by Aly Martinez
Jesse
OH MY God, oh my God. This cannot be happening…can it? Brett has this hooded look like he wants to devour me, and my panties are soaked. I am surprised I’m not leaving a wet spot on his jeans. Oh please, don’t let it be leaving a wet spot. That would be humiliating.
Okay, Jesse. It’s time to woman up! You can do this. Deep breath! This is what you have been dreaming about for months.
“Jess?” Brett asks with slight hesitation in his voice.
Before I give myself any more time to chicken out, I lift up, cup the back of his neck, and pull him into a deep kiss. Proving to myself that I’m okay with this…whatever this may be. Pushing up on my elbows, careful not to break the kiss, I reach down to unzip my dress.
“Let me do that, gorgeous,” he breathes into my mouth.
His hands glide down over my breasts to the zipper on the side of my dress. My skin is on fire, and he can probably see the blush from my head to my toes. Brett slowly peels the top down and exposes my red lace. He traces around my hard nipples with his fingertips before reaching around to unclasp my bra. With one flick, I feel it loosen and begin to fall away.
Just before it completely exposes me, Brett pulls each side tight against my body, leaning down to catch my eyes with a questioning look. He has skills and he radiates confidence, but he’s still searching for permission. Which is something so sweet that it immediately makes me throw all caution to the wind. I lie back down, pulling my bra from his hands and tossing it off to the side of the couch, where we are still lying entwined.
Lying half naked before this jaw-dropping man should be terrifying, but the look on his face makes me feel confident, even sexy. Brett makes quick work of removing his shirt, discarding it into the rapidly growing pile of clothes on the floor. I die a little when I get my first glance at his hard body. He couldn’t be any more perfect. He’s trim but well defined. Every muscle in his shoulders ripples as he moves himself back into place over me. I can’t stop myself from reaching forward and tracing a finger over the ridges on his stomach. His skin is tan, and a small amount of hair dusts across his chest. He’s the masculine ideal, nothing like the boys I’ve been with in the past. This is a man in every sense of the word.
Brett captures my lips in a heated kiss but doesn’t deepen it. Instead, he moves to my neck, trailing wet kisses down to my chest. His descent is too slow for me. Reaching forward, I thread my fingers in his hair and arch my back, thrusting myself closer to his mouth. Surprised by my boldness, he looks up at me with a lust-filled gaze, silently begging for permission to continue. All I can do is bite my lip and nod my enthusiastic approval. He wastes no time sucking a nipple into his mouth and lightly tugging on it with his teeth. I can’t stop the moan that comes out of my mouth.
Fire immediately pools between my legs. I squeeze them together under his weight, trying to alleviate some of the tension.
He chuckles against my heated flesh. “Soon, gorgeous. I’m going to taste that sweetness soon, but I’m not done with these yet,” he says as he continues his gentle exploration of my breasts.
Every so often, he surprises me with a rough nip or tug before returning to his soft caresses. I realize that my panties began to ride down my hips at some point. I am far too filled with desire to try and remember when that happened.
I feel a rough hand slide between my legs as he lets out a low, approving moan. As he runs his first two fingers over my lace panties, I know he can feel how wet I am for him. I am tempted to be embarrassed by this, but the look on his face once again brings me back to comfort from knowing that I make him feel the exact same way.
Finally, he sits back, removing my dress, which has become twisted around my waist. His fingers trail all the way down my legs, never breaking contact, even when he has to momentarily kneel before dropping the dress to the floor. I assumed he would return to what he was doing before, but he remains on his knees, staring down at me. I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks as his eyes slide over my entire body. It embarrasses me a bit to see this sexy man looking at me this way. I’m not muscular and hard the way he is. Unable to take his surveying eyes any longer, I move to cover myself with a soft blanket he keeps draped across the back of the couch. Before I’m able to drag it over me, he pulls my hands away.
