his face. His lips wet and swollen.
“That was…” I try to find the words but draw a blank. I can’t describe what that was.
“Let me take you home, so I can do this again with you sprawled out naked in my bed.”
“I have a better idea,” I say, trying to keep my voice seductive. “I want to do that to you. I want you in my mouth.”
“Jesus. Are you trying to kill me?” Cage groans.
I sit up and get off the table. My legs are shaky, almost like I’m exhausted. Which is crazy since all I did was lie there.
“You don’t want that?”
“Are you kidding? I’ll cut my right arm off to have your lips wrapped around my cock.”
“Okay then…” Rather than more words, I figure showing him would be better. With clumsy hands, I reach for his jeans and start to unbutton them.
When I can’t get it right away, Cage lightly slaps away my hand and undoes his jeans quickly. A moment later, he frees his long, very erect cock.
“You don’t have to do this, you know?”
“I want to.” I lick my dry lips. “I’m just a little nervous. I’ve never done this before.”
Cage lets out a sound between a whimper and caveman growl. “I’ll try to go slow, but damn, you make it hard to control myself.”
He leans against the edge of the table, and I get on my knees in front of him, placing my hands on his thighs. Looking up through my lashes, I see his lips part as if he is about to say something, but I shut him up by leaning closer and taking the tip of his engorged cock in my mouth.
“Fuck…” Cage’s face contorts in pure pleasure, and that’s all the incentive I need to take him deeper.
I run my tongue along the velvety skin before I close my lips around his length and suck, hollowing out my cheeks.
“Christ, Blair. That feels so fucking good.”
I keep taking him deeper and deeper with each go until I can feel my gag reflex kicking in. I’m teetering between wanting to please him, wanting to take him even deeper, and fighting my reflex to push him out.
I know I’ve reached my limit when I realize there is no way I can get his whole dick in my mouth; I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft to make up for it.
My need wins, and I bob my head faster, ignoring the tiny gags each time he hits the back of my throat.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come in your mouth,” he says it like it’s a warning, but his words only turn me on more.
Closing my eyes, I eagerly suck him like my life depends on it, and in this moment, it feels like it does.
His large hands come to cradle my head, guiding me further, encouraging me on. He thrust forward slightly, intensifying the movement.
“If you don’t want me to come down your throat, you need to stop now.” His voice is strained like he is only holding on by a thread.
I don’t want to stop. I want him to come down my throat. Since I can’t say that out loud, I give him my answer with a moan deep from my chest. The vibration sends him over the edge.
One more deep thrust, and he stills. His fingers digging into my scalp as his release coats my throat. Warmth fills me all over, from the top of my head all the way down to my toes.
His pleasure is mine. He takes but gives in return.
Shifting, I let his length slide out of my mouth. The movement makes him shiver and leaves a salty residue on my tongue. I lick my lips, enjoying the slightly bitter taste.
Cage leans down, picks me up and wraps his arms around me. Burying his face into my hair, he mumbles, “That was fucking amazing.”
I wrap my arms around him and lean my head on his chest, enjoying everything about this moment. How it feels, how he smells, the way everything seems so calm.
We stay like that for a few minutes, and I almost forget where we are.
“Can we just go home and study there?” He pulls away slightly, enough to see my face.
“Sure, let’s go.”
We pack up my stuff and head out the door.
“Maybe I shouldn’t pay you for that session.” Cage chuckles on our way out.
I know he is only joking, but I can’t help but feel bad. Because the truth is, I