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It takes a lot to surprise me, but Sophie had a habit of always throwing me a curveball. “What?”
“Last night you told me no. And I just really want to because I have been practicing.”
She had my curiosity roused, I’d give her that. “And how exactly did you practice?” If she had gone around blowing random math nerds I was going to be pissed. I wanted to be her big bad wolf, the only one responsible for that so-called sexual awakening she had mentioned. In other words, I wanted her to discover the power of sucking off a guy, only with me.
“I took a class at an erotic dance studio. It was called ‘Blow Him Away’ and they showed the students various techniques and we practiced with bananas.”
For a second I had no words. All I had was a visual of Sophie sitting in a classroom, studious as hell, needing to be top of the class, deep-throating a Dole. My cock throbbed in my jeans at the thought. Holy fuck. “So this will be your first time on an actual cock?”
If the answer was no I was still looking forward to having her down on her knees, but if the answer was yes? I couldn’t wait to see how well Sophie had learned her lessons.
“Yes.”
Couldn’t ask for any more than that. With any other girl I would assume that would make for a lackluster blow job, given the lack of experience, but with Sophie, it was totally different. She would be eager to test what she knew, and what guy doesn’t want an eager woman sucking on his dick?
“Then I’m ready whenever you are.” I watched her, taking another draw on my beer.
She took a deep breath, pulled her phone out of her back pocket, and slapped it on the counter. Then she put her beer down next to it. “I’m ready now.”
Just what I wanted to hear. I drained the last of my beer and set it down. I yanked my T-shirt off over my head and dropped it on the counter. Then I said, “Come to the couch.”
She actually didn’t wait for me. She just walked over to the couch and sat down. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d cracked her knuckles in preparation. She looked like she was about to tackle a challenging equation, not my cock. Maybe I needed to loosen her up, just a little. I sat down next to her and reached out, stroking her hair back from her face.
“I love your eyes,” I said. “I love that you don’t look away from me.”
“I love your eyes too,” she whispered. “I’ve never seen blue eyes like yours.”
Unfortunately, I had—my brother’s. So instead of responding, I shifted closer to her and kissed her. The way I had intended to initially when she first stood in my doorway. I took her mouth, hard, and teased open her lips so I could sweep my tongue in and taste her. I wanted my tongue to remind her of me, between her legs, eating her pussy.
It clearly did because she gasped, her hands automatically pressing against my chest. I liked the feel of those soft, tiny hands on me, her nails digging into my skin. “Cain,” she murmured.
But I hushed her with my lips on hers again, lifting the hem of her T-shirt so I could caress that ribbon of flesh above her waistband. She had such soft skin, and curves that hadn’t seen much gym time. Most likely her time was spent in the library or computer lab or wherever someone might do math shit. She was pale for June, like she had skipped the early trips to the beach.
I peeled her shirt off over her head. That unicorn was mildly distracting. I was tempted to take her bra off but I doubted she was going to feel comfortable going down on me naked. If I had to guess, she hadn’t actually practiced that way. I could tell by the way she looked at me that I was correct. She looked a little unnerved but then resolutely reached for the button on my jeans.
“How should I do this?” she asked, biting her bottom lip. “Here on the couch or should I get on the floor or what?” There was mild panic in her eyes now, like she was realizing how completely different it was to have another human being in front of her.
“What did you do with the banana?”
“I was in a chair, at a desk. I don’t think that applies here.”
She looked so mournful I had to laugh just a little. “Then here, let’s do this. Get on your knees on the carpet between my legs.” The angle would be easier for her. And hell, what guy didn’t want a woman on her knees in front of him?
I didn’t want my pants on at all, so as she shifted back I stood up and dropped them along with my boxer briefs. I stepped out of them entirely and tossed them on the coffee table. When I sat back down Sophie’s jaw was open, but not in the way I was hoping.
She was mid-slide off the couch.
“What?” I asked.
But she shook her head and dropped completely to the floor, wiggling between the coffee table and my leg to get herself into position. Sophie faced my lap, blew her hair out of her eyes, and went down on me.
It was the most awkward entrance to a blow job I’d ever experienced in my life, but all that was irrelevant the minute her warm mouth enclosed over my hard cock.
