I relax my jaw, breathe in deep like he tells me to. Then he thrusts his hips a little, presses deeper into my mouth, and the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. For a split second, my body tenses, and I think I might gag. But he’s already drawing back, out of me, and I lean back onto my heels as we rock apart, then slowly come back together again.
This time, his tip inches a little way down my throat, and my gag reflex doesn’t react. I just hold myself loose and relaxed, and let him take control. Before long, Antonio’s guiding my face toward him and away again each time, his breath speeding up.
“That’s it, Selena, god, your mouth is fucking magic.”
My breathing speeds up too, especially every time I glance up at him. Fuck. He looks so fucking sexy the way he’s standing right now, with his head tossed back, his hair falling across his eyes, his lower lip caught between his teeth. His hips are starting to rock against me now, until he’s fucking my face in earnest, pumping in and out of my mouth as I clench my lips tight around him, raise my tongue to press it against the underside of his cock with every stroke in and out of me.
I let out a little moan in the back of my throat, and he inhales sharply through his nose when I do it, sensing the vibrations from my mouth as they travel up the base of his shaft. With a faint little smile, I moan again, longer and louder this time.
Antonio’s hands are fists in my hair now, making my eyes water. But I love the feeling, the pain adding to the pleasure of watching him completely lose himself. I’ve never seen this man not in control of a situation. There’s something so gut-deep rewarding about knowing I’m doing this to him, I’m making him lose control.
“I’m going to come, Selena,” he pants. “I’m going to come inside your sexy mouth. I want you to swallow it, yes?”
I moan my agreement, and he grits his teeth now, like it’s taking every ounce of self-control he has not to come right then and there. I let my jaw go fully, relax my whole body, and let Antonio take me as he wants.
His thick, juicy cock glides into my mouth once, twice, and the final time, he pulls my face all the way up to his body, so my lips kiss the fingers of the fist I still have wrapped around the base of his shaft. He comes inside my mouth, so far back I swallow the first gulp reflexively. Then I pull back a little and take my time, sucking and licking at his length until he’s completely clean.
I’ve never tasted cum like his. I’ve given head before, but it’s always been a cursory thing, a thing the guys begged me to do and I thought was fine but not that fun. With Antonio, though, something about it, about the commands he gave me, the self-control he lost right in the middle… it makes me feel turned on as hell.
I lean back, and Antonio pulls me to my feet, catching me in a deep kiss before I can get a single word in. His tongue parts my mouth, dances with mine, and he pulls back with a faint smile, eying me from inches away.
“I can taste me on your mouth.”
“Hot, isn’t it?” I arch an eyebrow, grinning.
“My turn,” he says, almost before I process what’s going on. And then he’s on his knees before me, tugging my jeans down the same way he pushed his own off earlier. I barely have time to reach down and steady myself with my fists wound through his hair, before his tongue presses between my legs, and I lose all sense of time and place.
* * *
Somehow, in spite of our afternoon break—which turned into a far longer fucking session than either of us expected, I think—we manage to get the car in decent working order. The paint is still trying, but Antonio says we can take it for a test drive, just to make sure nothing internal with the engine was damaged.
The moment he suggests that, my stomach tenses up and my throat threatens to close on me. He never said anything about a test drive being a part of this deal. I thought I was just going to help him fix the door and the broken window. Granted, yes, the tree could have damaged something else inside the car, and I know he needs to figure that out, but…
“Can’t you test drive it on your own later?” I ask, as he lowers Betty from the low-level blocks she’d been raised up onto while we finished the final paint job.