“Put your hands behind your head,” she says softly, in the most gentle command I’ve heard. Because while it’s soft, her eyes are pinched, and her shoulders are set, and I make no mistake that thisisa command. I do it, lacing my fingers together as I lean back. My cock juts out from the fabric, pink and thick, the head and top of the shaft glistening from how much cum I’ve been leaking.
Her hands go to my groin, where she begins patting down the cotton fabric of my boxers. Our eyes lock as she discovers the mess I’ve already been making.
“I want you bad, Beck,” I admit, shaking my head, making no excuses, just telling the truth. Any man who could fill their hands with those breasts and taste those lips all with a promise of head on the line? I’m lucky to have made it this far.
Stacking her fists on top of one another again, she wraps her palms around my cock and pumps, a smile forming as more precum appears at the slit.
“I’ve never wanted a cock in my mouth as bad as I want yours right now.”
Leaning forward, I watch the wide crown of my cock slip between her lips as she sucks me into her mouth.
“Fu-uck, Beck,” I groan, immediately wanting to reach forward and stroke her cheek, wrap her hair around my hand, touch her in some way–connect with herwhile she takes me.
With one hand kneading and pulling my balls, she uses her other to stroke the base of me while she feeds herself more and more of my cock. Once I’m halfway seated in her throat, she seals her lips around me as she tightens her grip on my balls, making my stomach muscles clench. Inside her mouth, the tip of her tongue teases the underside of my cockhead, making my entire shaft pulse.
Popping off with a wet slurp, my eyebrows shoot up as her eyes come to mine.
“You look drunk,” she smiles, licking the corner of her mouth, making my brain go numb.
“I’m drunk off you, baby,” I admit, and the grin I get in return for my honesty earns me another swipe of the pink pad of her tongue over my wide, aching tip.
She rises up a little, lengthening her spine, bringing both of her breasts in full view. When she was sucking my cock a moment ago, I could feel them pressed between my thighs and legit couldn’t even let my brain go there.
Cupping one breast in both of her hands, my jaw splits, and my breath catches as I realize exactly what she’s doing. Fuck, is this happening?
Beck massages her breast, her pale hands working back and forth in opposing directions until milk bubbles at the dark peak. My cock bobs against my belly and she glances down, stealing a look at my physical reaction to her.
“You’re driving me wild,” I admit, my voice frayed. She doesn’t say anything as she continues to massage herself, milk now streaming down the steep underside of her breast.
She rocks up slightly, and I watch in an erotic haze as her milk dribbles off the bottom of her breast, falling with a plunk to my heated cock below. The white cream slides down, tracing the bulging vein of my shaft as it disappears into the trimmed hair on my groin. Again, she continues slowly expressing her milk onto my cock, and I watch, my dick bobbing and jerking from how tightly I’m straining my groin.
A moment later, she leans toward me and leaves a soft kiss on my lips before sealing her mouth around my dick and sinking down. The noise she makes–throaty and raw—vibrates through my cock and balls as her tongue swirls my crown. Her swallows—knowing she’s tasting my cum and her milk—make meabsolutelyfucking primal.
“Beck, I’m close,” I warn her. She pops off, and the sight of her swollen lips and puckered, milky nipples about make me blow.
“I want you to cum in my mouth,” she whispers, massaging her breast while she waits for my response. This time, she catches the milk with the back of her hand, and reaches for me. My lips crawl along her skin, my tongue collecting her sweet cream as she moans her approval. I give her hand back to her, licked clean, and I nod.
“I want that, too.” With my hands still behind my head, I nod toward my jacket on the couch where my phone is stashed, my life’s information inside. “I’m clean. I actually just had a full health screening for work a few months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since then.”
She cocks a brow as she slides her hands around my cock again, jacking me slowly, almost leisurely as we talk. “You get tested for STDs as a mechanic?”
Discomfort pricks at the back of my mind. We didn’t get to the talking yet, and with my leaking dick in her hands, now isn’t the time. I smile. “We get a full health screening once a year for our benefits. I opt into all the testing.” There, that’s all true. Not for mechanics but more for board members but that information can wait.
“Well. I’m clean, too. I was tested for everything as soon as I realized I was pregnant. And I never slept with Dustin again after that.” She swallows, her fingertips moving through her already neat hair over her shoulder. “I haven’t been with anyone since I got pregnant with Jett, actually.”
Without another word of discussion, she lowers her mouth down on me again and starts doing heavenly iterations. Teasing my crown, sucking my shaft, tugging my balls—she repeats this deadly trifecta for a few minutes before my brain starts to go black.
“Beck,” I whisper, and like she knows it’s a warning, she takes me as deep as she can, one hand still wrapped around my base, the other teasing my balls.
Looking down at Beck between my spread thighs, my cock disappearing between her plump lips, her things and her scent surrounding me–I topple over the edge of self-control and my grip on control slips free.
She stills when the first shot of my orgasm leaves me, and on the second jet, she starts to swallow, moaning as she drinks my cum. My hands fall away from the back of my head and go to hers, my thumbs sweeping her cheeks proudly as she swallows my release, shot after shot.
When I’m just a twitching, sticky mess in her mouth, she lowers my still-hard cock to my belly and drags her tongue across her lips, eyes tamped down on me. “You don’t taste so bad yourself.”
She acknowledges my hands on her face by covering mine with hers, bringing them down between us. I move to put my cock back in my boxers, but she stops me, doing it herself instead.
“I can’t do the zipper or fly,” she comments, and I think it’s cute as fuck she’s trying to help me get decent. I reach for her shirt off the ground, and finding it inside out, I right it and tell her to lift her arms.