“Don’t. You’re so fucking beautiful. I want to see all of you.” He hooks his fingers in my panties, pulling them slowly down my legs. “These are hot,” he says, shoving them in his pocket and smirking at me.
“You’re not keeping my panties,” I say a little too breathily, excited about the very idea of him wanting something so personal.
“These are mine now.” His eyes sparkle with mischief, and my voice chooses this moment to not work any longer.
Still kneeling over me, Brett leans forward and places a warm, soft kiss on each breast then pushes my legs apart, settling between them. He runs his nose up the inside of my thigh, leaving goose bumps in his wake.
Suddenly, his tongue runs up my heat, causing me to almost come completely undone. He groans and runs his tongue over me again. “Jesus, Jess, you taste so fucking good. I knew you would be sweet, but I’m never going to get enough of this.” His words make me shiver.
Never has a man talked to me the way Brett does. He makes me feel comfortable and special. And, if I’m being honest, a little dirty at the same time.
He wraps his lips around my swollen bud and gently sucks it into his mouth. The sensation is too much, causing me to moan and arch into him. “Brett…” I reach down and grab his shoulders, desperately searching for something to keep me grounded.
He begins sucking and licking, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I inadvertently rake my fingernails across his back, trying to grab hold of something before I lose myself completely.
He lets out a growl, murmuring, “So fucking sexy,” against my opening. He pushes a finger inside, causing me to make a noise I don’t think any human has ever made before. His hand and mouth work me in a smooth, synchronized rhythm.
“I’m close. Please don’t stop.”
Bright lights from behind my eyelids nearly blind me as the orgasm begins to course through my body. I lift my hips off the couch, panting his name. It seems like I’m floating forever. As I come down, I feel him kissing the insides of my thighs.
“That was amazing,” is all I can get out.
“You have no idea, gorgeous.” Brett’s deep voice rumbles against my skin.
Somehow finding strength, I push up on my arms. “No really, that was…wow. Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me! That was my pleasure.” His face is heated, and I wonder if he is as worked up as I felt just a few minutes ago. I may not be very experienced in the oral department, but I can’t leave him hanging like this.
“Good. Then you won’t mind if I return the favor?” I ask shyly.
“No, babe. This is not a tit-for-tat type deal. I wanted to do that. I don’t expect anything in return.”
“Well,” I start, trying to dredge up some courage, “maybe I want to do this.”
I quickly move on top of him. I can see the bulge under his zipper. I swallow nervously while giving myself a mental pep talk. I’m scared I’m not going to do this right, but I would be stupid to pass up this chance with Brett.
I begin to sink between his legs, but he stops me by pulling me to my feet. “I don’t want you on your knees, babe. Come on. Let’s go to my room.”
He grabs the blanket off his couch and pulls it around me. He scoops up my discarded clothes and leads me to his room. As soon as we reach his bed, he plucks the blanket away from my naked body.
“Now where were we?” He winks at me and pulls me onto the bed on top of him.
I, once again, slide down his body and settle between his legs. I take my time to really study him. He’s an undeniably beautiful man, but I can see a few faint scars across his chest that remind me that he’s no more perfect that I am.
I snap out of my t
houghts as I hear him chuckle. “See something you like?”
Actually, I see a lot I like, but I’m not about to tell him that. I just blush and awkwardly look away.
“Don’t do that, babe. Don’t get embarrassed and hide your pretty face,” he says quietly.
That’s easy for him to say. What does he have to be insecure about? A few scars on his chest? He’s so sexy that women probably throw themselves at him daily. What the heck does he want with a girl like me?
I have no idea what I’m doing here. Sure, I’ve gone down on a guy a few times before, but only one other guy. I’m definitely not as skilled as Brett. Here I am, talking myself out of being with him. He wants me, and he just showed me how much. It’s time for me to step it up and show him how much I want him as well. No more stalling—I’m doing this.
