by Lynn Carmer
“Oh! Oh, that… yes! Feels so good.” She laid back down and latched a hand onto his hair, holding on for dear life. He kept going, refusing to take in air, anything to keep turning her on.
Finally, when he had to breathe or else pass out, he looked up and the sight had him pumping his cock harder. She was studying him, her plump lips moist and red from her white teeth tugging on them, her chest pumping up and down, straining against her shirt. “Again?” He knew what he was asking, and so did she.
“B-but … the class … I …?”
He grinned a knowing smile. “I got that all figured out, Betty.” He nuzzled her again, letting his cheek and chin press between her legs. “You just have to say yes. Do you want more? Do you want me to make you come?” He pulled back and waited. Every muscle in his body tense, in anticipation of her response. If they ever had a chance beyond today, a glimmer of hope, she needed to tell him she wanted this. Wanted him.
“Oh God, yes, Dare. Please. I want it so bad, but—”
He didn’t give her a chance to finish. In seconds, he pulled his jeans the rest of the way off, and was laying back down on the bed, while pulling her over him.
Her soft hair surrounded him and he could feel her wet core against his cock, through her pajama shorts. He wanted to kiss her again, almost gave into the urge when she saw him eyeing his lips.
Then she started to yelp as he pressed her down against his hard core. “Hey. You said—”
“Trust, remember? All I’m going to do is kiss you.”
“Promise?” she said on a soft sigh, sinking further down on top of him. He groaned and fought the urge to push her shorts to the side and enter her in one thrust.
“Promise.” He prayed he had the resolve to resist her and keep his promise.
“O-okay.”
He flipped her around, until they were head to foot, her soft core right above his mouth with her face positioned inches from his aching cock. “We are going to kiss each other, Betty.”
“Oh, Goldie. You’re smarter than you look,” she said on a soft chuckle, and he felt her mouth take a swipe at his beading head. “And you taste good, too.”
He almost, almost lost it. Hooking one finger under the opening of her shorts, he pulled her satiny white panties to the side and studied her dewy lips. “Beautiful,” he breathed as his head raised off the bed, his tongue relentless as he located her pulsing clit.
“Dare!” Her shout confirmed he had the right spot.
Her small hand started a slow glide up and down his dick, with her tight mouth enveloping him, frantically licking his balls, his head, his length. Her fervor jacked him up, made him want to see her come, to feel her dissolve in his arms. He had waited too many hours, days—hell, years to feel her come apart. His tongue became slick with her juices and he reveled in it, craved more.
“Yes, Dare, Yes. I’m going to… Right there. Oh, please! Yes! I’m coming. I—” Her words were whispered as her body stiffened. He thrust his tongue up her channel, feeling her tight muscles contract around him, his hips thrusting forward, desperate for release.
He rode her clit, anything to extend the orgasm, to make it last forever. Feeling her release was one of the sexiest events in his life.
She collapsed against him, her mouth having slipped off his dick, and her hand limp by her side. He spun her around and cradled her against his chest. She didn’t pull back, only burrowed in deep. The action made his heart pump harder, the feeling better than any orgasm in the world.
She ran a lazy hand against his chest, her cheek grazing his neck and chin as she—
Suddenly she slapped a hand against his chest and sat up. Her first glance was for his dick, which was still saluting her. Her gaze jumped to his. “You didn’t come?”
“Nope. No worries.”
“I’m sorry.” She pushed a wealth of hair out of her face. “Guess, I was a little selfish toward the end. In my defense, you distracted me.”
He laughed, suddenly feeling free even as the pressure in his cock escalated. “My pleasure.”
She started to slide off the bed, and his arms felt heavy. He knew he had no right to hold onto her, to pull her back. “Where you going?”
“Going? Where would I go?” Her eyes jumped with joy and for the first time since he’d seen her she looked lighter, happy.
He ran a hand against his tight chest, knowing he had done that for her. “Am I going, then?”
