by Sam Mariano
I don’t know what to expect from my first blow job, but I don’t expect to be as into it as I am. Once I figure out a good rhythm and the things Hunter seems to like, sucking his cock starts to turn me on.
I’m pumping his cock, kissing and sucking on it, when he tells me, “If you want me to fuck you right now, you’d better stop.”
I pop off, but only so I can shake my head at him. “Come down my throat.’
Hunter stares at me like he’s never seen me before in his life.
I flash him a smile, then I take him back into my mouth and labor over his cock until he’s ready to come. His whole body tenses. He’s rigid, his muscles jerking as I increase the suction and move my head faster, running my tongue around him as I do.
“Fuck, Riley.”
I can hear how squirmy he is. I love it. I can’t really smile when I’m doing this, but I want to.
I suck harder, then moan a little to see if that helps things.
It sure does.
Hunter groans loudly, his hips coming up off the couch as he tries to shove himself deeper into my mouth. I can’t take him that deep, but I try to relax my throat. My eyes water, but I keep my lips sealed around him tightly as he shoots his release down my throat like I invited him to.
He’s breathing hard, but his body is finally relaxed. I keep my lips sealed around him as I pull back to ensure I don’t make a mess, then I pop off and swallow what’s left of his cum.
“Christ,” Hunter says, absently resting an arm across his forehead.
Uncharacteristically, I don’t really know what to say. I’ve never been in this situation before. We’ve had sex, so I’ve learned a little post-coital etiquette, but post blow job etiquette? Nope.
I curl my legs up behind me and stay where I am with his legs tangled around me while I wait for him to recover.
“Have you done that before?” he asks after a minute.
“Of course not.”
“Are you sure?”
I smile. “I think I’d remember.”
“Fuck. Well, you’re a quick learner,” he informs me.
I beam, feeling like I got an A+ on a test I forgot to study for. “Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs, still with his eyes closed. “Didn’t take you for a swallower.”
It never occurred to me there was another option, really. Where else is it going to go if he’s not going to fuck me after?
I look away from him, turning my attention to the huge movie screen on the wall. “What should we watch?”
Hunter looks at me, then chuckles. “Give me a minute, okay? I’m still seeing God over here.”
“Ooh, I like that. If you have any tips for improvement, though, let me know. I can’t get better without practice and feedback.”
“Your feedback is: you can practice on me anytime you like. Also, I really, really love you. You’re my favorite nerd in the world, and I’m so glad you’re mine.”
“Aww, thank you. I must have done a good job,” I tease.
He smiles, shaking his head at me. “You sure did.”
Chapter Forty Eight
Riley
Once Hunter recovers from “having his soul sucked out of his body,” as he referred to it, we settle in on the couch and watch a movie together.
He wasn’t feeling very inspired to pick one, so he told me to put on my favorite movie and we’d watch that.
When Ever After comes on the screen, he looks over at me. “Not Princess Bride?”
I shake my head. “I like The Princess Bride, but Ever After is my all-time favorite movie.”
“I’ve never seen it,” he says, looking back at the screen.
“Ooh.” I twine our fingers together and give his hand a squeeze. “You’re in for a treat. It’s a love story, but I actually think you’ll really like it. It reminds me a little bit of us.”
“Oh yeah?”
I nod, then rest my head on his shoulder.
He cuddles me closer and I sigh with contentment.
Since he’s sated, I expect him to let me watch the movie in peace, but we’re only about halfway through when he starts to distract me.
It begins slowly and subtly. We were holding hands, but he unlocks our fingers and slides a slow hand along the inside of my bare thigh.
Since we’re not wearing any clothes, I’m hyper aware of his fingertips trailing lightly, higher and higher up my thigh. I become more aware of every sensation, even the breaths I’m taking. They feel thicker, heavier. It’s harder to pull air into my lungs than it should be.
His fingers glide along my inner thigh, playing at harmless innocence. They’re not here to cause any trouble, they’re just exploring.
Sure they are.
I steal a look over at him, but his gaze is on the screen.
I look back at it and try to concentrate on the movie, but all I can really focus on is his touch.
His fingers continue their slow exploration for a while. I’m almost convinced he really doesn’t mean to escalate things.
Then he strokes my thigh, and his fingertips brush my entrance ever so slightly.
I gasp at the lightness of his touch, at the pleasurable tingle it sends through me.
My heart begins to race. He keeps caressing my thigh, but now his fingertips graze my pussy every few strokes. It’s just irregular enough that I don’t know when to expect it, so my body starts to react as if trained, tensing with every stroke, anticipating his light, dizzying touch.
We’re both still pretending to watch the movie, but personally, I haven’t the vaguest idea what’s happening on the screen. I’m too consumed with the little hits of pleasure I get when he teases me with that light touch on such a sensitive part of my body.
I expect him to escalate things. To push the blunt end of his long finger inside me.
I want him to. But he doesn’t.
Instead, he tortures me with that light, lovely touch.
I grow restless, overly stimulated, but at the same time not stimulated enough. I need more. I need him inside me. I’m practically climbing off the couch, but he’s still touching me in that soft, measured way of his.
