His hands tangle into my hair. I let out a moan when his cock presses into my sex. I start to shift my hips back and forth, rubbing myself against him.
“Angel,” he groans against my mouth. I make myself stop. This is about pleasuring him, but this man has made me greedy.
I kiss his neck and slowly start to trail kisses down his chest. The man's body is perfect. I love the small amount of hair he has on his chest. While he’s built, it’s not all shiny and bare like you see in magazines. He feels and looks like a man. So different than most of the men I see around LA.
I keep traveling down his body. The man really is hard everywhere.
“Angel.” There is a warning in his tone. I only smile, knowing I might be the only person that tone doesn’t work on in his life.
“It’s my turn.” My fingers slip into his boxers before I give a tug. His cock springs free. We both audibly suck in a breath. The man isn’t only hard everywhere. He’s freaking big too.
“Angel. Baby. You don’t have to do that.”
I wrap my hand around his cock. The skin is softer than I thought it would be. “I’m not sure this will fit inside of me.” I smirk, looking up at him. It’s then I see he’s got his hands fisted in the sheets. The head of his cock is a little red. Almost angry looking. I stroke him a few times, causing him to groan.
“I’ll get you there.” He licks his lips, and I think back to all the times he’s gone down on me. How he slides his fingers into me. He started with only one, but I’m pretty sure last night he got three into me.
My already throbbing clit starts to pulse thinking about how he’s been working my body up to take him. It’s both dirty and sweet. I think that’s my type.
“Does that turn you on, sweetness? Thinking about me getting your pussy ready for me?” I lick my lips again, nodding my head yes. He starts to move, and I know what he’s going to do. He’s planning on grabbing me and putting me on my back so he can bury his face between my thighs. As much as I love that, I want to do this for him. I want to drive him wild with pleasure the same way he does to me.
“Logan. Please.” He stops. His cock jerks in my hand. Cum leaks from the head. “I want to do this.” He lies back down. The need to taste him rides me hard.
“But you need me to guide you, don’t you, Angel?”
“Yes,” I admit. I know the gist of giving head, but I’ve never done it before. I have read about it in books and seen it alluded to in the movies. Still, there is something about when he orders me around in bed that works for me. Pretty sure it works for him too.
“Taste what you do to me, Angel. That cum is yours.” I stare at him for a moment. As dirty as his words are, they stoke something deep inside of me. They make me think it’s possible that he could really belong to me. That he's turned on for me and only me. “Take me in your mouth.”
I lean down, more of my shyness fading away. My tongue comes out, and I lick the cum off the head of his cock. He groans out my name.
“More, Angel,” he demands. This time I take the head of his cock into my mouth. He lets out another deep groan. His hips thrust up, and more of him slips into my mouth.
I go as deep as I can, sucking him and moving my hand at the base of his cock. I stroke him quickly, fueled by the sounds of pleasure he's making. My nipples tighten to the point of being painful. I feel myself grow wetter the more I suck him. So much so that I can feel my arousal coating my thighs. My sex throbs with need. I try not to wiggle around and focus all my attention on Logan. I want him to enjoy this.
“Need you,” I hear him say before I feel myself being lifted. His cock slips free of my mouth as he grabs me and spins me. The next thing I know I’m straddling him again. This time, however, my knees are on either side of his head. It hits me that we’re in a sixty-nine position. I’m grateful that he can’t see my face as my cheeks flame with the thought of what he’s staring at. Even though he’s had his head between my legs a bunch of times before this, for some reason this feels more intimate.