Pulling back and releasing me, she takes a deep breath, her eyes never leaving mine. And then Diamond says the last words I expect. Because she always seems to take me by surprise. “Glenn, I want you to fuck my mouth.”
10
Diamond
The last time I told Glenn exactly what I wanted, he gave it to me. And the way he’s looking down at me right now, towering over me with that perfect body, eyes full of lust that feels like it’s going to consume me, I want him. I want him to take the control away and fuck my mouth and throat. It’s something I’ve always wanted to try, but never have.
Some guys don’t believe you when you say that’s what you want. Even though we were together for years, and the sex was good, Alex would never have done something like this. It was all about what he wanted, never what I wanted. And I want this. Glenn’s cock in my throat with him choosing how deep and how fast and how hard. I’m getting wet just thinking about it.
But Glenn, I can see in his eyes that he’s willing to do it. I surprised him, but he wants it to. His cock is so hard that it bobs when I reach out and brush my fingers against it. He’s so aroused he can barely stand it.
“Glenn,” I say again. “Fuck my mouth.”
He swallows, and I see his muscles move. Flowing from his jaw to his neck to his shoulder. The muscles in his stomach tense, and he speaks. “You want that?”
“I do.”
I didn’t walk into this room expecting that we’d do anything, but when he kissed me, everything came rushing back, and it was so good. I’m not a prude, but there’s something about Glenn, his utter confidence, that brings out mine. I’m really not the kind of girl that does this, but if he doesn’t care, then neither do I.
Fuck everything else in my life right now that says I have to be good and perfectly put together. I want to be messy and feel good and be myself. And right now I feel more like myself I have in a long time. That’s what it was about the other night that was so refreshing. I felt free in the same way I feel free now. Free to be my un-ironically messy self.
Glenn’s eyes are dark fire as he reaches for me, wrapping my hair around his hand. His grip is firm, pulling just enough to let me know that he’s got me where he wants me, but not enough to hurt.
“Open,” he says.
I do, and he guides his cock into my mouth, feeding it to me inch by inch. It’s a slow, intentional invasion. I asked him to fuck my mouth, and anxiety, desire, and need settle in my gut as I realize that he’s going to make sure that my mouth is thoroughly fucked.
He’s holding my head still as he sinks in. And in and in until I’m almost where I was before. The thick head of his cock pops into my throat, and I’m full of him, my nose pressed into the skin of his stomach. Fingers tighten against my scalp, and he pulls back, just an inch, before thrusting into my mouth again.
Fuck. I’m so wet right now, my body temperature rising. This feels good, asking for what I want and receiving it without having to jump through any hoops. Just an honest and simple interaction. Glenn didn’t shame me for it or ask why I would want it, just asked if I was sure. My mind feels amazingly blank, just existing in the moment.
He thrusts again, slipping in and out of my throat with ease, and a moan escapes me. I can’t breathe, but I don’t care at the moment. When I told him I liked the taste, I wasn’t lying. He’s salty and rich and male and that taste sends my body into this frenzy that wants more of him. More more more.
But he pulls back out, letting me breathe, and I stare up at him. He seems transfixed on me, his cock glistening with saliva from my mouth. Then, ever so slowly, the corner of his mouth tips up. My stomach does a flip and drops. He’s so sexy that he steals what’s left of my breath. I want a picture of him like this, naked and smiling down at me, completely in control.
Glenn tips my head back, lifting his hips so that his balls touch my lips. “Suck,” he says.
The simplicity of the word falls through me like lightning. Sweet heat and pleasure gather at my core. I do. I open my mouth and take them in, sucking on his skin greedily. One and then the other. I like watching his eyes close in pleasure, and the way his muscles jump and tense with every movement of my tongue.