“Hunter,” I finally say, giving up.
He looks over at me, his eyes even darker than usual. The liquid heat in his brown eyes turns my desire even more molten.
With the grace of a panther going after its prey, Hunter moves off the couch and drops onto the floor at my feet.
Shamelessly, I let him spread my legs open. He positions them where he wants them, with my heels on the edge of the couch. I flush, literally on display for him.
His hot gaze moves between my legs. I could die while he looks at my pussy spread open for him, but my agony only lasts a moment.
He leans in, using his thumbs to spread me even more, and then his head dips and his beautiful mouth locks onto my pussy.
I cry out, throwing my head back against the couch.
I’m so wound up from all the foreplay, I’m surprised I don’t come at the first touch of his tongue, but it still only takes a few strokes until I’m crying out with pleasure, bucking my hips against his face.
Hunter grabs my hips and locks on, keeping his mouth on me until I can’t take it anymore and I literally beg him to stop.
Limp and sated, I let my legs drop and lay motionless against the couch, trying to catch my breath.
Hunter takes his seat on the couch, but he turns and stretches his legs out, then pulls me between them and wraps his arms around me.
I sigh, closing my eyes and sinking back against him.
I do love this movie, but I don’t care about watching it right now. I just want to soak up the feeling of Hunter holding me naked in his arms.
When the strength comes back to my lazy muscles and my heart is no longer racing, Hunter absently starts to play with my bare breast. “I won the game, by the way.”
I roll my eyes, letting my head fall back so I can look up at him. “What are you talking about? We quit playin
g.”
“Nope. The objective was to make you come before you finished the dishes using any means necessary. I never said the game ended if we left the room. You let me haul you out of the kitchen, so you definitely made it easier for me to win, but the game didn’t end until you came or the dishes were done. I won. I just took my prize before I won.”
“Sounds about right,” I mutter, but I can’t find it in me to complain about his victory.
Hunter chuckles and lets go of my boob, tightening his arms around my waist.
I smile and relax against him, and finally, we finish watching the movie.
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It’s not that late when the movie ends, but since we both had school this morning, it has been a long day.
Hunter tells me to go get in bed and he’ll run downstairs and grab my things. I’m feeling as lazy as a sleepy kitten, so I do as he says.
I’m curled up under the blankets in the dark when his bedroom door opens. I can see his beautiful body bathed in moonlight as he hauls my bags in.
“You’re the sexiest bell boy ever,” I tease.
He smirks, dropping my bags and approaching the bed. “Bell boy, huh?”
I nod mischievously.
“Well, if I’m the bell boy, I’ll be expecting a tip.”
Clutching my heart and gasping playfully, I tell him, “Oh my, I don’t have any cash on me…”
Hunter gets on the bed and climbs right on top of me, even though I’m buried under blankets. “Then I guess you’ll have to find some other way of paying.”
“Mm, I guess I will,” I murmur, my arms naturally winding around his neck as he leans down to kiss me.
Hunter’s hands go to roam my body. When he remembers I have a blanket covering me, he rips it back and climbs under it with me so our skin can touch.
I sigh with pleasure as he starts to kiss my neck. I love feeling him on top of me, skin to skin. I push my fingers through his hair, closing my eyes and tilting my neck so he can drop kisses everywhere he wants to.
My blood starts to heat as he kisses my neck, desire for him building as I feel all of his hard places against all of my soft ones.
The way he styles his hair, I don’t see his scar very often, but since I’m playing with his hair now, I have it pushed back and I catch a little glimpse.
It’s right at that moment Hunter pulls back to look down at me, but whatever he meant to say dies on his lips.
His pleasure ebbs, replaced by fierce concern. “Why do you look sad?”
I attempt a smile and shake my head. “I’m not sad.”
He frowns, not seeming to believe me.
If the rougher sex I didn’t entirely want hadn’t happened after Sherlock kissed me, maybe Hunter would accept that and keep going now.
Since it did, he doesn’t.
He climbs off me and lies down on the bed beside me.
I feel bad that he stopped when I didn’t even want him to, but I don’t argue. Instead, I curl up close as he settles an arm around me.
“Did I do something?” he asks.
“No,” I assure him, splaying my hand over his heart. I press a kiss to the pectoral I can reach. “I love when you’re on top of me. I love when you kiss me.”
“Then what...?”
“It was nothing you did. I was playing with your hair, and I…”
I don’t really know how to explain the wisps of sadness that snuck into my heart when I saw that reminder of when someone had hurt him.
Instead, I reach up and push back his hair, gazing again at the scar on the right side of his head, up near his temple. Sighing, I run my thumb across the damaged skin, as if my touch can heal the scar and every bit of pain he ever felt from it—and the events that led to it.
“You don’t have to sigh,” Hunter says.
“It makes me sad.”
“That?” He sounds surprised. “It shouldn’t,” he says easily. “Doesn’t make me sad.”
I shift my gaze to him, only tenuously believing him. “No?”
