Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,51

on me after all. The sensation of having my balls squeezed and my dick rubbed was incredible. But when I felt his hot tongue on the tip of my shaft as it lapped up the precum that was dripping like a leaky faucet, the decision was made for me.

“I want you to put my dick in your mouth,” I was finally able to say. It was hard to speak when my brain was clouded with lust, and all my blood had traveled south to my cock.

“Ah, sex makes you bossy. Good to know,” he murmured.

Did it? I wasn’t so sure. But before I could make heads or tails of his assumption, Stellan dipped his head and did exactly as I begged of him—he slid the tip of my cock into his mouth.

The pressure of his firm lips on my cock and the moist heat of his mouth nearly made me combust right then and there. But when his tongue dipped inside the slit of my cock, I had to bite the inside of my cheek and fight to keep my orgasm away.

One hand was still stroking the rest of my shaft while the other alternated between rolling and squeezing my balls. The stimulation was damn near overwhelming, but I didn’t want it to end. My entire body was heated and sweat slickened my skin. My spine tingled, my legs shook, and the metallic taste of blood hit my tongue from biting my cheek. As I gripped the comforter harder, my fingers started to cramp and my eyes rolled so far back in my head I was scared they’d get stuck in that position. But I didn’t care. I’d be more than happy with having them that way if it meant getting my dick sucked by Stellan.

Popping my dick from his mouth, he blew a hot breath across the tip, and I shuddered. “Fuck, you taste good.”

I groaned at his thickly spoken statement. “Then go back for another taste,” I suggested, completely shocked those words came out of my mouth. Maybe sex did make me bossy when it was with the right partner.

He removed the hand wrapped around my cock and slid my shaft back into his mouth. Only that time, he didn’t stop at the tip. I forced my eyes open to stare down at the man bent over me. Seeing his lips stretched around the steely shaft as it disappeared inside his mouth was almost as incredible as having his tongue worshipping it. He licked and sucked like I was his favorite popsicle, and when my hips started rocking on their own accord, he released my balls to use both hands to hold my thighs in place. This was his show, and I just had to lay there and watch. Not that I had any problem with that, but I wanted to touch him and feel his skin. I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me, and I had to remind myself that he wanted this to be about me only. There would be plenty of time later to return the favor, and I really wanted to.

The thought of putting Stellan’s dick in my mouth was exciting, intriguing, and okay, a little frightening. But only because I was scared I’d be terrible at it and I’d only make a fool of myself rather than bring him pleasure. My mind was racing, and it was only when I felt my cock touch the back of his throat that I was brought back to the present.

My neck arched as I pushed my head against the pillow while my eyes rolled back into their favorite position. And when I felt a tongue touch my balls, I knew I was done for.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I warned him.

But he didn’t pull off. Instead, he moved his head faster to slide my dick in and out of his mouth at a fervent pace. His tongue worked overtime while he licked over my shaft, and his fingers dug into my thighs when I started to shudder as cum burst from my cock. Stellan didn’t seem fazed as I came down his throat. Instead, his groans mingled with mine as he swallowed every single drop and even kept my softening dick in his mouth to lick it clean.

Finally, he slowly released my overly sensitive dick from his mouth, and my entire body felt like Jell-O as I sank into the mattress. And after Stellan crawled onto the bed beside me,