I lean forward and begin kissing down his stomach. I can only hope what I’m about to do for him will make him feel even half of the way he made me feel. When my mouth reaches the button of his jeans, I peek up at him through my lashes.
“Go ahead, Jess. You don’t have to ask for permission. Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. I enjoyed making you come. No payback is needed.”
GAH! The things this man says to me. Suddenly, I can feel the heat between my legs again. I undo the button of his jeans and slide the zipper down. Lifting his hips, he makes it easier for me to pull them down his toned legs. I toss them aside, but I can’t take my eyes off the tight boxer briefs. They hug his sculpted body and his very large, very obvious arousal. I swallow but hesitate for only a moment. I don’t want him to think I am doing this out of obligation. I’m doing this for the best reason of all—because I want to.
I slide his boxers down his legs and his hard-on bobs, lightly slapping his stomach when I release it. Oh my God, is it possible for a man to have a beautiful penis? Because I can find no other words to describe it. I never really thought about a man in that way before, but Brett is no ordinary man.
I bend down and pepper light kisses over his abdomen. I can’t help but smile when his muscles tense beneath me. With a quick breath, he relaxes back on the bed, placing his hands under his head so he can see me. Slowly moving down towards his hard-on and mimicking Brett’s earlier move, I kiss the insides of this thighs. I’m rewarded with a softly whispered curse word.
Letting the saliva pool in my mouth, I run my tongue up his length and wrap my lips around the tip. He lets out a groan, and it gives me all the encouragement I need. I wrap my other hand around the base of his shaft and slowly take him inside my mouth. When I feel him hit the back of my throat, I pull back slowly. Adjusting my hand so it’s wrapped where my mouth stops, I bob my head up and down a few times to get him nice and wet.
“Fuck, Jess. You feel so good.” Hearing his words gives me even more confidence.
I start sucking him into my mouth faster and work my slick hand up and down his shaft. The moans I hear coming from Brett must mean that I’m doing something right. I decide to press my luck and try a little trick Kara has told me about a million times. Tentatively, I reach down and stroke his balls, never slowing my relentless rhythm up top.
“Fuck…Jess.” His voice is deep and gritty. “Gorgeous, if you do that one more time, I’m going to come in that hot little mouth of yours, and I’m really trying to be a gentleman here.”
Of course, I continue. If anything, I quicken my pace, sliding him in and out of my mouth faster. I don’t stop my hand. He made me go wild under his touch. I want to do the same for him.
I feel his muscles go taut before he says, “Damn it, Jess. I’m going to come…”
Suddenly, he pulls himself out of my mouth with a loud pop and grips himself. Running his hand up and down his shaft, come spurts onto his stomach. I can’t help but feel disappointed as I watch him finish himself off. Feeling vulnerable, I back away just a bit.
I have no idea why he did that. He got to feel me come against his mouth, and as worried as I was when I started this, I was looking forward to giving him that too. Did I do something wrong? Was I not doing it right? The sounds he made were definitely those of a man enjoying himself. Oh, God. It sucked and he was just trying to make me feel better by saying those things to me.
Feeling like a failure, I subtly try to cover myself, but it’s no use. I sit between this handsome man’s legs, humiliated, watching as the last of his orgasm leaves him sated and smiling. Too bad there’s no smile on my face.
Brett
I COME down from the most amazing high I’ve ever felt. I never expected anything so bold and sexy from Jesse. She is always so timid and nervous. Even when she started, I thought I was going to have to coach her though how to give a proper blowjob. But the moment her lips wrapped around my dick, I knew she had it under control. I’ve never come harder, or quicker, in my life. I could blame it on my years without a woman, but I think it has more to do with Jess than I’m even willing to admit right now. I didn’t think she would be so enthusiastic—or possibly even willing to do it at all—but I’m quickly learning to never underestimate this woman.
I feel her move from between my legs, but I’m nowhere near done with her. I reach out to grab her. I need to clean up, so this party is officially moving to the shower. I grab her hips before she can roll off the bed.
