of how to give the best blowjob ever enters my mind. The idea that I’d swat away guys who tried to put their hand on my head before enters my mind.
All of a sudden, I realize why I didn’t let them touch my head or hair while I was going down on them. I wanted to stay in control.
And I wanted to stay in control because I didn’t fully trust those men.
With Grant, though, I have such a strong combination of want, need, and trust, that any worries about what this hook-up entails fades away. He can touch me however he wants, and I know, for lack of a better word, that it’s all in love.
No, I’m not saying we’re in love, but I also know this isn’t some deceptive man trying to seduce me into a one-night stand. We have a year of solid friendship we’re building on and he truly cares about me. And he just happens to be the sexiest man I’ve ever touched in my life and…holy hell, this thing is growing in my mouth.
I moan as I feel his flesh harden on my tongue, as I work my wide-open mouth back and forth on his shaft. My free hand falls between my legs and I rub my clit with my fingers. The feel of his expanding flesh filling my mouth causes me to gag. Air pours in and out through my nose, and I love the feel of my mouth being full.
I gag again, trying not to be loud. Trying to suppress that only causes pleasure to ratchet through me more intensely, and something coils inside me as my body clenches up everywhere, my fingers desperately pressing into my clit.
I force my mouth down on his cock and my body stiffens with incredible pleasure.
Dear God, what is happening?
Am I coming solely from going down on Grant?
My body shakes and my orgasm comes crashing through me, answering that question.
I let out an involuntary, guttural-slash-choking noise that can’t be helped and pull off of Grant’s cock gasping for air.
Grant stares at me with his mouth gaping wide open.
“Did you just come?”
I nod, and smile. “Yes. And good morning to you.”
He blinks several times, clearly in shock.
“Good morning to you. So, you just came…from going down on me.”
I nod. “Well, that and touching myself.”
We linger for a few moments, staring at each other, having a this is really happening moment.
“Baby,” he growls. His fingers find their way down my scalp and massage the back of my neck. His eyes return my gaze with fiery intensity. “You’ve got me so turned on. I hope you’re ready for everything.”
“I am,” I mewl.
He stands up, getting his sweatpants the rest of the way off, then helps me get my own shirt off.
My heart palpitates against my chest, and not only am I turned on, but there is a sense of urgency by the feeling that we don’t exactly have all day to do this.
One day, we’ll have all day. That day is not today.
His cock is at perfect mouth level while I’m still on my knees on the rug. I suck in a breath, then take him back in my mouth as he stands.
He takes over and I let him. He fucks my face like I’m his toy, his plaything.
At first, I have a hard time resisting. I keep my hand on the base of his cock because I’m worried about taking him all the way in. He lifts my head off of him by the hair and I inhale some deep breaths.
“Holy fuck, little Maya. That feels so good.” He groans, clearly struggling to speak as I run my hand up and down, twisting my fingers on his slick cock. He mutters something else but it’s unintelligible. Yeah, he can’t think straight right now. Just like me in the shower last weekend.
While I’m catching my breath and running my hand slowly up and down his hard length, he mutters, “You doing okay?”
“I’d be better if I had you in me,” I smirk.
He grins darkly, like a sexy serial killer—thank God I know this is just Grant—and pulls me back onto him. My mouth makes a guttural noise when his dick hits the back of my throat, owning every inch of me available to him.
He pulls me up off of the floor, and I giggle with glee as he picks me up. “Wrap your legs around me,” he says, kissing me everywhere his mouth can reach—my breasts, cheeks, neck, everywhere.
Then, he