AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Because he’s experienced.
Because he’s used to looking at girls and knowing exactly the position he needs.
Because he’s been with God knows how many women.
But then I don’t care about before.
So what if I’m a virgin and he’s a manwhore?
He’s here, teaching me.
He wants me.
God, he really fucking wants me.
“Start with your hand,” he says. “Get a grip.”
I wrap my fingers around his smooth skin.
He lets out a low, deep groan. “Start with a little tease.”
I nod.
His eyes meet mine. “Brush your lips against my tip.”
Fuck, I’m really doing this.
I stare up at Wes as I bring my lips to his cock.
I brush my lips against him. Softly. Then a little harder.
It’s different than kissing his lips or his neck.
Softer.
But harder too.
Fuck, I really like it.
I do it again, on his other side.
Then the top of his tip.
The bottom.
His fingers curl into my shoulder.
His other hand goes to the back of my head.
I brush my lips against him again.
He lets out a deep groan. “Try your tongue.”
I pull back enough to… well, to talk. “How?”
“Like an ice cream cone.”
God, that’s a mental image.
I… Uh…
I nod.
Okay, like an ice cream cone.
I think. Um… Well…
He shudders as I tighten my grip.
I bring my lips to his cock.
Then my tongue.
I start with a soft lick. Just enough to taste him.
The sweet soap from my shower and something distinctly Wes.
It’s different than tasting his lips.
More intense.
Just more.
I try softer.
Longer.
Shorter.
Harder.
His fingers knot in my hair. “Fuck, Quinn.”
“Good?”
“Yeah,” he breathes. “Take me into your mouth.”
“Okay.” I stare up at him as I wrap my lips around his tip.
Mmm.
There’s something about having him in my mouth.
It just feels good.
I try to find a better word, but nothing comes.
I don’t care about words.
Only about how much this thrills me.
His fingers curl into the back of my head. “You can keep teasing like this.”
I mumble a yes against him.
His laugh is low. Hearty. “Not the time to expect responses, I guess.” He looks down at me with a heavy smile. “Try using your tongue to tease me.”
I swirl my tongue around his tip.
Softly.
Then harder.
“Fuck.” His hand knots in my hair. His eyelids flutter together. His lips part with a sigh.
It’s so fucking beautiful, seeing pleasure spread over his expression.
I want more of it.
I want all of it.
I switch directions and do it again.
Again.
Again.
His groan fills the room.
It makes my sex ache.
I want him inside me.
I want him filling me.
I’ve never been so acutely aware of how much I wanted that.
But I really, really do.
“Put your lips over your teeth,” Wes says.
I do.
“Try taking me deeper.”
My eyelids press together.
I move my mouth over his cock.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Fuck—
That’s a lot.
I gag. Pull back. But it’s not enough. I—
I pull back to cough. “Sorry.”
“Happens.”
“Because you’re…” Okay, there’s no sense in being shy now. I lean back on my heels. Take a deep breath. He’s still there, but not right there. “Because of your size?”
“Yeah. But with smaller guys too. How often you shoving six inches into your mouth?”
“Much less—” I clear my throat. “I mean.”
“You don’t have to deep throat.”
Oh. Of course. I mean, I knew what it meant, but now I really know. “What if I want to?”
“Swallow to relax your throat.”
I nod.
“And don’t think so hard about it.”
I stare at him like he’s crazy.
“I know. Just try.”
“The more I try—”
“Then don’t try.” His fingers skim my temples. Then my frames. “You need something to drink?”
I’m past the point of drowning nerves. And my throat… It’s okay. I want this to keep going.
I…
I’m going to say it.
Deep breath.
Slow exhale.
“No.” I force myself to look him in the eyes. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Fuck, Quinn.” His throat quivers as he swallows. “You gotta warn me if you’re gonna say shit like that.”
“Only if you warn me too.”
His lips curl into a wicked smile. “No deal.” He offers me his hand.
I take it. Let my gaze travel down his body. Strong shoulders, broad chest, defined abs, trail of soft hairs.
God, I get it now.
The happy trail.
It’s such a happy place.
This is just—
It’s hot.
It really is.
“You want me to lead or you want to lead?” he asks.
My gaze flits to his eyes. “How would I?”
“Bring one hand to my ass.”
I reach around his hip. Dig my fingers into his flesh.
“Keep me in place or pull me closer.”
“You won’t…” I try to find a word that I can actually say aloud. “Move, I guess?”
“I’ll try not to. If it’s too much, pull back.”
“And if I want you to lead?”
“There’s no secret code, angel. Just tell me.”
“But I, um—”
“Your mouth is occupied?”
“Yeah.”
“All right. If you want me to lead, bring your hand to your chest. Play with your tits.”
My sex clenches.
“Or fuck yourself.”
“I…” Uh… “I don’t think I have the coordination.”
He laughs. “Come here.”
I dig my fingers into his flesh as I take him into my mouth.
