The Rivals - Dylan Allen Page 0,180

For the feel of his lips sucking my clit the same way he sucks my nipples. I’ve made myself come before, but when Remi slips one finger inside of me and pulls me into his mouth on a long languid suck, I break apart in a way I know will leave me changed. My entire world flips and I cry out his name and call for him to save me all at the same time.

I can’t tell the difference between the spangle of stars across the now dark sky and the ones I see when I close my eyes.

He pulls himself up so that he’s on top of me. He presses his forehead to mine and catches his breath with his fingers fisted in my hair.

“Did you like that?” he pants and I can smell myself on his breath.

“So much, yes.” I nod. He pulls the skirt of my dress down and pulls my top up and I stiffen.

“Aren’t we going to… I mean, I thought we were going to…”

He stops fixing my dress and rolls off me.

“No, I didn’t think we were… you’re a virgin, right?” he asks.

“Yeah, I am.”

He cups my cheeks and kisses me. “I wasn’t going to ask you for that when I know I can’t be here or give you anything more right now.”

“But it’s what I want. I mean, I have to lose it sometime and I want it to be with you. Even if we never see each other again, I would want it to be you.”

“Don’t say that. We’ll see each other again. And if you’re sure, Kal—I want you, too.”

“But—” I ask when he doesn’t go on and looks uncertain.

“Um, I’m big,” he says quickly.

“Like, what do you mean? You mean like your dick?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He nods seriously.

“I’ve seen it, remember?”

“No, you haven’t, really. Let me show you. Not to scare you, but so you’ll know why I’m going slow, okay?”

I grin excitedly.

He gets on his knees, unfastens his jeans and pulls them and his boxers down in one swift tug. His cock springs out, bounces off his flat, cut stomach and then points at me like a thick spear. My eyes nearly pop out of my head.

“Wow.”

He fists himself and gives it a pull. “Yeah, that’s what they say… that, and Oh my God,”

I laugh. “Lord save us all from your huge ego.”

“Kinda hard to be humble with this cock, but I try,” he jokes.

I find myself unable to take my eyes from it. I don’t know why, but my mouth is watering. “Can I taste you, too?” I ask him.

He look startles and then, pleased. He nods.

“Yeah… but only take as much as you can, I don’t want you gagging…”

“I wanna gag,” I say and think about how seeing women do that in porn turns me on.

“Walk before you run. If it’s too much, let me know by using your teeth, just not hard,” he instructs as I get up on my knees and try to wrap my fist around the thick root. I’m so surprised by how velvety and warm the skin around it is, that I gasp.

“You okay? You don’t have to.”

In response, I press my lips to the dark, broad head of his dick and he groans. I slide my tongue across it and have my first taste of him. It’s heady. He cups the back my head and I open my mouth so he slips inside of it. The slide of his soft warm skin against my tongue makes me moan.

“Fuck… okay… just a second to get it wet,” he grunts. His hips start to thrust a little, his hands clenching in my hair and I feel powerful. I try my best to mimic the girls I’ve seen do this. I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, hollow my cheeks and suck.

He holds me in place while he fucks my face, two, three, four thrusts and then he pulls out.

“I’m not going to last long, I want to make this good for you.” He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a condom. “Always prepared,” he quips as he tears it open and rolls it on his now huge, dark, hard as a steel pole, dick. I gulp and look down at myself. I feel a pang of worry that he won’t fit.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take my time. Take off your dress and lie back.” He says like he can read my mind.

I do as