Page 51 of Proof Of Life
He’s so lost in the good feeling he forgets what he’s saying. I love that. I love that I can make him feel this good, that I can have this kind of effect on him. It’s empowering and thrilling and makes me want to give him everything, do anything for him, for his pleasure.
With the tip of my tongue I tease a wet trail down his flat stomach, dipping into his navel to tickle him, and he hisses like I burned him. He’s not stopping me, and it’s pretty obvious where I’m headed. With eager fingers, I work the button and zipper of his jeans open and tug them down his hips. Tilting my head back, I look up into his hungry eyes as my mouth follows the trail of dark hair down to the nest above the base of his shaft, gripping it with my thumb and forefinger. His lips part on a sigh and he drops his hands to my shoulders. His grip is tight as his fingers dig into the meat of my flesh, and I’ll bet anything the anticipation of my mouth on him is making his toes curl.
It’s all the encouragement I need to continue.
“Brandt, I’m supposed to—it’s supposed to be me doing this to–”
“It’s okay. You’ll get there when you’re ready. And if you’re never ready, that’s okay, too.”
His expression looks almost apologetic that he’s not ready yet, that he started this and then allowed me to turn the tables on him and take the upper hand. I don’t mind. I’ve had more time to come to terms with my attraction than he has.
Through the thin cotton of his briefs, the outline of his erection is unmistakable. Starting with the plump bulge of his sack, I rub my nose into it, inhaling his musk. Fuck, the masculine scent turns me on more than the sweetest perfume ever has. With my lips, I trace the shape of his dick, mouthing the cotton until it’s damp, and then warming it with my breath.
West breathes out a heavy sigh. “You’re a fucking tease.”
I just want to take my time and savor him. Tomorrow he could come to his senses and decide he never wants to let me near his cock again, and all I’ll have are these unforgettable memories.
When I get to the swollen tip, there’s a wet spot on the fabric, and I nip it with my teeth before making it wetter by sucking on it. I can taste the saltiness of his flavor on the cotton, like an appetizer before the main course.
“Ungh,” he groans, clutching my head, as if he doesn’t want me to move my mouth away. But I’ve had enough of this appetizer. I want the main course. I want his bare skin on my tongue. I'm dying to taste his seed again.
I have no idea if I’m good at this, no clue what I’m doing, but I want to make it the best, most memorable blow job he’s ever received. I’m working off pure instinct, but from the noises he’s making, and the heat in his eyes, I must be doing something right.
Starting at the elastic waistband, I peel his underwear down his hips an inch at a time, revealing glimpses of inked skin, sharp hip bones, and his veiny shaft, until it springs free, and the wet tip smacks my lips. A sticky string of his precum connects us as I pull back. It’s silky, like a spiderweb, and the sight of it is turning me on as I wrap it around my tongue and lick it up.
“You like the way I taste?” The deep timber of his voice is turning me on even more.
I know exactly what he’s feeling—that moment when you’re on the verge of losing self control, where you want to draw out the tease, but you’re ready to grab the head of the person sucking you and fuck their mouth until they choke on your load.
Yeah, he’s about to lose it, and when I finally put my mouth on him, I hope he fucks it. I’ve never known what it feels like to be on my knees for someone, to be at their mercy, and it’s fucking poetic that it’s West because there’s no one else I can imagine worshipping like this.
When I reach the end of the string, I dip my tongue into his slit and lick out another drop before closing my lips around his head and giving it a hard suck that makes him twitch. My lips slide down his shaft, over every vein, and his breathing becomes ragged as I hollow out my cheeks and make my way back to the tip.
“Fuck, your mouth.”
Yeah, my mouth. I’m not gonna quit until it takes you to the edge.
After three slow torturous passes, I set a faster pace, working his length with plenty of suction and spit.
“Make it noisy,” he requests, fingering my swollen lips as I suck. “I want to hear you slurp.” I let plenty of saliva pool in my mouth without swallowing it so I can bathe his cock. Squeezing his sac, I continue to suck until my lips begin to feel numb and a string of saliva drips from the corner of my mouth. West twirls it around his finger and sucks it clean. “That’s it. Make a fucking mess of me.”
His words make me so hot I dig my fingers into the meat of his ass cheeks and suck him harder and faster, taking another inch of his length down my throat, until I gag and my vision blurs with tears. I have to pop his cock out for a moment to control my gag reflex, though we’re still connected by ropes of thick, frothy spit.
“Can I fuck your mouth?”
Fuck, yes. I just nod, opening my mouth wide, and West slaps the head of his cock against my tongue before sliding inside. He grabs the back of my head and guides me down, slowly, watching as I swallow inch after inch. His grin is wicked and filthy, and I keep my eyes locked with his, as I do my best to deep throat his thick cock.
“You should see my dick disappear inside your mouth. It comes out shiny and wet, and your face is fucking wrecked.”
He’s going to fuck my throat raw, but it’s worth it. So fucking worth it. The head of his cock bumps against the roof of my mouth again and again, and I can taste more of his flavor on my tongue as he leaks with each thrust.
“You gonna swallow my load?”
Every fucking drop. I can only nod, but that’s enough for him. West loses himself in my mouth and buries his cock at the back of my throat with one final thrust before he bows over my head with a grunt and floods my mouth with his release. My throat convulses around his cock as I swallow, which triggers a fresh pulse of cum. He slips from my mouth and I chase his cock with soft teasing licks to the sensitive head, making him gasp a throaty laugh as he pushes my head away.
I stare up at him as I rise to my feet and go straight for his mouth. West has no problem kissing me after I just sucked him off. He doesn’t mind the taste of his cum, which is fucking hot as sin. My tongue rubs against his as I get deep in his mouth, claiming it like he just claimed mine with his cock.
My throat is sore and I’m out of breath, a teary, snotty mess, and I couldn’t be happier. I feel like he used me in the best way, marked me as his, a mark I bear proudly.