“Oh no, Goldie. We’re only getting started. I owe you an orgasm and I’m ready to repay.” He looked up with eyebrows raised. Caelen was straddling his legs and, oh so slowly, pulling her bunched shirt the rest of the way off. Her luscious breasts bounced with the motion, and her peach nipples puckered in the cold. The sight just about fried his brain.
Until her next words. “If this is my last chance, I’m going to make it count.” They hit him like a bucket of ice water to the groin. Last chance? The connection, the warm feelings, it was all one-sided. His heart sank. She was still thinking this was only temporary.
*
THE NEXT TECHNIQUE: taking Dare with her breasts. Technically, it wasn’t a blowjob but she couldn’t imagine her students wouldn’t appreciate the feedback. And damn, ever since she read about it online, she’d been dying to give it a try. “I can’t wait, Goldie.”
Dare’s body locked up, his shoulders bunching, and his hands falling away from her thighs. Just a second before, he’d been holding tight, his eyes blazing with need. Now, he wouldn’t even look her in the eye. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got an early day tomorrow.”
“What do you mean?”
“You got what you needed. I upheld my end of the bargain. Now, I’m done.”
“Done?” His monotone delivery should have made her feel self-conscious, but she still had enough of an afterglow to stop herself from covering her breasts. She felt so damn good and now Dare was ruining it. As usual. “You’re telling me, you’re going to turn down a perfectly good blowjob?”
“Yeah, I am.” He blew out a breath and ran two hands through his hair, appearing completely frustrated. Then he sat up and frowned at her. “I changed my mind. I’m just not that into it right now.”
Caelen and Dare simultaneously looked down at his dick, a dick that was so hard and straining, he could have cut glass with it. Caelen’s eyebrows inched so high, they almost kissed her hair line. “I don’t think your dick agrees.”
She knew Dare still wanted her. There was no doubt in her mind, so she drew from that knowledge and somehow got the courage to lean forward and slowly blow against his sensitive head.
He moaned and flopped back against the bed.
Aha! She’d been right. He was still totally into it. Because he’d been so generous and he’d treated her so well, she didn’t mind working for it. Didn’t mind showering him with the affection and attention he’d given her. And she wanted the taste of him, the sense of closeness and rightness she felt when she gave him pleasure. She craved it so bad that she might be willing to beg for it. Yes, she would be willing to do all of those things except analyze why it had all become so important for her.
That would be left for another day.
She wanted to enjoy this time. Enjoy his warm skin and hard hands. She wanted to see his face when she made him come so hard his eyes rolled back in his head. She giggled softly as his head shot off the bed to frown at her, again. “What?” he asked with clenched teeth.
No need to explain she’d been imaging him come. “Please, Dare?” She leaned forward, allowing her breasts to brush his length. “I still have a few techniques I really want to try out.”
His eyes got round, as he studied the slow motion glide of her plump breasts, back and forth, back and forth against his cock. Then he grimaced and muttered so quickly, she didn’t think he’d meant her to hear, “Suck it up, Guinea pig. It’s all about the techniques.”
Caelen pulled up short. Is that why he was feeling upset? Had she made him feel like she’d been using him
? Which she had. Which he agreed to. But still, she never wanted him to feel that way. Yeah, she definitely needed to do some making up. Dare, despite his smart mouth and cocky grin, had taken care of her from beginning to end in this process.
And she hadn’t lied. If this was her last chance, then it would be all about him. Her body still sang from his talented lips. She wanted, needed, to make him feel that good. Luckily, his cock still looked like it felt just fine, because it was still as hard and long as a stripper pole.
Caelen cleared her throat. “Dare. You can leave if you want to.”
“I know that!” he said as surly as a hungry bear, but thankfully he didn’t move away.
“Can I just tell you why I want you to stay? Tell you how sexy you are? How I think about you during the day, when we’re not together.”
His eyes snapped toward her, and some of the fire she’d been craving was back. Banked but still smoldering behind his eyes.