He shakes his head. “I wasn’t lying when I said it makes me think of you.” He reaches up and touches a finger to it. “When I catch a glimpse of this scar in the mirror, I don’t think about Dennis knocking me out or my mom not bothering to call for help. I think about coming to your house afterward. I think about you taking care of me.” His lips tug up with remembered affection. “I think about how sweet you were, how pretty you looked in the moonlight. I think about kissing you for the first time.”
My heart gives, trying to push its way out of my chest so it can jump into the palm of his hand.
Since we’re naked in bed together, I don’t hesitate to lean over and give him a soft, sweet kiss on the lips.
As soon as I do, Hunter reaches a hand up and cradles the back of my head in his palm. His fingers slide through my hair so he can get a better grip on me. Once he has more control of my movements, he deepens the kiss, unleashing a swarm of butterflies in my tummy.
I wonder if I’ll always feel butterflies when he kisses me.
I suppose I can’t know the answer to that question, but I can certainly feel the relentless flutter of their gossamer wings as he kisses me now.
Hunter pulls me on top of him, shifting his body until I’m straddling him, but we never break our kiss.
Not even when he reaches down and guides his cock to my entrance.
I know he didn’t put on a condom. I know I should stop and tell him to. But I just want him inside of me. Hell, I don’t even want the thin barrier between us, and the birth control is probably working by now. We can probably risk it.
I know we shouldn’t, but it doesn’t stop me from lowering myself onto his cock slowly, kissing him more feverishly with every inch I take.
Once he’s fully inside me, I can feel my pussy throbbing around him like a heartbeat.
I break the kiss, but keep my eyes closed for a few more seconds. I press my forehead against his, then slowly lift my hips.
He fills me so full, I can feel him against my walls as I slowly lift my hips, then sink down onto his hard length again. I release a big breath, then I do it again, and again.
Hunter’s hands drop to my hips. His grip tightens, then he lifts me and starts to guide my movements, showing me how he wants me to fuck him.
This position feels so fucking good.
I can’t breathe properly. What I’m doing is more like panting as I ride his cock.
My movements become more frantic, my heartbeat frenzied. I grab onto his muscular shoulders and grind harder as I come down on his hard length.
God.
Pleasure is just on the horizon. I can taste it. My fingers dig into his skin as I grip his shoulders tighter and ride him harder. Tension builds inside me. My eyes close.
I grind harder, needing the friction, needing it so bad.
I cry out with abandon when I get there, grinding against him and whimpering before all the strength goes out of me.
Breathing hard, I collapse on top of him. Hunter wraps his arms around my limp body and kisses the side of my head.
I came that time, but he didn’t.
“I want you to come,” I murmur, though I have no strength to help him out with that.
Chuckling, he continues to run his fingertips along my bare back. “Oh, don’t worry. I will.”
“My muscles have melted.”
“It’s okay.”
“You can fuck me like a ragdoll, if you’re into that. Do whatever you want, I won’t complain.”
Hunter sighs, his cock jumping while he’s still inside me. “Why do you have to say things like that?”
“I’m just very relaxed right now, but I still want you to come. I’m trying to come up with a suitable solution.”
“I love you.”
I smile, my heart filling up with affection for him. “I love you, too.”
Since he said that so tenderly, I’m unprepared a moment later when he flips me on my back, hikes up my legs, and looms ove
r me as he repositions himself between my thighs.
Even though I’m perfectly satisfied, I feel a twinge of excitement when I look up at him. Then he shoves into me and I arch against the mattress, throwing my head back into the pillow. “Fuck.”
“Ragdolls don’t talk,” he tells me, reaching to palm one of my breasts. He pulls his hips back, then drives into me even harder. “They just lie there and get fucked.”
Arousal pools low in my gut, throbs between my thighs. For some reason, I kinda like being talked to that way.
I like what he’s doing, too, so I don’t say a word, I just lie there and get fucked.
For a while, that works.
But then I feel myself impossibly building to another climax. Hunter is slamming into me, gripping my hips hard. The friction is delicious.
“Hunter,” I say on a gasp as he drives into me so deep, I feel it in my guts.
He looks down at me, noting my breathlessness, the flush of my face. “You want to come again, baby?”
I nod my head.
He reaches a hand out and caresses my face. “Ask nicely.”
Arousal tightens my stomach muscles again. “Please. Please, Hunter, I want to come again.”
He smiles, satisfied, but then he stops fucking me.
I’m disappointed, but only until he lightly smacks my ass and tells me to get on my hands and knees.
I roll over and push myself up into position.
I feel Hunter behind me. His hands are rough on my ass as he rubs and squeezes my flesh, then he spreads me apart.
My heart drops. He’s not going to fuck me there, right?
My heart is still skittering at the possibility when, thankfully, I feel his cock enter my pussy.
I sink onto my forearms in relief.
It’s a relief to feel him filling me again, and a relief that he didn’t decide to take the other hole. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.
I’m certainly ready for this, though. It feels incredible as he fucks me like this, with my ass in the air, his cock relentlessly driving into me. At this angle, the friction is so incredible. He doesn’t even have to touch my clit and I feel the pressure building, but then he reaches around and starts to play with it, anyway.