Part 13 (1/2)

Huh, I only just figured it out.

His d.i.c.k moves in my hand a I didn't know men could do that! a and a droplet of pre-c.u.m forms at the tip of his c.o.c.k.

So I lick it up.

The moment my tongue touches his c.o.c.k, his abs crunch, and a s.h.i.+ver runs down his body. I look up into his eyes, see in them a fiery depth of yearning for me.

I tease him, lick up the back of his c.o.c.k, slowly jerk him with my hand.

”Yeah,” he breathes at me, reaching down and putting a hand around the back of my head. He guides me onto him, and so I take him into my mouth, swirl my tongue around the back of his manhood while I start to bob up and down on him.

”Not so fast,” he tells me, wiping hair from my eyes. ”Go slow at first, like that.”

He groans as I adjust my pace, and again I see his abs crunch, and it imbues me with so much confidence to see that I'm making him feel good, that I'm not doing a bad job.

I get into it, try to give him the best b.l.o.w.j.o.b I possibly can, and he sits up, gathers my hair into his hand and holds it up.

He starts to wind my hair, pushes me down farther onto his c.o.c.k, and he grabs hold of my hand and guides my timing.

Chance is starting to lift his lower half off the bed, thrust into my mouth slightly each time I bob down on him.

”Like that,” he tells me when I start to press my tongue into the back of his c.o.c.k, and so I keep doing it, listen to him.

His thrusts into my mouth grow harder, and so I slow down my own movements, open my throat as best I can, and let him take control.

His hands are wrapped around my head, and he f.u.c.ks my mouth as he pulls me down onto him, groaning his pleasure at me.

”G.o.d, f.u.c.k, this feels good,” he tells me, a hard pa.s.sion in his features. He makes me look up at him while he f.u.c.ks my mouth. ”You are so f.u.c.king s.e.xy.”

He starts to go faster, harder, and I feel his body tense up, and seeing pleasure on his face is turning me on something wild.

”f.u.c.k,” he breathes, pulling my hair tightly. ”f.u.c.k.”

”I'm going to come, Ca.s.s,” he says, urgency in his voice.

So I spit him out, jerk him off, really fast, as fast as I can, and I look up his hot and athletic body, all tensed as he stretches out, pushes his hips forward.

I feel his c.o.c.k flex in my hand, and then he shoots a stream of c.u.m clear across the room, and then another one, and then another one. I'm shocked by how much he squirts out, and he's spraying it everywhere while he groans in pleasure, shakes and shudders, tenses and relaxes.

And then it finally stops, and I feel his c.o.c.k flex one more time and the last dribble slips out.

He's panting, looking down at me, and I'm curious, so I put my tongue to his d.i.c.k and taste his c.u.m. It doesn't taste as strong as I thought it would; it definitely smells stronger than it tastes.

”f.u.c.k,” he says, and he lets go of my hair and he touches the side of my face. ”I didn't know you were going to do that.”

”I didn't want it all in my mouth,” I say. It was the truth. What if I gagged? What if it tasted bad? It was, after all, my first b.l.o.w.j.o.b. I didn't want to embarra.s.s myself by coughing all over his c.o.c.k.

I look at it, and notice that it's still hard. It's not getting any softer. He corrals me into his arms and he kisses me hard, and then he's kissing me down my neck, taking my ear lobe into his mouth and sucking on it. I feel a tingling all over my body, and I know I'm ready to come again. I know I'm ready to go all the way.

I'm going to lose my virginity to him.

”Is this your first time?” he asks, holding my arms above my head against the bed. He brings his forehead to mine and he looks into my eyes.

”Yes,” I say.

He nods, runs a finger across my lips before kissing my neck, behind my ear. ”Trust me, Ca.s.s.”

There's a pause, then he kisses my lips again, and I feel him push his knee up in between my legs, spreading them outward.

I run my hands down his chiseled chest, feel each b.u.mp and ridge of his muscled stomach, and then he lowers himself down my body, sucking hard on my nipple, biting them in between his teeth.

I yelp and laugh, pus.h.i.+ng him off me. ”Hey, that hurts.”

Saying that makes me look down our bodies at his thickness, and I wonder if it's going to hurt.

Jess said it only did at the beginning, and from what I'd read in magazines, foreplay helped to stop that. After all, he'd already licked me out until I came, and I know that I'm wet enough that the fact that we don't have any lubricant won't matter.

To say I'm nervous is an understatement.

”You got a condom?” I ask, watching as he takes my nipple into his mouth again and sucks on it hard, groping my breast with his hand.

He nods, and leans off the bed, reaching for his jeans, and I see him shake his wallet free and he pulls out a condom wrapper.

”You always keep one, huh?”

He smirks at me. I watch him as he tears it open, as he unrolls it down his manhood. I catch the scent of latex.

Then Chance is on me again, and he takes my hands and holds them above my head, and he kisses his way down the underside of my arm, over my armpit, to my neck, and up to my ear where he takes my lobe into his mouth and sucks on it.

It's like he wants every bit of my flesh in his mouth, wants to taste every sliver of my body.

I reach down in between us and hold on to his manhood, and he flexes some muscle and it jumps in my hand, seems to grow even thicker.

He lowers his body a little, and I feel him at my entrance. He looks at me, and there's this pause where we just look at each other.

I nod at him, and he kisses me hard as he begins to inch his way inside me, and I groan into his mouth, strain my hands against his that are still holding them above my head.

I can feel him stretching me, and at first there's this slight sting, but it fades pretty fast.

It's nearly overwhelming, the sensation. I've never felt anything like it before. He goes slow, eases into me, and we are lip-locked, and my eyes are clamped shut.

”f.u.c.k,” I whisper as our kiss breaks. He lets my hands down and I instantly put them on his chest, push him there to slow him down.

”Slower,” I gasp at him. ”You're really big.”