He rolled away from her and disappointment flooded her. He lay with his arm over his face. “You are fucking killing me here.”
He hadn’t left, though. She rolled to her side and slowly reached a hand under his jeans. “Please let me.”
He dropped his arm to peer out at her. “Like I can fucking say no to you?”
She grinned. “Really? I’ll keep that in mind.”
He pointed a finger at her. “To a point. I won’t let you risk yourself.”
“I hardly think giving you a blow job is much of a risk.” She undid his jeans and he helped her by raising his hips so she could lower them. He was going commando. Her breath sucked in at the sight of him. Nope, nothing little about his problem.
“Hand job,” he countered.
“What?” she asked, distracted. She wrapped her hand around his cock. It twitched and she nearly giggled. Okay, she had to get her shit together. She might be inexperienced, but she was pretty certain giggling at a guy’s dick was a big no-no. It wasn’t that she found it funny. She was just nervous as hell. She’d never sucked a man’s cock. She’d never even touched one before. Yep, this was a whole new ballgame. He was warmer than she’d thought. Smooth. Firm. There was no hair around his genitals, did he remove it?
“You’re going to give me a hand-job.”
“All right. I, umm, don’t really know what I’m doing, though.”
“Fuck, baby. Not much you can do wrong,” he groaned as she lightly squeezed him. “Run your hand up and down my shaft. Yeah, that’s it. It’s not going to take much for me to come. This is going to be the world’s shortest fucking hand job.”
She smiled at that. Although she didn’t want it to end too quickly. She wanted to keep touching him, giving him pleasure. He had an unguarded look on his face, he was relaxed. She liked it. She continued to run her hand up and down his dick.
“What else should I be doing?”
He looked at her. “It’s a turn-on, knowing this is your first hand-job, you know, that right?”
“Really?” she asked. “I thought it would be turn-off for most guys, me not knowing what I’m doing.”
She’d been starting to think she might have to look into lessons or something. Or some sort of instructional video online.
“Nope, fucking turn-on knowing I’m your first.”
“I want you to be my first in everything,” she whispered.
His face tightened and she wasn’t sure what that look on his face was. Did he not like that idea? Was it something he didn’t want?
She hated being so insecure.
“Lean in and lick my nipple,” he commanded instead of responding to what she’d just revealed. “Play with me like I did with you.”
Okay, that she could do. She leaned in and ran her tongue over his nipple. He groaned. “I didn’t know that nipples were as sensitive for men as they are for women.”
“Don’t know about other men, that’s not really something we sit around and discuss, but I like my nipples being played with.”
Then that’s what she’d do. Because she wanted to please him. She wanted to make him feel as good as he had her.
So, she suckled on his nipple then lapped at it with her tongue.
“Don’t stop using your hand on me,” he groaned.
She realized then that her hand had stilled. Shit. She was already failing hand job 101. “Sorry,” she said hastily.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” he told her. “I get it. My nipple is pretty mesmerizing.”
She snorted. “Yep, it pulled me into its orbit and I couldn’t break free. It’s like a sick obsession.”
“I have heard that more than I can say.”