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“Have you ever tasted yourself?”
I shake my head, my heart pounding a million miles an hour.
“It’s okay. We’ll fix that,” he says. “But first, you’re gonna taste me. Open wide, Birdy.”
A wave of nervousness rockets through me, terrified that I won’t be good enough. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done this plenty of times, and the guys I’ve been with have always seemed to appreciate my efforts, but I didn’t care about them the way I care for Izaac. I want to please him. I want to be the best he’s ever had, and anything else simply won’t do.
After wetting my lips, I open my mouth, welcoming him in as my gaze remains locked on his. It’s strangely intimate, and when his pierced tip finally brushes against my lips, I have to look away, unable to handle it.
Izaac steps in even closer as I close my mouth around his thick cock, immediately feeling his piercing at the back of my throat, but due to the sheer size of him, I wrap my fingers around his base, holding him still.
His hand circles around the back of my hair. He has control of my movements but allows me to continue as I please, getting a feel for how I move and groaning with appreciation. His hips jolt, and undeniable joy blasts through my chest at the sheer knowledge that he’s enjoying himself.
Physically incapable of taking his whole length in my mouth, I add my other hand, working my fists up and down as my cheeks hollow out, sucking hard and circling his tip with my tongue, getting the most devilish satisfaction out of the feel of his piercing on my tongue.
“That’s right, Birdy. Two hands,” he grits through a clenched jaw. “Just like that.”
I’ve never felt so damn good, and when Izaac clenches his jaw and trembles, I know without a doubt that nothing in this world would ever be better than this moment. Only, I’ve never been so wrong because when I pick up my pace and force his tip past my gag reflex, I’m rewarded by the sweetest vibration of the balls deep inside of me.
I gasp around his cock, my gaze shooting up to his in surprise, my hips jolting as I clench around the balls. “Don’t even think about coming,” he warns me. “This is my turn.”
I grin, and considering the sheer size and weight of his thick cock, it’s not even a little easy to do, but I’m down for the challenge. After all, this is supposed to be a teaching moment.
Keeping myself moving, I give it my all, and as his grip tightens in my hair and I taste the sweetest drop of pre-cum on his cock, I realize just how close to the edge he is, and I’ve never wanted anything more. I need to see him come undone, need to taste him in the back of my throat and swallow every last drop he has.
“Fuck, Aspen. You don’t know how fucking much I’ve thought about your mouth on me.”
Shock blasts through my system, and for a moment, I’m too fucking stunned to keep up my rhythm. Does he mean how much he’s thought about my mouth over the past few weeks, or does he mean over the past few years? Because there’s a significant difference between the two.
With his heated gaze locked on mine, that intensity returns tenfold, and as I go to drop my gaze, his hand returns to my chin. “Eyes up here, Birdy,” he murmurs as the balls’ vibration levels up.
I whimper, and my chest heaves, but as I continue holding his stare, the emotion wells up inside of me, and it’s too fucking much. I’m supposed to hate him, but seeing him so close to coming undone for me, I’m going to break. I’m going to fall for him all over again, and that’s the last thing I want to come from this. Hell, it’s the last thing he wants too.
Despite his demands, I look away, dropping my gaze just as a roaring “Fuck” fills the private room and his hips jolt forward, sailing even further down my throat. Izaac comes hard, shooting hot spurts of cum to the back of my throat, and without a single moment of hesitation, I swallow it down, claiming every last drop.
Only the moment is tainted by my fucked-up need to love him. Why did I have to go there? I ruined it for myself. It’s only a little eye contact. Why am I making such a big deal about it? It’s nothing. It’s not like I’ve never looked the guy in the eyes before. Though, I suppose I’ve never done it while his cock was halfway down my esophagus. That shit tends to make a difference.
Izaac finishes, and when every last drop of him is gone, I pull back, releasing my hold from around his cock and lowering down on my knees as I try to catch my breath. My jaw aches from taking him like that, but it’s a welcome ache, one I would take on every day if I could.
Izaac offers me his hand, and I gingerly take it before allowing him to pull me to my feet, and he stabilizes me with a hand at my waist. “You good?” he asks, just a hint of concern flashing in his dark eyes.
I cringe. “I’ve gotta lose the fucking balls.”
His eyes widen just a fraction. “Oh shit. I got too caught up with how good it felt having your lips wrapped around my cock, I forgot to turn it off.”
“No shit,” I say, every little movement putting me on edge as he finally puts an end to the vibration, and then without warning, he steps even closer, pulling my body right against his. His fingers brush down my side, leaving a trail of goosebumps before reaching the apex of my thighs.
“Breathe in,” he instructs. I do as I’m asked, and when he prompts me to breathe out again, he slowly pulls the balls free. The moment they are out, everything goes weak, and I crumble into his strong arms.
Izaac holds me up, his hand drawing soothing circles on my back. “Come on,” he says, moving me through the room. “You’re too worked up. You need to relax.”
He leads me to the couch by the large ottoman I’d been on when I figured out his little secret, and as he sits down, he pulls me on top of him, my knees straddled on either side of his strong thighs. “You good, Aspen?” he asks again, and I can’t help but wonder if he was able to sense the change in me earlier, but when he pulls me in and his warm mouth closes over my nipple, all train of thought falls from my mind.
“More than good,” I moan, gripping his strong shoulder as I feel his hardness between my legs, but he doesn’t make a move to plunge himself deep inside of me. Instead, he simply roams his hands over my body with feather-soft touches, and just as he said, it doesn’t take long before I’m finally able to relax.
My hips begin to rock, grinding my core against his thick cock, as his lips move across my chest, teasing my pebbled nipples before trailing up to the sensitive skin below my ear. My body is on fire in all the right ways, and as my wetness becomes too evident to ignore, he locks his arm around my waist and gently lifts me.
Positioning himself beneath me, I feel his tip at my entrance, and then he slowly begins to lower me. I take him inch by inch, stretching wider than ever before. My walls tremble around his sheer size, and I don’t dare move as I let my body adjust to his delicious intrusion.
