Playing Hard to Get(65)

I can’t take my eyes off her. She runs her tongue all over my dick, tracing the veins, teasing the flared head. The slit leaking pre-cum. A groan leaves me when she draws the head between her lips, sucking so hard, her cheeks hollow out.

Hot as fuck.

She takes me as deep as she can before sliding back up, my cock leaving her mouth with an audible pop. She’s breathing hard, working her jaw, and I reach out, drawing my fingers down the side of her neck.

“Relax your throat,” I murmur.

Her gaze flickers to mine, never straying as she makes another attempt. She slides her mouth down, taking me deep. A little deeper. Until she’s gagging and pulling me back out, tears forming in her eyes.

This isn’t some fake show like you see in porn. Tears are streaming down her face and she wipes one away with a sniff.

“This is kind of intense,” she admits.

This is why oral isn’t a main feature in my sex life. Women freak out. They usually just jerk me off while I finger them for a while before we get to actual fucking. I’ve always been cool with it. This is my life. This is how it usually goes.

But with this woman, I want to do more.

I want to do it all.

“Just—play with it. You don’t have to go all deep throat on me,” I reassure her.

She runs her hand up and down my dick, watching her fingers as she asks, “Are you sure?”

“I’m fucking positive.” Her gaze lifts to mine. “When you have your hands and mouth on my dick, I’m happy. Trust me.”

Joanna visibly relaxes, a tiny smile curling her lips. “But is it filthy enough?”

Before I can answer, she takes just the head of my cock between her lips, sucking and licking. Slurping all over it, which of course, has me groaning my approval.

“Fuck yeah, it is,” I choke out.

She continues playing with it like I asked her to. Teasing the head and shaft with her tongue. Gripping me tight with her fingers before she settles in like she’s going to stay a while, sprawled out on her stomach and propped on one elbow, using her other hand to continue stroking me, her pace increasing.

That familiar sensation settles low at the base of my spine, spreading heat outward. She goes deep on me again, not as deep as before, but just enough that I get the visual of her giving me a blow job, and I flex my hips.

She doesn’t pull away or tell me to stop, so I do it again. Essentially fucking her mouth.

“Fuck, that feels amazing.” I practically growl.

Her eyes lift, her mouth full of my cock, and Jesus, the visual is so good.

Too good.

Hot and filthy, just like we want it.

Joanna takes me deeper, her gaze fully pulling away from mine, and I tip my head back, closing my eyes as I get lost in the sensations. Her mouth is steady, her tongue lashing, her suction extra tight. Her grip on my cock is firm as she slides her hand up and down.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn her, and she pulls up, keeping just the head in her mouth.

It hits me out of nowhere, a hoarse shout coming from deep in my chest when the orgasm slams into me. I’m coming, spurts of semen flooding her mouth, some of it dribbling out. Yet she takes it like a goddamn champ, swallowing almost every last drop. I’m shaking, breathing so hard, I sound like I’m fucking dying, until finally, the orgasm subsides and I’m lying there in a sweaty, still shaky heap, staring at her as if she just rocked my entire world.

Which she pretty much did.





TWENTY-FIVE





JOANNA





“You are still being so secretive.” The look Natalie sends my way is full of speculation. “Why can’t you just come out and say it?”

It’s Thursday morning, and we’re both getting ready for our day. I’m eating breakfast at our dining table while she’s moving about the kitchen, packing up what looks like a lunch or at least a snack for later.

After my spectacular evening with Knox, I snuck home in the early morning hours from his place via Uber, having no idea if Natalie was home or not. We didn’t run into each other at all yesterday and now she’s ready for me to give her all the information when all I want to do is sip my cup of coffee in peace.

My body is still languid from my night with Knox, and my muscles ache in the most pleasant way.

“What happened with you and Derek?” I’m completely diverting the conversation because I’m not ready to tell her about Knox yet.

Sweet Knox and his giant dick. His talented fingers and perfect tongue. His outrageous body. God, all of those muscles. I wish I could’ve explored them—him—more. I should’ve spent an hour mapping his skin, but I don’t know if that would’ve been enough time.

After we “finished,” we were both exhausted. I tried to leave, but he wouldn’t let me, convincing me to stay in bed with him for a little while longer. Then he proceeded to wrap me up in his strong arms and hold me close, eventually falling asleep. His breathing was low and even in my ear, his hand curled around my right breast, like he wanted to claim it as his.

It was kind of cute, how snuggly he was. Especially after what we did.

Our night together was all sorts of filthy and hot. The hottest moment I’ve ever had with a guy.

“Ugh, nothing happened.” She grabs her travel cup of coffee from the Nespresso and dumps a bunch of creamer in it before snapping the lid closed, then swirls it with a flick of her wrist. “He said he had to go to bed early because he has a big test .”