“I was looking up some,” she made sure not to use the word technique again, “things that I wanted to do, on the Internet.” She ran her hands up and down his thighs. “I saw a picture of a woman and a man. His cock was right here,” she ran a few fingers between her breasts, “and I wanted, I hoped—”
He swallowed, his eyes narrowing. “You want to do that to me?”
She nodded and a rush of heat bathed her, right between her legs. She was getting turned on again, so she squeezed her breasts and brought them closer to him. “Will you let me try it? I want to know how it feels.”
“Caelen, I—”
“Please, Dare. I want to feel you.”
He sat up on his elbows, still resistant. He cupped the back of her neck and gazed into her eyes for a long time. “Damn, you really want to do this, don’t you?” he whispered softly to himself. His features hardened and he seemed to make a decision. “Only if you kiss me.”
She grinned, not disappointed. Neither of them ever seemed to give in without some sort of negotiation. Happily, she grasped his face and he moved forward before she could think. Instead of the intense, fast kiss she’d expected, he took his time, working his full lips, consuming her from the inside out. When he pulled back, she kept her eyes shut for a few seconds, savoring his taste. “Now?” she breathed, so turned on she could hardly breathe.
“Hell yes. Do it now.” Gone was the hesitation and back was the control freak from earlier. Caelen didn’t mind. As long as she got what she wanted in the end, his hard dick.
“Don’t you want to hear what else I want to do?”
His hand went to his cock again, and she let him touch himself until she was ready. He watched as she squeezed her breasts together, right over his pulsing member. He popped back on one elbow. “Tell me while you do it.”
“Okay, hold on,” She hopped of the bed and rifled around in her nightstand drawer. “There was a long list of suggestions and lube was at the top of the list. I found some kiwi-strawberry in the trunk …”
“Caelen …”
“Sorry.” She was rambling. Eager to get started, she spread the pink goo all over her hands and rubbed around and in between her breasts. She groaned long and low, so ready for him. He positioned his dick so she could reach forward and pillow it with her round breasts. His breath caught as she squeezed them first with her biceps, and once friction started to create mini goose bumps up and down her chest, she switched to her hands. She wanted it harder, pushed on either side of her breasts until he shouted out in pleasure.
Or was that her?
“Baby, you’re so sexy.”
“Do you like it?”
“You’re supposed,” he started to thrust his hips forward, obviously needing more, “to tell me what else you want to do.”
“I want to see if you like my teeth on you.”
“What? I don’t—”
She swooped down and noticed the look of terror on his face seconds too late. She had her teeth bared, only planning on lightly scraping him, when he started to scoot back. He couldn’t quite escape her mouth, so he tangled his hand in her hair. She moaned, and he barked out a, hell no. Finally, Caelen came up for air after he refused to let her give it a try.
“I’ll be gentle, I just wanted to try it out. Some men love it.”
He growled. “No. Teeth.”
Was it the mention of other men? No. It was definitely the teeth. “Okay, okay. Sheesh.”
He looked so tense she felt sorry for him and decided he still needed a little attention. “I’m really sorry. This is all about you. No teeth, I promise.”
“Damn, straight. That’s a big fear. Nightmare-sized fear.”
“Big fear. Got it,” she said as she started peppering kisses along his semi erect penis. The teeth thing had affected him so deeply that he’d actually gone soft, which inspired her. She had always wanted to try the … “Soft Serve.”
“What?” he said hesitantly, his hand still tangled in her hair.
“You trust me?” She smiled, aware she was throwing his own words back at him.
He hesitated only a second, and then pulled his hand from her hair. “Always. As long as we agree on no teeth.”
She nodded her confirmation, so he settled back down, still watching her every move. She engulfed him, placing his entire penis in her mouth. Softly, she suckled him, undulating her tongue against his. The feel of him growing and hardening inside of her was amazing. It reminded her of how he might feel inside other places.
Soon, he was too big to fit, so she moved onto the next technique. True to her word, she announced, “The Criss Cross.”
“Yes.” Dare said, and by his expression, he was too turned on to ask questions. His hands were touching her everywhere, as if he couldn’t help himself. Still, he watched.
