Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,40

only manage short glances at him, fearing that along with the blissful sensations, watching him would cause me to spill far sooner than I wanted. When he began to edge me deliberately, I loudly professed my displeasure. Then he’d reward my patience by taking me to the back of his throat again and holding me there like a prisoner while he swallowed to constrict his throat. The thing was, I was doing this at my own free will, so I wasn’t exactly suffering in any way. Dallas’s mouth bobbed down on me again, and I gasped loudly then followed that up with a roaring moan.

Did he not have any gag reflex at all?

I was in heaven, and my body felt like it was floating above the bed in a state of euphoric limbo while Dallas slowly inched me closer to the finish line. I knew this orgasm would be one for the record books—possibly my most epic release of all time. I hoped Dallas could handle what was coming.

“Holy fucking hell,” I groaned. “I am so damn close!”

Dallas’s only response was to add more suction to his technique and tighten the fist he had gripping my shaft a bit. I lifted my head to watch his enthusiastic bobbing again, and that was my undoing. My last thread of control frayed, and I spiraled over the edge with the next swipe of Dallas’s skilled tongue. My mind was officially blown as my balls began to unload into his eager mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkk!” I cried out and grabbed on to my head as if trying to keep it in place.

Dallas moaned through my aftershocks and milked every last drop of come from me until I was completely wrung out. Then he climbed up over me until his face was hovering right above mine.

“You taste so good,” Dallas said as he licked his lips and smiled down at me.

“Best orgasm of my life,” I admitted. “I thought my brains were going to blow out my ears.”

“Nope, but your balls sure as fuck blew.” Dallas teased. “I thought you were going to drown me.”

I used what little energy I had left in me and flipped us over, using a wrestling maneuver that put me on top of Dallas. I quickly pinned his arms above his head and smiled at him in victory.

“Next time I’ll warn you,” I said with a teasing tone in my voice, but then my brain started overthinking. Maybe giving advance notice was the proper etiquette between guys, and I’d fucked up by remaining quiet. My novice status was shining through because I really had no clue how this worked. Wouldn’t the same rules apply for two dudes giving blowjobs as it was for a guy and a girl, or was this somehow different? I know it was different in the sense it felt a fuck-ton better than any other time I’d gotten head. I couldn’t remember ever warning any of the girls who had gone down on me, but now I wondered. “Wait. Was I supposed to say something before I lost it?”

Dallas chuckled softly and shook his head. “Not at all,” he answered. “Even if you had warned me, I wouldn’t have pulled off. Swallowing is the best part.”

“Jesus, I was worried there for a minute that I’d fucked up,” I admitted.

“There’s nothing to fuck up,” Dallas assured. “Trust me. There is no such thing as a bad blowjob.”

I slid off to Dallas's side and draped an arm over his waist. He faced me and his eyes pinned mine. My fingers reached to comb through his still damp and messy shower hair, and I couldn’t stop staring at the peace I saw in his gaze. It had me wanting to confess all my secrets, not that I had any worth hiding, but I leaned in and brushed my lips to his instead.

“I love sucking dick, but not like Spumoni does,” Dallas explained with a chuckle. “I’m not into doing randos the way he is. I’m more selective.” An odd feeling washed over me from his comments, and it must have shown on my face because Dallas was suddenly rubbing at the creases in between my eyebrows with his fingers. “What’s on your mind,” Dallas asked.

I suddenly felt overly sensitive to what was going through the jumble of thoughts in my head. The problem was, I wasn’t sure how to articulate my questions or concerns, but I had to know one thing for sure, and that meant I had to