A suggestion in the form of two heavy hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees in front of me.
She gives me a long-suffering look. “With smooth moves like that, it’s a wonder you get any action at all.”
“Hey, that’s some of my best work.”
The impulsivity flares and I take her hands with mine, shifting them to the button on my pants. She holds my gaze as we thumb it open together, waiting until we’ve worked my pants down my thighs to shift her attention to my dick, hard and straining toward her.
I suck in a loud gasp when she touches me for the first time. Her palm is soft, her fingertips warm. Like she’d done with me, I take the lead, stroking her hand up and down the shaft, rolling her thumb over the tip, showing her what I like. Her fingers dip down to my balls and I shudder out a groan.
“Fuck.” I look down at her kneeling on my bunched-up letterman jacket. She’s staring at my throbbing cock like she’s sizing it up, wondering if she should take a go at it. I lift her chin so I can see her face—her mouth—those lips. The plea is out of my mouth before I can reconsider, “Please?”
She continues to run her hand up and down my length, toying with the skin, applying pressure. Her cheeks bloom a delicate, vivid pink. “I will, I just haven’t ever—”
“There’s no wrong way, Sugar,” I grind out, shoulders pressed against the door for support. I lay my hand on the back of her head, encouraging her in the form of a polite nudge. “Use your tongue, not your teeth.” My dick jerks with an eager twitch, hips jutting forward, and she bats my cock away, pulling a face. “What?”
“You.” She grabs me by the base, and I exhale. “Even your cock is pushy and entitled.”
“You have no fucking idea,” I mutter, pulling back and plunging forward. The tip grazes her lips, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum. Her tongue darts out and licks it, making my balls seize. I reach down and thumb at her bottom lip. “Come on, I’ll go easy.”
Those lips create a circle and slowly I push inside, watching closely as she takes me in. Our gaze meets and I see the spark of something flicker inside her eyes. When she bobs her head up and down once, running her tongue up and down my length, I know sure as hell it isn’t fear. It’s the glimmer of desire.
It’s hard not to just fuck her mouth, especially as I watch my dick disappear and reappear with her slow, teasing rhythm. Even though she’s never done it before, she isn’t shy about meeting my eyes when she pulls back, and she isn’t reluctant when she takes me back in, letting me hit the back of her tongue.
There’s already a fine tremor going through my thighs as she works me, a hand curled firmly around my base. Fuck, her mouth is hot, even hotter when she just… twists a little, creating the sweetest drag up my cock. I stroke a hand over her hair, careful, easy. No girl I’ve ever met has liked being force-fed my dick, and Sugar will probably hang me by the balls if I tried. Instead, I just thread my fingers into her hair and let it rest there against her head, feeling the way she surges and retreats.
She gets a little bolder as she sucks me, learning what makes me groan, what makes my chest expand with a shaky inhale, what makes my legs tremble. She moans around a mouthful of my dick and I spit a sharp, “Fuck,” as I watch, reaching down to graze a thumb over the corner of her full mouth.
She blinks her dark eyes up at me, pupils blown wide, and a sudden stream of words spills from my mouth.
“So goddamn gorgeous, Sugar. I think about this all the time—being with you, making you look at me like that. You’re wet for this, aren’t you?” Another moan around my dick makes me shudder. “You’ll let me finger you again, right? You were so hot last night, letting me inside you like that. One of these days, I’m going to fuck you so good.”
She does this thing where she pulls back, tonguing at the head of my dick while her hand pumps me, and my toes start curling with the way