“Oh, fuck…” He whispers through his gritted teeth, his cock pulsing and brushing against my lower lips. Opening my mouth wide, I start lapping at the tip of his cock, using my tongue to draw long teasing circles around it.
Tilting my head sideways, I run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft, taking it all the way down to his balls. There, I just open my mouth even wider and suck one of his balls in, feeling its weight over my tongue. He rests his hands on my head as I do it, and I can almost feel the pent-up tension filling up his muscles.
“I want to feel your mouth, Megan… I want it right now,” I hear him say, and then I allow his ball to pop out of my mouth and run my tongue back up his shaft. I return to circling the head of his cock with my tongue, teasing him endlessly even though he’s practically begging me to start sucking him off. What? I’m enjoying this.
Only when I feel that he can’t endure any more of my teasing do I dive forward, taking his long inches into my mouth and only stopping when I touch the skin at the base of his cock. I hold my position there for a few seconds, enjoying the way his huge cock fills me up, and then I move my lips back up as slowly as I can.
Bobbing my head slowly, I let him dictate the pace, his fingers grabbing at my hair. He keeps that slow, gentle rhythm for awhile, but it doesn’t take long for him to force me to go harder. A few minutes into it and I’m going very, very hard… I’m sucking him so fast that the muscles in my neck are already cramping, but even then I don’t ease up - instead, I push through the pain and force myself to go the extra mile.
Grabbing his cock by the root, I stroke him with a matching motion to that of my mouth, my hand working in unison with it. Sucking and stroking, I give him my best - and I just know that my best will be enough to push him past the finish line.
“Megan…” He starts, his voice so heavy that I start mentally preparing myself for the inevitable. “I think that I’m… I think that I’m about -- oh, fuck!” He groans and, at the same time, I feel his cock throb hard against the roof of my mouth.
He keeps on grabbing me by the hair, but he’s no longer dictating my movements. Still, I’m not going to stop now that I’m so close - and so I just renew my efforts, sucking him while I keep my fingers around his cock, doing my very best to give him an orgasm as good as mine was. One hand washes the other, right?
“Megan,” he breathes out and, even though I have no idea why he felt the need to say my name right now, I can’t help but like the fact that he did. I don’t have much time to ponder on that, though - his cock has gone from throbbing to becoming as hard as concrete, and I’m just seconds aw
ay from having my mouth filled to the brim with his cum.
Yup, it’s happening - he groans loudly, and next thing I know his cock is unleashing his warm seed into me. It’s salty and warm, and it tastes just like what a man should.
“Mmm,” I moan, the sound climbing up the back of my throat as cum starts dripping out of my mouth, strands of it going down my chin and neck. “Mmm,” I continue, my eyes closed as I wait for the final spasms of his cock. When they happen, I roll my lips back over his shaft and take his cock out of my mouth.
“Fuck, this was amazing. You have a talent,” he laughs, sighing heavily as he caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. Then, he places two fingers under my chin and forces me to raise my head, his eyes looking for mine.
The moment I return his gaze, I know what he wants me to do… And I just do it.
I swallow all the cum inside my mouth, its saltiness making me feel lightheaded and in a daze. “You missed this,” he whispers with an amused grin, taking his index finger to my chin and brushing it over my skin, picking up the strand of cum hanging there and bringing it back to my lips.
He rubs his cum-coated finger over my lips, painting my mouth in white; I just react by parting my lips and allowing him to slide his finger inside my mouth, sucking it completely dry.
“Much better,” he laughs, and then simply launches himself forward to the pool, sinking down to his neck. Then, grabbing me by the waist, he turns me to him and kisses me. I throw my arms over his shoulders and kiss him back, my eyes closed as I try to process what just happened.
I can’t believe we just did this. Let me repeat that for you: I can’t believe we just did this. I mean, I think I deserve a medal right now, because if I managed to resist Tristan… Well, I guess I can resist everything now, right?
“What are you thinking about?” He asks me as he pulls back from our kiss, still keeping me close to him.
“I’m thinking that this was crazy,” I reply, and I couldn’t have been more honest.
“And that’s why it was so much fun,” he laughs, and I can’t help but laugh as well.
Oh, he’s right. This was fun.
Perhaps too fun.
Megan
I look at myself in the mirror in my part of the hotel suite, touching my mouth as I remember what Tristan felt like as I took him in my mouth. What he tasted like. God, I was so close to doing so much more. I’m half afraid I might still. The night is still young.
After we left the pool, we came back up to shower and get ready for dinner. Now I’m all glammed up in a sexy little black dress. It’s going to drive Tristan wild, I just know it. I smile at the thought. I can’t wait for this dinner.
Not just because it’s going to be uber-romantic in one of the finest restaurants in Miami, but because I’m really enjoying spending time with Tristan. He’s way more attentive than I thought he would be. I guess I didn’t really know what to expect. I mean, he’s seemed like an okay guy through the whole show, but spending this time together one-on-one has proven that he’s so much more than I thought.
I’m so glad he made it to the finals with me. Giving myself one last look in the mirror and fluffing my dark waves, I go out to the living area of the suite to wait. I’m barely in there for a minute before Tristan strolls out from his side, looking like a goddamn GQ model. His eyes meet mine, blazing with lust and intensity, and I just stop and stare.
I can’t even imagine how much the tailored suit he’s wearing must have cost, but it fits him perfectly across his broad shoulders and narrow waist, highlighting his strong arms. He even has custom cuff links that probably cost as much as my college education.
His chiseled jaw has a day’s worth of scruff on it, and it’s so sexy all I want to do is walk over and press my body against him and kiss him until we’re both too crazed to bother with dinner.