Shaken, Not Stirred

Te

“Truth is,” I say quietly. “I’ve never, ever had my mouth water for a man before. It was always just… an act. A way to control.”

“Casey,” Te

“And I’m really, really dying to get a taste of you,” I say hesitantly, hoping that I’m doing this right. “I feel starved and the only way I can get filled up is by sucking your cock. Just your cock will do though.”

“Jesus,” Te

Joy courses through me because I hear the truth in his words. “Really?” I ask hopefully, not daring to believe it’s really so, because I thought I sounded awkward and amateurish.

“Goldie,” Te

I grin at him, give him a wink for good measure, and say, “Okay. I’m on it, Chief.”

“That right there,” he mutters. “Not sexy.”

Chuckling, I slide my hands into the waistband of his boxers. I push them and his jeans down over his hips, gently freeing my target. Giving him a sly smile, I graze my fingers up his chest, flatten my palms there, and then push him backward until he falls down into the chair.

I step up confidently in between his legs, and this isn’t robot Casey talking, but the woman whose mouth is still watering for this man. “It’s better if you sit down for this. I wasn’t joking when I said it could bring you to your knees.”

Te

But this… watching Te

“What you waiting for, Goldie?” he asks, now moving his other hand down to fondle his balls.

I blink hard and shake my head. “Sorry, but damn… that’s really hot watching you doing that.”

“Get on your knees, baby,” Te

I drop to my knees and as my hands reach toward him, his own drop away to give me access. I take him firmly by the base, my hand coming nowhere close to even being able to wrap fully around him. His skin is so warm and soft, yet when I contract my fingers, he’s as hard as concrete underneath.

Leaning forward and dipping my chin, I run my tongue up the base of his cock, wiggling it back and forth under the sensitive tip. Te

So velvety soft. Warm. Salty.

“You’re delicious,” I whisper reverently and then I lick him around the tip, lapping at the wetness seeping out. Te

“Suck it,” Te

“Don’t want that,” I murmur as I graze my lips down the side of his shaft.

“Casey,” Te

No man has ever said my name like that before… with such raw need.

I lean up on my knees and bend my head further, taking him from the top and pulling him all the way back into my mouth. What part of his cock I can’t fit in my mouth, I make up for with strong strokes of my hand. I hollow my cheeks and suck just as he told me to do.

“Fuck. Christ. Fuck,” Te

I moan my agreement and move over him faster, jerking at him roughly from the bottom. Te

Te

On an upstroke, I raise my eyes to peek up at him and see he’s leaning over the side of the chair to get a look at what I’m doing. His pupils are dilated and his irises are so dark, they’re almost the color of denim.

“Yes, baby,” Te

Oh, my God, that’s so freakin’ sexy that I falter. His cock slips free of my mouth, and my fingers go still against my wet flesh. Te

A slow smile creeps over those lips, and Te

What? Oh, yeah… stellar blow job in progress. I grin at him and start to bend back over his lap when he pulls on my hair to stop me. As I raise my eyes back up, his eyes cut downward. “And get those fingers moving again. I want to watch you make yourself come while you blow me.”

Oh, God. Oh, God.

He’s a master at dirty talk. A complete genius. I’m truly humbled by his greatness.

I swallow Te

My fingers fly, Te

A soft chant starts from Te

My blood rages through my veins, and my spine starts to tingle with an orgasm. I rub harder against my clit and wrap my lips tight around his shaft as I suck.

With a massive push upward, Te

Just as he starts coming in my mouth, my own orgasm breaks free and I whimper against the warm, salty fluid that I drink down as soon as he gives it to me. My body shudders, I give another strong pull against his cock with my mouth, which causes Te

I’m barely cognizant, depleted of strength and completely malleable. Te

When our breathing evens out, Te

“You okay, Goldie?” he murmurs through a knowing smile.

“Never better,” I mutter with a dopey smile of my own.

He chuckles and kisses me again… swiftly this time. When he pulls away, his eyes are serious. “I have to leave day after tomorrow to head back to Raleigh. I’m going to see Zoey for a few days, and then I have to head up to New Jersey to visit a buddy of mine.”

Suddenly, the vague haze of post-coital bliss starts to dissipate and disappointment starts welling up. For the first time ever, I don’t want a man to go. I want him to stay.