Autumn starts to pull on my cock, keeping a firm grip on it. Though her movements are tentative, every second feels amazing.
“Can I taste it?” she asks, her eyes riveted to her task.
I moan at the mere thought of it.
Again, Trevor guides her through the steps, but I don’t hear a word because my heart is pounding and blood is rushing behind my ears, and my entire focus narrows to the sight of Autumn’s tongue darting out to lick the head of my cock.
Holy fuck.
With her hand still gripping my base, her lips open, and she wraps them around the head of my cock. I don’t know how I keep from passing out. Or blowing my load immediately.
The sight of her mouth around me is almost too much to take, and I have to close my eyes. She takes me in a little deeper, presses her tongue against my shaft and then slides off of me, before repeating the motion.
I clench my fists and pray for strength.
“When he’s about to come, you might want to pull off of him,” Trevor tells Autumn. “You can keep stroking him through it, though.”
I have no idea how I last as long as I do. It’s probably the distraction of Trevor giving directions, but my god, Autumn’s hands and mouth on my cock are incredible, and eventually I can’t hold back, no matter how hard I try.
“It’s gonna happen soon,” I manage to say.
Autumn takes her mouth off of me, but it doesn’t matter, because I’m past the point of no return. Her hand keeps pumping my cock as I seize up, and my whole body seems to throb as a ropy thread of cum shoots out of me, landing directly on her chest.
I catch a glimpse of the incredible scene just before my eyes squeeze shut, and I surrender to the euphoria as I empty the rest of my load. I feel like my whole body was just ejected through the tip of my cock.
She’s still holding on to me as I shrink in her sticky hand. With my palm, I cup her chin and lift her wide eyes to mine. “You can stop now.” Her eyes go back to my cock; she’s seemingly fascinated with its transformation back to a resting state. Her upper body is painted in white; there was a lot after so much buildup.
“Let me get you cleaned up,” I say, scanning her room until I spot a tissue box. Grabbing a handful, I use two to wipe myself and tuck my dick back in my pants before returning to her. Before I touch her, I take another mental picture, having no doubt that the memory of this image will fuel countless future orgasms.
Though I carefully wipe her neck, breasts, arms, and stomach, her skin is still sticky when I’m finished. “Do you have a towel or a washcloth?” I ask.
“There are some over there,” she says, pointing. I select a washcloth from the neatly folded pile in a bin near her closet, dampen it with water from the bottle we brought up, and sit next to her on the bed to gently wipe her skin. In a different way, caring for her like this is almost as enjoyable as the blowjob itself. As I wipe each of her fingers individually with the cloth, she smiles at me, and I feel connected to her in a way I never have.
“How was it?” she asks, sounding shy again.
“Incredible. It was incredible.” My chest heats when she flashes me an even bigger smile. When I finish cleaning the mess I made on her, I bring her close for a tender kiss. “Do you want something to drink?” I ask when we part.
“Sure. That sounds good. Do you guys want something?” she asks Trevor and Adrian.
For a moment, I’d almost forgotten that they were still here. All of us go over to the dresser, and it’s there that I spot someone’s phone lit up with an alert, showing me the time.
“I had no idea it was so late,” I say, double checking my watch to verify the hour. “I have an early morning meeting.”
“Do you need to go?” The sound of disappointment in Autumn’s voice is nearly enough to make me want to call and quit my job altogether. But then I wouldn’t see her everyday.
“I’d better.”
“Do you mind if Trevor and Adrian stay?” she asks as she follows me toward the door, and I love that she thought to ask this, and that she cares about what I think, even though who she spends her time with isn’t up to me.
“I hate to leave,” I tell her, bringing her into a hug and hoping that this won’t be the last time I get to hold her this way, “but no, I don’t mind. I want you to experience more pleasure, no matter who’s providing it.”
Maybe it’s my recent orgasm talking, but I mean it. I don’t want her to go all the way with them, especially when I’m not around, but it’s none of my business.
“It’s been a great night.” She stretches to circle her arms around my neck and kisses me in a way that makes me hopeful that there will be more between us. “I’ll see you at work,” she says.
“See you later.” Stepping back from her with great effort, I look to the other guys. “Adrian, it was good to see you again. Trevor, you too.” Then, with a nod to them both, I leave.
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