I didn’t mean to say that. I really didn’t. But fuck me, it’s true.
Apparently, Mina is more committed to making my knees buckle with her mouth than taking the piss out of me for saying such a silly over-the-top thing because she keeps licking me, sucking me, rolling her piercing over the tender head of my dick and taking me steadily deeper and deeper down her throat.
“Shit, Mina, stop,” I say cupping her face with my hands to ease her away from me. “I don’t want to come yet.”
“Like riding a bike,” she says as she pulls off me, and wiping her chin with the back of her hand.
“Well, fun fact,” I say with a light laugh. “It took me years to learn how to ride a bike.”
Mina gives me a scrutinising look. “Are you talking about actually riding a bike or sucking cock?”
“Both, but I was very much a late bloomer when it came to taking my stabilisers off my bike. I believe I was seven or eight or something silly like that. I forget exactly how old, but Cam or my mother will no doubt remind me one day soon when it’s time to take the piss out of me again.”
Mina starts slowly pumping my cock as she looks up at me, and I swear I could dive into her eyes, the warm honey brown pools of them so big and fluid. “You know you don’t have to take shit from them.”
“I tell you what I don’t have to do, and that is talk about my brother or mother while you’re touching me and looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” she asks and I’m surprised she hasn’t snapped back into dishing out orders. I’m surprised she’s indulging me.
“Like you need my face between your thighs.”
I wish I could say definitively that Mina is affected by my words but she gives me no time to gauge her reaction because she’s moving, releasing my penis and moving back towards the head of the bed.
“Lie down, Charlie,” she says, and there it is. That beautiful, empowered, bossy voice.
I do as I’m told and seconds later, Mina swings one leg over me to straddle my chest.
“Do you remember how hard you made me come last week?” she asks.
I nod, my hands happily back on her thighs.
“Think you can do it again?”
“I want to try,” I answer honestly as my palms roll round to grab her butt. “Tell me what to do again. I liked that.”
She pouts as she nods once and starts inching up towards my face. I move my arms so I can tuck them under her the other way, and then she’s right above me, barely a few centimetres above my mouth and yet, so very, very far away.
“Look at me, Charlie,” she says, snapping my eyes up to hers.
Yet again, I do as I’m told.
“Fuck, your eyes,” she whispers.
“What?”
“They’re so… pretty.”
I blush. I actually blush. How can she be hovering above me, her pussy an inch from my lips and yet a dainty little compliment about my eyes being pretty is what makes me blush.
It makes no sense. In fact, I can see that not much about Mina and me makes sense. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like it. It doesn’t mean I don’t want more and more and more of it.
“Move my knickers to the side,” she orders, and I hook a finger into her underwear and sweep it over to one side.
“Good boy,” she says. “Now I’m going to sit on you and when I say that, I mean it. I’m going to crush my cunt against your mouth and I’m going to expect you to eat me like your next breath depends on it, because, well, maybe it does.”
I nod, wanting it just as much as it terrifies me. Her hand dives into my hair and her fingernails start massaging my scalp, magically making a lot of the fear disappear.
“Tap me twice if you need me to move and you can’t say your safe word,” she says, her voice a little softer. I nod again.
