STONE
We’re through my front door, I’m panting, and he’s moaning. His arms are around my neck, pulling me into the same kiss we’ve been plastered to since I’d charged him after exiting my car. There’s a slight reverberation coming from deep in his chest. It’s a chuckle and sexy at that. I let my own deep chuckle harmonize with his, as he pulls his face from mine, his lips quirking into the same sexy smile from earlier.
“What’s so funny?” Gibson asks.
“All of this.” My hand sweeps across his cheek with my answer, an almost sweetness in the gesture.
“You thought I was stiff and stuffy, and now, this is about to happen.” This is Gibson again, with an answer to my non-question.
“Yes, I don’t touch during cold and flu season,” I tease, dropping my tone, adopting an American accent at what he said when I tried to shake his hand. He mimics his same action from earlier, sweeping his own hand over my soft cheek. “Yeah, who would have thought that the stuffy teach is really this easy?” I continue to tease Gibson because it’s so fucking fun.
Gibson cups my chin, a very intimate gesture, but I don’t mind. I have an endgame in my sights. Who knows if the good-looking teach is part of it. But hell, it’ll be fun figuring it out.
“What can I say, Doc, you bring it out in me.” Gibson is witty with all his snarky replies, and I find it endearing.
He has me howling from deep down, matching the reverberation of his own chuckle of earlier.
“I’ll tell you what I’m about to bring out, is your cock, and I want you to really think what this mouth of mine can do to it.” Gibson takes a second for my words to sink in, and I’m rewarded with a broad grin, showcasing his handsome face. His strong and high cheekbones have to be the envy of most women—along with the yellow ring surrounding the hazel green of his eyes, that wasn’t present yesterday. Could it be the effect of the lust we share? I don’t know but, I want to find out.
I start at his neck, peppering kisses down his collarbone. “That was so cheesy it’s actually sexy as fuck.” Gibson’s words have me stopping for a brief second.
I pull back from him. Amusement has to be written all over my face. “Tell me, Teach, you say the F word often?”
He doesn’t answer me, but continues the conversation. “Didn’t you promise me something with your mouth, with something in my pants?” Gibson inquires, and he pulls away, unbuckling his belt.
“Yeah, I guess I have.” This is a hookup, but there’s chemistry and I want to explore it, even if it’s for one night. I pull his head to mine, and being close to the same height, I place a chaste kiss on his nose.
“Wow, that was almost sweet,” he says and stills, but with the broad grin crossing his face, Gibson isn’t freaked out.
“You’ll see tonight, I can be sweet with a hell of a lot of wicked lined up for you,” I reply.
Gibson’s pants are unbuckled and when I fall to my knees, I bring his pants and boxers down with me. His hard-on, which I’d felt through his jeans during our foreplay, comes to attention in front of me. He’s a tall man, standing just a tad shorter than my six-foot-two-inch frame. And his cock matches all of him. “Shit, your cock isn’t just beautiful but big as hell. I can’t wait until it fills me up.”
Yeah, I’m a top. I’m bossy as hell. I’m also a hell of a lot of dominant, too. But something about his cock makes me want to bottom, as long as my bossy arse is in charge.
My hand reaches for it, for him, and I hesitate. Because there’s something here.
He lets out another deep rumble of a chuckle. “It won’t bite you, and you certainly won’t break it.” Gibson’s words make me follow yet again with my own chuckle.
“I’m just admiring it. Don’t worry. I’m certainly not ignoring him.” My fingers touch the tip first, pre-cum helping as natural lubricant.
He emits a deep breath, his fingers massaging the top of my head. Wrapping my fingers around the shaft, I start to stroke him up and down, and because I know what I like, I fondle his balls.
“If this is simply your hands, I think I’m in for a treat with your mouth, Doc.”
I love that he calls me Doc. “Yeah, I’ll tell you what, my sweet Teach. There’s a lot more to come. Don’t worry.”
My mouth opens, just enough that my tongue swirls the tip of his cock, and more pre-cum is released. Yeah, his flavor is more than I could expect to enjoy.
“Ah, Stone, yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”
Even though most of my attention is on Gibson, he can stroke my ego any day of the week.
His hands on my head dictate my pace, and he’s hurrying me up. I move my tongue down, around the under part of the shaft. It’s where I’m more sensitive. By the way his groans fill my foyer, I’d say he’s more sensitive there, too.
“Fuck, Doc. I’ll tell you what. Hell, that is…”
He doesn’t finish his thought process. But I get the gist of what he’s saying. He’s stroking my ego almost as well as I’m stroking his cock with my mouth.