I don’t answer. I just tighten my grip a little, sliding my hand down again, watching the way his stomach muscles tighten.
And now I’m wondering what other sounds I can pull out of him.
I lick my lips again, heat crawling up my neck.
“Can I…”
“I don’t care what you do,” he says, voice low and rough, “as long as you get your mouth around my dick.”
A slow grin tugs at my lips. I slide closer, both hands wrapping around him, and he grips the armrest like it’s the only thing keeping him from losing it. His head dips back as I start stroking, twisting my wrists in opposite directions the way I’ve seen in videos.
“You’ll tell me what to do?” I ask, needing to hear it.
His hand threads along my jaw and into my hair, his fingers curling at the base of my skull. “Yeah, baby. I got you.”
The reassurance makes my stomach tighten. I lean forward, running my tongue along the underside of him, tasting salt and heat. I circle the head once, a second time, and he lets out this low groan that makes me want to hear it again.
“Swirl your tongue around the head,” he murmurs, voice almost breaking.
I do it, slow and deliberate, and his mouth drops open.
“Oh, god… baby, that’s perfect.”
The praise makes me bolder. I close my lips around him, taking him into my mouth inch by inch, feeling the weight and heat fill me. I pull back and go again, a little deeper this time.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his fingers tightening in my hair. “You’re a natural.”
I keep moving, slow at first, then finding a rhythm as he guides me gently. “Add your hand. Squeeze and slide it with your mouth.”
I follow his lead without hesitation, wrapping my fingers around the base and stroking in time with each pass of my lips. His hips shift just slightly, like he’s fighting to keep still, and I know he’s close.
“Slow down,” he warns, voice strained. “I’m not gonna last like this…”
But I like that—knowing I’m the reason he’s losing control. I go faster instead, sucking harder, taking him deeper until my throat flutters.
“Fuck—Cassidy,” he groans, swearing and praising in the same breath. “God, you’re so beautiful… messy for me like this… look at you.”
Both of his hands are in my hair now, holding it back so he can watch every second. His eyes are dark, locked on my mouth, and the way he looks at me makes my thighs press together.
“I’m gonna come,” he says, his voice almost pleading. “You wanna swallow it?”
I shake my head, not stopping.
“Okay, baby… keep your hand on me,” he says, his own hand sliding down to wrap over mine. “God. Almost, Cricket. Keep going.”
This is making me so wet. I didn’t think I would like it this much. Maybe it’s him though and I love unraveling him.
My spit is running down his shaft and I’m sucking faster, sliding my hand quicker and he looks like he’s about to combust.
“Oh, fuck me.” He’s panting, eyes never looking away from me. “Fuck, baby. Yes.”
I don’t mean to moan but I do because the way he sounds is making my pussy clinch.
“Ah, that’s it. Okay, watch baby.”
Together we stroke him, my mouth pulling back so I can take him all in.
“God damn Cassidy.”
