Autumn wants to return the favor. As if I just did her a favor. I may have made her feel good, but the pleasure was all mine, or at least, mostly mine.
I can still taste her on my lips, and now she’s looking at me, her eyes flicking down to my jeans where my cock is straining against my zipper, begging to be let out.
“You don’t have to do that,” I manage to say.
“I know I don’t have to,” she says with laughter in her voice. “I want to.”
Fuck me.
Autumn wants to give me a blow job.
“You haven’t done it before?” Trevor asks, and she shakes her head. “Why don’t you take him out and stroke him,” he says.
Beautifully naked, while we’re all standing around her fully dressed, Autumn kneels at the edge of her bed and reaches for the button on my jeans. “If it’s okay with you?” she asks, her big beautiful eyes looking up at me, full of both innocence and heat.
Is she kidding?“God, yes,” I say, and when she giggles, I realize she’s nervous.
I’m going to be the first cock she’s had in her mouth.
Her fingers fumble with my pants for a few seconds before getting the button undone. Then she pulls on the zipper tab, and it’s like the scene unfolds in slow motion as she pulls it down, tugs at the fly to open it wide, and slips her fingers into the waistband of my jeans and pushes them down.
I want to help her, but I’m frozen, stunned. My briefs get tugged down along with the jeans, though I’m not sure that was her immediate intention. She lets out the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard — a gasp — when my cock springs free.
“Oh my god,” Autumn says, her eyes fixed on my erection.
“Respect,” Trevor says, a chuckle in his voice.
Autumn’s eyes are wide. “Are you all … this big?”
“Almost,” Adrian says. “Maybe not quite.”
These two might be in-demand strippers, but at least I’ve got something on them.
“I don’t know if I can …” Autumn’s voice trails off.
“You don’t have to put the whole thing in your mouth,” Trevor says. “You can still make him feel good.”
As weird as it sounds, I’m glad he’s here, because I don’t know if I could talk about things like this with as much ease.
“Okay.” Tentatively, she lays her hand on my shaft and gently runs her fingers down the length of it, from the base to the tip. When she passes over the ridge of the head, my cock jerks under her touch and she pulls her hand back.
“It won’t bite you,” Adrian says in a teasing tone.
“Though it may spit at you,” Trevor adds.
I glare at them both. “Guys, seriously?”
“It’s okay,” Autumn says, smiling. “I could use a laugh for some tension relief.”
“You don’t have to be nervous. You can’t really do it wrong,” I tell her.
“But I want to do itwell,”she says. “I want to make you feel good, like you did for me.”
I swear I could almost come from the things she’s saying and the earnest expression on her face. It’s crazy how she has no idea how she makes me feel, just by being herself.
Trevor shows Autumn how to grip my cock in her fist, and he talks her through the amount of pressure to apply, telling her that different guys have different preferences.
“Listen for his feedback,” he says. “When you’re with a man and it sounds like he’s enjoying something, you know to repeat it. Same goes for when a man is pleasuring you. Let him know what you like.”