AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Rowan Michaels is more sculpture than actual man.
A light trail of hair arrows from his lower abdominals before disappearing beneath the thick cotton sheet. My gaze drops to the tented material. It looks like someone is sporting a little morning wood. Although, by all appearances, there’s nothing little about it.
My teeth sink into my lower lip as I tentatively reach out and tug the sheet down his body until the waistband of his boxers comes into view. Gradually the cover slithers further until his boner is revealed. Sharp shafts of need explode in my lower belly before settling deep in my core. Unable to resist the impulse, I reach out and stroke my fingers over the thick curve. Even beneath the cotton material, heat radiates off him as if he’s burning up with a fever. It sends goose bumps skittering along my skin.
Once.
Twice.
Three times I caress the hard length. Another punch of arousal slams into me. So badly do I want to delve beneath the thin material and wrap my fingers around him. A deep groan rumbles from Rowan’s chest as he shifts beneath my touch. I glance up, only to find him watching me through slitted eyelids still clouded with sleep.
“Good morning,” I whisper, continuing to stroke his length.
He stretches beneath my fingertips, becoming impossibly hard. “Yes, it certainly is.”
His voice is all deep and growly. It sends another arrow of lust straight down to my core before exploding like a firework. Already my panties are damp with need. The way I’m touching him isn’t nearly enough to appease the insatiable desire burning through my body. I need more.
So much more.
Since he hasn’t put the kibosh on what I’m doing, I decide to push the boundary and take it further by tugging at the waistband of his boxers. First one side and then the other, until I’ve worked the thick elastic down his narrow hips, and his thick cock springs free.
My eyes widen at the sight of him.
Sure...I’d suspected he was large. I could see the long curve of it beneath the material, but it’s considerably bigger than I had assumed. Enamored by the sight, I run the pads of my fingers from the velvety soft head, over the length, to the root, which is buried in a nest of curls. His erection jerks beneath my touch, and another bolt of excitement crashes through me.
I flick my gaze to his and smirk. “Impressive.”
His lips twitch at the corners with amusement. “Thanks, I try.”
My focus returns to the part of him that holds my attention spellbound. “Oh, there’s no trying involved.”
A snort escapes from him. Beneath his watchful gaze, I inch closer until his masculine scent can assault me.
“What are you doing?” Urgency leaps into his voice as if he’s only now become aware of my intentions.
“This.” I swipe my tongue across his crown.
He groans, arching his pelvis toward me. “Demi...do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
“If you have to ask, then I guess not.” A devious smile dances across my face. It feels so damn good to have him at my mercy. I swirl my tongue over the blunt tip before sucking him deep into my mouth.
A guttural sound vibrates through his body as his fingers tangle in the length of my hair.
I’m no pro at blow jobs, but I’ve given enough to know how to do it right. And if his reaction is any indication, then what I’m doing feels pretty damn good. Wanting to give him pleasure, I slowly slide up and down his length. My tongue swirls around the head before I lick my way to his shaft.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
The sounds he makes only spur me on. His teeth sink into his lower lip as his eyelids fall shut. Pleasure flashes across his face as I draw him into my mouth until he is able to nudge the back of my throat. When his body tightens, I release him, licking and nibbling at his firm flesh before repeating the process all over again, relentlessly pushing him toward the edge.
It only takes a couple of minutes before his back is arching and his muscles coil tight. His fingers pull at me. “Demi, I’m gonna—”
My suction becomes more voracious. I’ve only let one other guy come in my mouth. It’s not something I normally enjoy, but I want to experience this closeness with him.
More than anything, I want to be the one who snaps his control.
“Oh, fuck.” His hips arch off the mattress as he ejaculates. The saltiness gets swallowed down in thirsty gulps. I don’t stop milking his cock until every last drop has disappeared, and he softens in my mouth.
When I finally release him, I nuzzle the velvety tip with my lips. This is the first blow job I’ve ever enjoyed. There’s something incredibly intimate about using your mouth to pleasure someone else. There’s an exchange of power I never really thought about.
