Miles is lying on his back, the sheet tented with his morning wood.
My smile returns. Maybe I can escape this day for just a few more moments by giving him the blowjob of a lifetime.
It’s funny. I love men, but giving head has never been my favorite thing to do. So why do I want Miles’s dick in my mouth so fucking bad?
I rise from the bed quietly, take a quick trip to the bathroom, and then pad to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Then I creep back into bed with Miles–who hasn’t even stirred–and remove the covers from him.
God, he’s a fucking work of art. His cock is smooth and gorgeous with one purple vein marbling through it. He’s hard and ready, and I could easily sink down on him. I’m ready, just thinking about it. But I don’t have any condoms in the apartment. I could rummage in his jeans to see if he has another. I’m on the pill and clean as a whistle, but we haven’t talked about going bare and I don’t want to take his choice about that from him.
So a blowjob it will be.
I lean down, flick the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock.
His eyes flutter open. “This is one hell of a way to wake up.”
“Shh,” I say, licking the crown like a lollipop. “Let me take care of you.”
“You’re the one who needs taking care of.”
He begins to sit up, but I push at his chest and force him back down. He huffs out a laugh because I know he’s allowing me to manhandle him. If he wants to do something, I physically can’t stop him.
“Please,” I whisper, gripping the base and stroking him from root to tip. “I need this. I want to do this for you.”
He hisses and his hips involuntarily buck. “You sure?”
I nod and watch as a drop of liquid seeps from the slit. “God, I’m so sure.”
He smiles, closes his eyes.
And I flick my tongue over his cock head once more, getting that salty essence.
He groans in a subtle vibration that I feel more than hear.
I suck at his broad head, and then I lick long strokes over his shaft before I take him completely—well, as much as I can—into my mouth.
Another groan pulsates through me, I’m not sure whether it came from Miles or from me.
I suck him as far back to my throat as I can, and then I ease up, only to begin again.
“Baby. Feels so good.”
Yeah, it does. I’m hyper aware of the tingling between my legs. I continue to suck his dick, harder and faster, until his hands are in my hair, and he’s moving with me, adjusting to my rhythm.
“God, Sadie. What a sweet fucking mouth you have.”
His balls are tightening, and I know he’s close to release. Will he come in my mouth? Do I want him to?
Fuck, yes. I want him to.
He has other ideas, though, as he springs forward, dislodging his cock from my lips, and with one swift movement, I’m flat on my back and he’s hovering over me.
“Sorry, baby, but if I let you keep doing that, I was going to come, and I’m not ready to come yet.”
In another flash, my legs are spread, and he’s feasting between them.
Eating me. Devouring me. Taking me over the edge. And then again.
When I’m completely spent, he crawls forward, touches his lips gently to mine.