Instead of bothering with an explanation, she placed two hands on his dick and began to squeeze and turn them in opposite directions. Then she placed her mouth over his head and sucked her cheeks hollow.
“So good. That one. So good.” He groaned and fell back on the bed. His hands clutched the sheet and his face screwed up in need.
Caelen loved this one, loved the effect it was having on Dare. So she kept going and going, relentlessly, around and around.
Dare’s hand latched onto her hair, and she marveled that even though it was firm, he was always gentle, even in the throes of passion. “Nothing has ever felt so good in my life.”
So Caelen kept at it, allowing Dare to buck his hips, taking him in deeper and inching her hands down to give him anything he needed. He was mumbling, saying incoherent words and phrases that Caelen didn’t bother to pay attention to, until she felt a firm tug.
“Caelen, something’s wrong,” he said as he urged her on. “Feels so good, but I can’t come. I can’t…”
Finally, his words penetrated her lust-haze. She knew exactly what was wrong. He’d had so many orgasms in the last few days, his poor dick was on overload. All the starts and stops had thrown him off balance. It just meant that when he did finish, it would probably be the best orgasm of his life.
She could give him the best orgasm of his life. The idea of it was… heady. She was so turned on, she would have to appreciate her punny-ness, another time.
Power sang in her veins, making her feel brave and strong. This would be the perfect opportunity to try the Ice Cream with a Cherry on Top, but would Dare go for it? Some guys were really sensitive about the “cherry” part of the technique. No way she’d give him the heads up. Instead, she would keep her promise, no teeth. As for the rest, he said he trusted her, and she believed him. “Shh. It’s okay. I know what to do.”
She removed her hands and he groaned. Sitting up, wild-eyed he said, “Don’t stop!”
“I won’t. This is going to be so good, Goldie. I promise.”
“Yes! Fuck yes! Yes! I need it. Need you,” he mumbled as his head fell back on the bed, one leg bent, his hips grinding high.
She started slow, just giving a balls-to-tip stroke to his dick. Yum. So long a
nd wide. Then she slowly massaged and tugged at his balls, his grunt an affirmation of pleasure. Hesitantly, one finger travelled beyond, under him to the smooth skin between his balls and his anus. Slowly and methodically, she massaged his taint.
’Tain’t this and ’tain’t that…
He jacked up straight. “Caelen.”
He shushed him and concentrated on that area, not moving an inch more. He leaned in and pulled her up by the shoulders, kissing her, hard and fast, with teeth bumping and lips meshing. Here goes nothing. She pulled back from his kiss, latched onto his cock with her mouth, and took a mental deep breath. She suckled him, her cheeks hollowed, with every ounce of passion she had. Her hand inched past his sack, penetrating his anus just beyond the puckered rim, with her forefinger.
“Oh, fuck!” Dare bolted up, knocking her off balance as he shouted to the heavens. In her hand, she felt his cock convulse, stream after stream of his semen soaking her chest, her hand, his chest. As he came, he kissed her again, including her in the amazing experience, enveloping her in his warm arms.
After a few minutes, she asked with a lazy smile, “You ready to get started on that feedback?”
His arms tightened around her. “Don’t know if I’ll ever be able to talk about that,” he said with a rusty laugh. “That was… It was…” Not able to complete the thought, he finished with, “Thank you, Betty.”
His quiet words touched her to the core. So, they cuddled up. After a few minutes, Dare pulled back, readying to leave for the night. Caelen held tight. She wouldn’t—No, couldn’t let go. When he finally settled back in bed, holding her even tighter, she let out a long held breath, as he threw the comforter over both of them.
He held her the rest of the night.
Chapter 27
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D-DAY
CAELEN’S EYES POPPED open, and before she took her first breath, the memories of the night before flashed in Technicolor brilliance in her mind’s eye. There was no confusion, no excuses, no hazy dreamland that would allow her to pretend she hadn’t let Dare have his wicked way.