“I love you,” he mouths, making sure to exaggerate so I can clearly make out each word.
“I love you too,” I whisper back. “We can watch them sometime—together. I mean, if it won’t be too painful for you. I’ve wanted to,” I admit, “but I just didn’t know how you’d feel about it.”
My eyes don’t break from his, and he nods.
“Can I go back to making you come now?” I ask him, and he dons a shit-eating grin.
I lift off of him, and he signs to me, “Be a good boy and suck me off like you mean it.”
“Bos-sy,” I taunt with a dry chuckle. “Lauren, will you get up there and keep his face occupied while I set to work on his dick?” I nod up at him as I descend down his body. “I’m ill-prepared to hear all about how I’m not nearly as good as you at giving head.”
She smirks and does as I ask, crawling on the bed and maneuvering into position to straddle his torso. She leans forward, her hands pressed on his chest, holding him in place. When she dips her head so her lips can meet his, her hair falls into a curtain around their faces.
His hips nearly launch off the bed just as soon as I suck his crown past my lips, swirling my spit soaked tongue around the tip. I assume he must have done something up there to make Lo giggle. “Pretty sure he just mouthed fuuuuck,” she notes, then adds, “Yup. Can confirm. Definitely a drawn-out fuck.”
I grin, my mouth still wrapped around his cock, and huff out a chuckle. This is fuckin’ ridiculous, her interpreting for him during sex—but it’s just sous.Call it awkward if you want, but really there’s no other way I’d rather have it.
I try to relax my jaw a bit to take him back further. He’s not, like, the Guinness World Record holder for the biggest cock or anything, but it is a fairly decent sized dick. Has some girth to it. Veiny as a motherfucker. Slight curve at the tip, but angled in a manner that gives my P-spot just the right amount of lovin’.
It’s a bottom’s dream dick, in all honesty, and I’m making this thingmybitch right now.
His hips thrust up again as I take him all the way to the back of my throat and swallow.
“Sweetness, holy shit, you’re taking me so good. Sucking me all the way back like that,” Lauren speaks for Caleb.
I love that he calls me sweetness sometimes, but mostly Sugar. Love that he brought that pet-name back from our past, actually. He wants to sit there and act stunned that I never forgot anything, but it would appear that I’m not the only one.
“You’re such a good boy,” Lauren drawls when I double down on my efforts, plunging him deeper and deeper into my throat.
Saliva is leaking out the corners of my mouth so much that I have to hit pause occasionally and lick it back up, teasing and tasting him as I do. As I come up for air once more, I take a moment to suck one of his balls into my mouth while I take over fisting his spit-slicked cock.
Lauren speaks, “Caleb, I don’t—” She pauses, and I peer up, still suctioning his nut. “Oh,” she continues, “he’s just mouthing a slew of jumbled up profanities up here,” she tells me. “I think it’s safe to assume he likes whatever it is you’re doing. He’s nodding.”
I huff out a little laugh, and his ball pops out of my mouth. “That’s good. Make sure to leave me a tip when I’m done, alright?”
There’s another pause while he signs. I smirk and resume sucking his head, meeting my mouth with my hand. “Here’s a tip,” Lauren finally interprets, “stop again, and I will hold your head in place while I fuck your throat so hard you’ll find out what it’s like to have a wrecked voice box… just like me.”
Then, she shakes her head and speaks to him, “Jesus, Caleb. I thought Marcus was overselling this dirty talk of yours.”
I’d have a proper rebuttal for that, but I’ll refrain, since I’m in the homestretch of this blowie now, if the way his nuts are tightening up is any indicator.
“I’m about to come,” Lauren confirms. “Keep going, Sugar. Don’t stop.”
As I hum my confirmation of the message received, his thigh muscles go taut, and his stomach dips. I hollow out my cheeks, fully intending on sucking his soul right out through his orgasm, my head dipping so low my nose brushes his trimmed pubes. That’s all it takes, and he’s feeding me his cum, spilling down my open throat.
I swallow and swallow some more, every pulse of his hot release coating the inside of my mouth. His body quakes and shudders beneath me, and I hear Lauren whimpering as they kiss through it all. Finally, his body is spent, and I pop off his cock.
His body goes lax, practically melting into the mattress.
“He says he’d tip you, but his wallet is in the other room. He’s too spent to move.”
I chuckle, sitting up and wiping the last of his orgasm from my lips with the back of my hand. “Likely excuse.”
Lauren presses a chaste kiss to his forehead before climbing off him and slipping into her robe. “Stay put, I’m going to go get a washcloth.If, for nothing else, just to get a layer of sweat off. Letmetake care ofyou.” She fixes us both with a pointed look.
Caleb sits up and curls his finger, beckoning me to come hither. I crawl up the bed and plant my ass right next to his, leaning—chests still rising and falling as we catch our breaths—back against the headboard. He reaches over, angling my chin towards him, and tilts his head up to kiss me. Nothing serious or intense, just… appreciative, if I had to venture a guess.
“I love the way I taste when it comes from your lips,” he notes, his tongue darting out over his own.
