Cason’s eyes closed and his head rolled back, hitting the glass with a dull thud. His cock kicked in her hand, enjoying the attention. She stared at it in fascination after she dropped her eyes back down from Cason’s face. The tip was swollen and red, and when she squeezed his shaft again, drops of pre-cum rolled out. She had to taste him. Her mouth watered to lap those drops up, so before they could roll off the tip and be wasted, she leaned forward and closed her lips around him.
The salty, raw, musky taste of him blossomed over her tongue and she let out a groan that the old Noemi would have smothered at all costs. Cason’s hips jerked into her face and his hands tangled in her now wet hair. His cock surged in her mouth, gently though, so he wouldn’t hurt her. He didn’t push his dick to the back of her throat and choke her. He was more gentlemanly than that, even while his thighs and hands trembled with what she guessed was his effort to control himself.
She took him as far as she could in her mouth before she pulled back and explored him again. She used her tongue to trace the veins, to toy with his head, to roll it over the slit where the salty drops coated her tongue. It wasn’t enough. She reached up and gripped his shaft with one hand, guiding him into her mouth again. He was so big she could only take half of him, but she worked the base of his shaft with her hand and with the other, she cupped his balls. Another first. She’d never found balls to be overly sexy, but on Cason… his balls were nothing short of amazing. Heavy, velvety, warm.
Apparently, he liked it a lot, all her combined efforts, because his hands tightened in her hair until it pulled and burned her scalp and his cock pushed back a little further into her mouth when his hips flexed involuntarily. He thrust in and out of her mouth gently, and she let him. She sucked and teased him and cupped his balls and when that rhythm intensified, she didn’t protest. She let him work her mouth and it was hands down the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.
A minute later, Cason groaned and tried to push her face away. “Going to come,” he ground out, like he needed to get the hell away from her.
She wasn’t having any of it. She’d never let anyone do this with her before. She’d never actually wanted to. Instead of letting Cason pull away, she dropped his balls and greedily grabbed his ass, sinking her fingers in and ramming his pelvis back to her.
“Jesus- fuck- Noemi…” His hands nearly ripped her hair out, but she sunk her fingers deeper into the rock-hard muscles of his ass- who the hell had an ass that hard anyway- and kept him close.
His hips hammered into her, pushing his cock nearly to the back of her throat, even though she knew he was trying to hold himself back. His muscles jerked and vibrated and contracted beneath her fingertips and she felt his body tighten and spasm and then her mouth was flooded with shockingly hot liquid. It was thick and salty, musky and earthy on her tongue and she savored it before she swallowed. She kept going until he was finished, swallowing everything before she let him pull out of her mouth.
He stared down at her with heavy lidded eyes, drunk looking, before he uttered something about being sorry.
“What are you sorry for? I wanted you to finish like that.”
She didn’t think it was possible, but two twin spots of color formed on Cason’s cheeks. Maybe he was just flushed from the shower or coming down the back of her throat for a minute straight, but she didn’t think so.
“I- er…” He swiped a hand over his face. “Usually I last longer than a minute.”
“It’s okay.” She pushed off her knees to stand in the spray.
“Usually- the- my balls get left alone. Sorry, I acted like a sixteen year old kid getting his first blow job.”
“I’m flattered. Truly. It was hot.”
Noemi leaned in and wrapped her arms around Cason’s thick, strong neck. His pulse hammered at the side of his throat and a few of the veins stood out in stark contrast. She looked up at him and he stared down at her, unblinking, his pupils blown so wide they nearly ate up all the clue of his iris. God, it was hot to see that he thought she was hot too.
“Since we were talking about sixteen year old fantasies and first times, this is mine. I- when we were sitting in the diner waiting forever for the service while the kitchen was probably burning down around us- and by the way, running back there was a crazy heroic thing to do. I assume you got the fire put out?”