Chapter 22
Blakely
I'm on my knees on the kitchen floor looking up at Nicholas, waiting for his instructions. He wants to put his cock in my mouth and I want to suck it. The idea turns me on.
He looks down at me with eyes full of control and authority. His regard makes my core pulse. "Take my cock in your hands..." he whispers roughly.
My hands rise slowly to the drawstring of his sweatpants and I undo the knot, my eyes hooked on his. Nobody has ever looked at me the way he does. It's a mixture of dominance and helplessness at once. Like he has no choice but to take control of me, like he just can't resist me. It makes me feel a little bit of fear and a little bit of power and a whole lot of lust.
I lift his cock out of his boxers. It's heavy and long, thick veins pulsing within and just a drop of pre-cum glistening on the wide crown. I inhale shakily.
"Rub it, Blakely. Touch it." Desire darkens his features and thickens his voice. I feel my own lust soaking through my panties as my fingers curl around the shaft and pump its length.
"Good girl," he growls watching the movement of my hand as I work him back and forth from root to tip. His thumb swipes over my bottom lip before pressing against the flesh, pulling it down. A moan rolls out of my mouth.
Pre-cum beads on the tip of his cock and I lick my bottom lip. I want to taste it so much.
Nicholas' hand covers mine and he guides his cock to my mouth. "Open up, baby."
I swallow as my lips part and he slides his length into my mouth. We both moan as the salty liquid hits my tongue, mixing with my saliva. I wrap my lips around him, trapping his cock in the warmth of my mouth.
"Good," he groans, releasing my hair from its ponytail with a soft tug, "now, suck it."
I’m tentative at first. Teasing him with clumsy, unsure sucks and licks. He speaks to me in a thick, commanding voice, telling me just how he wants it. Telling me to purse my lips tighter, to suck him in deeper.
Goaded by his uninhibited lust, I quickly find my rhythm and instinct takes over. My head bobs back and forth as I welcome his shaft into my mouth, devouring him inch by inch.
Nicholas' eyes squeeze shut and his head tilts to the side. "That's it, Princess."
My hands brace his hips as I take him in and out, increasing the speed and swallowing as much of him as my body will allow. And then his hips start working, rolling against my mouth, shoving deep into my throat. I take in as much as I can but the last few inches of that monster cock just won't fit.
I gag, loving the sensation. Everything about this is new and exhilarating. The tastes, the textures, the sounds. Even as my eyes water and I struggle to breathe, I open my mouth wider and take more of him in. My fingers crawl to the inside of his thighs and cradle his balls, caressing them gently. His fingers comb into my hair and tighten against my scalp, causing a delicious pain. He groans my name.
His thrusts relent a little. He looks down at me, hesitancy in his eyes. I hold his gaze waiting for instructions as tears of strain roll down my face.
"Blakely," he says tentatively, vulnerability in his voice, "There's a soft spot just past my balls, before my asshole..." I nod, know exactly what he's asking.
I stroke my fingers over that sensitive spot and his knees buckle instantly. His fingers curl around the lip of the counter behind him and he hisses.
I smile around his cock, stroking him again and again. He thrusts into my mouth. Saliva hangs from my chin. My hands are slippery. My eyes burn.
God, this is a mess.
But I don’t relent. It's the hottest thing I've ever done. Down here on my knees, I don't think I've ever felt sexier, more in control. I’m still finding it hard to believe that it’s me, Shy Blakely, getting my freak on in the kitchen like nobody’s business.
And when I feel his climax building in his pulsing balls, my fingers venture further. I circle his anus with tender strokes of my index. His body speaks to me telepathically, asking for just a little more.
I can do this. I can do this.
I'm not exactly a puritan. I mean last night I spent nearly two hours riding my roommate's tongue.
It takes a bit of courage but when I finally build the strength to slide the tip of my digit into the hole, his body goes tense and his head falls back as he roars, shooting his seed down my throat.