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Chapter 7
So, a real cock in my mouth? Much different than fruit. First of all, Cain was warm and his cock tasted like skin. Like licking my arm. The texture was definitely an improvement over a banana peel, but conversely I wasn’t used to having so much of him around me. His legs were on either side of my lower body, and his thighs brushed against my arms. I could see the flat plane of his rock-solid abs in front of me, and the trimmed, dark hair behind his shaft.
Yep. Totally different, with so many senses firing. As I slid my tongue down the side of him, testing the flavor, I marveled that I could smell him too. Just an essence of man. Not sweat. Not anything offensive, but something elemental that excited me a little, if I was honest.
Then there was the sound of him. The low growl in the back of his throat, encouraging me, murmuring, “That’s it, Soph. You’ve got it.”
And his hands. Buried in the back of my hair, not pushing me, but locked on me, not allowing a retreat if I had wanted to. Which I didn’t.
Because it was very, very sexy to be sucking on Cain. Because it made me feel in control for the first time with him. Like I had the upper hand, even though I was on my knees on the carpet in front of him. My hair slipped forward and I shook it back, disengaging from him briefly. He gave a groan of disappointment. Since I had been prepping him the way I had learned, with teasing strokes of both my tongue and my hand, I figured maybe I should ask him if he had particular preferences.
I gazed up at him. His blue eyes were dark with desire, his jaw set. “I feel fairly confident I learned what I could in a classroom setting. But I’m sure you can instruct me more specifically as to what you like.”
“What do I like? I like you, being confident. That’s hot as hell. But to be more specific, all I’m going to say is remember it’s a three-piece part. Don’t forget the balls.”
Don’t forget the balls. I cataloged that information away. “Got it.” I ran my fingertip down the length of him to the base of his shaft and drew it across the taut skin of his testicles. I’d never really studied a penis in the wild. It did seem kind of crazy that it fit inside me. But it had, to utter perfection. Fascinated by the way his skin tightened the more I touched him, I cupped his balls in my palm and played with the shifting sensation. What an anatomical oddity.
Then I remembered I was supposed to squeeze, applying pressure at the base of his cock. So I wrapped my fingers around him, pumped up and down a few times to test it, then gave a soft squeeze, afraid to apply too much pressure.
He seemed to approve though. He tilted my head so I could see him. “Don’t be afraid of it. Grip it harder.”
“Really? Are you sure?” It was so swollen it just seemed like more pressure would hurt.
“Positive. I’ll tell you if it’s too much but I like it hard.”
“Okay.” I squeezed harder and at the same time dropped my mouth down over him, taking him into my mouth until I reached my own hand. He jerked a little and gave another low moan. That seemed to be a success.
So I repeated it, finding a rhythm that worked for me and was clearly working for him. I ran through in my head the repertoire of tricks we had been told about in the class, and decided when his grip tightened in my hair that I needed to tease. I pulled back off him entirely and Cain swore. Then I went back down, my saliva having left a slick path for me. It was easy to take him deep, remembering to open my throat so as not to gag myself.
“Fuck, Sophie.”
I pulled off again. With my left hand I quickly reached around my back and undid my bra. He seemed to like that idea because he eased up on my hair to slip the straps over my shoulders himself. It was a fact most men are visually stimulated, and I had to imagine tits pressing against his legs would not be a bad thing. Briefly I sat up so I could ditch the bra and push my hair back off my face. Then I wiped my damp lips while he reached out and palmed my breast.
He thought I was done and he was willing to let me retreat. But he was wrong. I was nowhere near done yet. I hadn’t made him crazy yet. I wanted to do to him what he had done to me when he was licking my pussy. Reach some intense connection with his body.
So I put my hands on his thighs and fitted my mouth over him again, hands free. There was something just as sexy about that. Like hey, just sucking on a cock here.
“Holy shit,” was his opinion.
It was a hard angle to sustain so after a few strokes I gripped him again, using my other hand to press against his abs. Those firm, workingman’s abs. He was so damn hot. So much naked flesh and it was all for me to explore. I was curious about every inch of him even though it was almost overwhelming to be surrounded by so much raw masculinity.
I ran my tongue down his cock and back up, watching him carefully. “Am I doing this right?” I asked.
“Top of the class, baby. Trust me. A-plus, one hundred fucking percent.”
Even if he was just being nice, it just validated me, made me smile. I wanted to reward him for being so encouraging and patient with me. Cain didn’t know me at all, and yet it seemed to matter to him that I enjoy myself.
So I took him deep again and this time I maintained a fast, wet rhythm up and down, my hand following my lips. I was dedicated, determined. My own body felt heavy, tense, tingling. It was crazy but I was wet from pleasuring him. It was like an equation had balanced and that was always supremely satisfying.
I wanted him to come in my mouth. Because I had to assume men enjoyed it. That certainly featured heavily in porn and male talk in movies. But also because women seemed to have wildly varying opinions on it, from enjoyment to sheer hatred and disgust, and I wanted to weigh in for myself.
But Cain didn’t let me. He was way stronger than I was and when he pushed me off him, I half fell on my side against the couch, breathing hard, lips slick and wet. His hands gripped my shoulders, holding me away from him. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
He just shook his head. “Not a fucking thing. Gold star, Sophie.” He put his hands under my armpits and hauled me up, onto the couch. “It’s just your turn, that’s all.”
“I wanted to finish you,” I protested. It felt like my assignment hadn’t been completed.
Cain eyed me. He seemed to get my need. “You can in a minute. I just want to taste your pussy.”