“Oh, I’m not finished with you. Where are you going?”
“It’s really late,” she says quietly, all the confidence gone from her voice.
Shit. I’m hoping she’s just a little awkward after the fact, so I go with what I know best—flirty humor.
“Did you use me for my body?” I tease.
When her head snaps up to my eyes, I can tell that was the wrong move. The hurt and embarrassment are written all over her face, which makes my heart sink and, honestly, thoroughly baffles me.
“Jesus, Jess. Are you all right? What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Even before she can answer, my mind flies to all the possible answers. Did I push her too far? I wasn’t expecting anything from her tonight. She was more than a willing participant in that. Or at least that’s what it felt like.
“It’s just… I’m just… I don’t know.”
“No way. We just spent the last hour getting to know each other intimately. You’re not locking up on me now. Talk to me.”
She lets out a resigned breath before answering. At least she’s rational. “Why did you stop me?”
“Stop you? I didn’t stop you?”
“You pulled away from me just before you, um…finished,” she says, glancing down to my stomach, reminding me that I’m chatting while still covered in come. Wonderful.
I stand up and head into the bathroom. I grab a washcloth and quickly clean myself off. When I walk back into the room, she’s already half dressed.
“What are you doing?” I knew she was bothered by something, but I didn’t expect her to be bolting out the door already. “You aren’t going anywhere until you sit and talk to me. This is crazy, Jess. You aren’t running out of here after what we just did.”
“You’re you, Brett. And I’m just inexperienced little Jesse Addison.” She stops talking as if she just explained it all.
“What does that even mean? I’m sorry, but you are going have to stop talking in code and just tell me what’s going on here. I’m obviously not following the bouncing ball.” I can see the gears turning in her mind. She has some sort of internal debate going on, and it almost worries me.
“I didn’t realize I was doing a bad job when I was, um, doing that to you. It’s just that I’ve not done that a whole lot, and I just… You made some noises, so I thought I was doing a good job. Maybe next time you could tell me what you like. I mean, if there is a next time. I understand if there isn’t though. I’m sorry you had to, you know, finish it yourself. I could probably get better,” she rambles out as fast as she can.
It may make me an asshole, but when I see this beautiful woman standing in a bra and panties and acting self-conscious afte
r giving the best head I’ve ever had, it causes my eyes to go wide and a smile to spread across my face. I mean, she’s upset that I didn’t come in her mouth. This might be the best conversation I have ever had in my life.
“No,” I answer shortly. I know I must be grinning like a madman, because I can see her eyes narrow at me.
I love the way she goes from shy to pissed with only one smirk from me. If I ever do break this conservative woman out of her shell, she is going to be quite the handful. That thought only makes my smile widen. Cause and effect, pissing her off more. We stand staring at each other. Arguing with no words. It’s an evil stare down, my humor versus her insecurities, but I need to wave the white flag before lightning bolts shoot from her eyes.
“You are absolutely, one hundred percent not allowed to get any better at sucking my dick.”
Her cheeks flash pink and her eyes widen at my dirty words. I purposely try to poke the beast a little more. I love seeing her mad. It’s adorable and a little terrifying too. But most importantly, it’s sexy as hell.
“Gorgeous, you’ve had me in your mouth once. I’m already half tempted to quit my job and lock us both in this apartment for the rest of our lives. We can survive solely on protein shakes, beer, and Chinese takeout. So no, you are not allowed to get any better. If you do, it might convince the other half of my brain to follow through with that ridiculous plan.”
I walk over and pull the dress she’s holding in front of her out of her hand. “I’m honestly a little afraid for you, Jess. If your mouth was any preview of how it’s going to be when I get inside you, there is a very good chance you may never see the light of day again.”
I reach down, dipping my finger into the top of her bra, brushing against her nipple. “Did you want me to come in your mouth?” I look down to find, just as I hoped, all anger and embarrassment erased from her face. All that’s left is pure heated desire.