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Chapter Nineteen
Samuel
Fast and wild.
No shit.
I can barely breathe as she wraps her mouth around my dick and practically swallows it whole. “Jesus.” I gasp, trying to pay attention for the bell, listen for my sister’s arrival, and watch as Freedom tries to devour my cock as if it were the main course in Nathan’s Hotdog Eating Contest.
Then she reaches down and strokes my balls. My hips thrust upward, all on their own, as I try for a little more of that sweet friction her mouth creates. It’s amazing, like her, especially when she palms my balls and squeezes. Not hard, but enough that I feel electricity spread through my blood.
Freedom continues to work me over, stroking long and firmly with her hand and taking as much of me into her mouth and throat as she can. And my eyes? They’re transfixed on her. Her movements, her mouth, the way her throat bobs as she swallows and gasps for air. And her eyes? They’re locked on my face the entire time. Something passes between us as our gaze locks.
Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock. It tickles, but the good tickle, and I feel it in my balls. They draw up and my orgasm is just within grasp. I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten off so quickly before by blowjob. But with Freedom? I’m ready to blow in less than two minutes.
That’s when she goes for broke. She takes me as far as she possibly can and with a single finger, strokes and presses into this spot just behind my balls. I erupt. Her throat constricts around me as she strokes my cock with one hand and rubs behind my balls with the other. I don’t even have time to warn her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her eyes lock on mine once more as I rock my hips and empty myself down her throat. Even after I’m left with nothing but trembles, she watches me, and I her.
She gently slides my cock from her mouth, licking and sucking off any remaining wetness as she goes. I sag against the wall, thankful it’s there to help keep me from falling to the ground. I’m suddenly boneless and spent, my body completely sated and happy. “Shit,” I grumble, closing my eyes.
After a few seconds, Freedom giggles. “I knew that would work.”
I open my eyes and glance her way. “Knew what would work?” I ask, finally recalling I’m sitting in my sister’s dressing room with my softening cock hanging out.
As I stand up and start to pull up my pants, she laughs again, righting her long skirt and straightening her top. “Pressing the magic button. It makes a great blowie a fucking phenomenal one.”
“Magic button?” I ask, almost absently. “Blowie?”
“You know, the spot behind your balls? Makes the cock erupt like Mount St. Helens in a matter of moments,” she tells me bluntly.
“Jesus, Freedom,” I whisper, shoving my shirt back into my pants, and spending several long seconds making sure my shirt buttons and the fly of my trousers line up perfectly.
“What? Did it not work?”
I open my mouth to argue but can’t seem to find the words. Did it work? Does the sun rise in the east and set in the west?
You know it.
“We should get back out there,” I tell her, adjusting my tie in the mirror. It has a slight wrinkle where she grabbed it, which is funny, but I don’t recall her pulling on my tie at all. But I know she has this thing for it, and always has her hands on it, straightening or smoothing the soft material.
“We should,” she says, a broad smile on her face. She looks beautiful. Happy. Carefree. I’m not sure what comes over me, but I wrap my arms around her and press my lips against hers. The kiss is tender, almost sweet, but causes a stir in my pants just the same. I never would have thought I could get hard so quickly, but here I am, starting to feel the tightness in my groin once more.
“Freedom,” I start, trailing open-mouthed kisses across her jaw. “We shouldn’t…”
She grabs me by the crotch and squeezes, making me jump. “We definitely should,” she sasses, biting my jaw. “Tonight. I’ll let you return the favor.”
My cock jumps at the thought.
“Come on, Sammy. Let’s get back out there.” Freedom takes me by the hand, throws the curtain back, and steps out. I’m right behind her and slam into her back when she stops. Glancing up, I see the reason for the sudden halt.
“Samuel?”
I stare back at my sister and brother-in-law. They’re both wearing a surprised look that’s quickly replaced with humor. “Dude,” Latham mumbles, nodding down to my pants.
When I glance that way, I find my zipper down. “Shit,” I murmur, rapidly zipping my fly.
“Do I even want to know what you two were doing in my dressing room that would result in your zipper being down?” my sister asks, unable to meet my eyes.
She glances at her best friend, who just shrugs. “A blowie.”
