Changing Course (Wrecked and Ruined #1)(35)

I snap out of my thoughts as I hear him chuckle, "See something you like?" Actually, I see a lot I like, but I'm not about to tell him that. I just blush and awkwardly look away.

"Don't do that, babe. Don't get embarrassed and hide your pretty face," he says quietly. That’s easy for him to say. What does he have to be insecure about, a few scars on his chest? He’s so sexy, women probably throw themselves at him daily. What the heck does he want with a girl like me?

I have no idea what I’m doing here. Sure, I’ve gone down on a guy a few times before, but only one other guy. I’m definitely not as skilled as Brett. Here I am, talking myself out of being with him. He wants me, and he just showed me how much. It's time for me to step it up, and show him how much I want him as well. No more stalling, I'm doing this.

I lean forward and begin kissing down his stomach. I can only hope what I'm about to do for him, will make him feel even half of the way he made me feel. When my mouth reaches the button of his jeans, I peek up at him through my lashes.

"Go ahead, Jess, you don't have to ask for permission. Don't do anything you’re not comfortable with. I enjoyed making you come. No payback is needed."

GAH! The things this man says to me. Suddenly, I can feel the heat between my legs again. I undo the button of his jeans and slide the zipper down. Lifting his hips, he makes it easier for me to pull them down his toned legs. I toss them aside, but I can't take my eyes off the tight boxer briefs. They hug his sculpted body and his very large, very obvious arousal. I swallow, but hesitate for only a moment. I don't want him to think I am doing this out of obligation. I'm doing this for the best reason of all, because I want to.

I slide his boxers down his legs and his hard-on bobs, lightly slapping his stomach when I release it. Oh my God, is it possible for a man to have a beautiful penis? Because I can find no other words to describe it. I never really thought about a man in that way before, but Brett is no ordinary man.

I bend down, and pepper light kisses over his abdomen. I can't help but smile when his muscles tense beneath me. With a quick breath, he relaxes back on the bed, placing his hands under his head so he can see me. Slowly moving down towards his hard-on and mimicking Brett's earlier move, I kiss the insides of this thighs. I’m rewarded with a softly whispered curse word.

Letting the saliva pool in my mouth, I run my tongue up his length and wrap my lips around the tip. He lets out a groan, and it gives me all the encouragement I need. I wrap the other hand around the base of his shaft, and slowly take him inside my mouth. When I feel him hit the back of my throat, I pull back slowly. Adjusting my hand so it’s wrapped where my mouth stops, I bob my head up and down a few times to get him nice and wet.

"Fuck, Jess. You feel so good." Hearing his words gives me even more confidence. I start sucking him into my mouth faster, and work my slick hand up and down his shaft. The moans that I hear coming from Brett must mean that I'm doing something right. I decide to press my luck and try a little trick Kara has told me about a million times. Tentatively, I reach down and stroke his balls, never slowing my relentless rhythm up top.

"Fuck...Jess," his voice is deep and gritty. "Gorgeous, if you do that one more time I'm going to come in that hot little mouth of yours, and I'm really trying to be a gentleman here." Of course I continue. If anything, I quicken my pace, sliding him in and out of my mouth faster. I don't stop my hand. He made me go wild under his touch. I want to do the same for him. I feel his muscles going taut before he says, "Damn it, Jess. I'm going to come..."

Suddenly, he pulls himself out of my mouth with a loud pop and grips himself. Running his hand up and down his shaft, come spurts onto his stomach. I can't help but feel disappointed as I watch him finish himself off. Feeling vulnerable, I back away just a bit. I have no idea why he did that? He got to feel me come against his mouth, and as worried as I was when I started this, I was looking forward to giving him that too. Did I do something wrong? Was I not doing it right? The sounds he made were definitely those of a man enjoying himself. Oh, God. It sucked and he was just trying to make me feel better by saying those things to me.

Feeling like a failure, I subtly try to cover myself, but it’s no use. I sit between this handsome man’s legs humiliated, watching as the last of his orgasm leaves him sated and smiling. Too bad there’s no smile on my face.



Brett

I COME down from the most amazing high I've ever felt. I never expected anything so bold and sexy from Jess. She is always so timid and nervous. Even when she started I thought I was going to have to coach her though how to give a proper blow job. But the moment her lips wrapped around my dick, I knew she had it under control. I've never come harder, or quicker, in my life. I could blame it on my years without a woman, but I think it has more to do with Jess than I'm even willing to admit right now. I didn't think she would be so enthusiastic, or possibly even willing to do it at all, but I'm quickly learning to never underestimate this woman.

I feel her move from between my legs, but I’m nowhere near done with her. I reach out to grab her. I need to clean up, so this party is officially moving to the shower. I grab her hips before she can roll off the bed. “Oh, I'm not finished with you. Where are you going?"

"It's really late," she says quietly, all the confidence gone from her voice. Shit. I'm hoping she's just a little awkward after the fact, so I go with what I know best, flirty humor.