole thing, and getting worse by the minute.
And no, I don’t wanna fucking talk about it. This is more than I’ve ever dared imagine I could have with her. I’ll take it. Ignore the alarms echoing in my skull. Ignore everything but the feel of her in my arms.
She pulls me to an ice cream stand, we get our cones, and we continue walking.
“Chocolate mint,” I say, staring as she licks the green scoop like she did my dick earlier this morning, and damn if I’m not hard again. “Noted.”