Page 29 of Summer Salvation
FIFTEEN
HADLEY
He tells me not to choke right before he pulls out his monster cock.
I want to laugh and tell him, “Impossible!” Except, telling me not to choke seems like a challenge. I want to obey him, and if I’m able to take all of him in my mouth, it might please him. The burn inside me to make him happy is a new sensation.
Blow jobs aren’t something I’ve previously enjoyed doing. In fact, I’ve almost come to dread them because most men expect them. And though it seems Theo is no different, demanding I get on my knees for him, there isn’t an ounce of expectation is his tone. For the first time, I’m not counting down the minutes until this is over; instead, I’m anticipating the moment when he slides his cock against my tongue and feeds my desire.
My eyes close the minute I taste him, the salty masculine taste of his pre-cum hitting my tongue. He goes slow, letting himself settle in my mouth before pressing forward, keeping my head steady with his firm hands until he hits the back of my throat and immediately pulls back.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice is full of praise, stoking the fire inside me. My core clenches and throbs as he creates a rhythm, sliding his cock between my lips all the while telling me how beautiful I look sucking him.
He makes my confidence soar until my back is straighter, emboldening me to reach up and use my hands, stroking him from root to tip before swirling my tongue around him. He lets out the most feral groan when I devour his entire length, making sure to breathe through my nose to hopefully prevent my gag reflex. He leans forward, pounding his fist against the wall while also shoving himself deeper into my mouth.
This time, I can’t help it. My eyes water and I start to choke. I press my hands against his thighs and pull back, letting his cock fall from my lips.
“You’re doing so good,” he purrs, running a hand along my chin. “Take your time and breathe.”
When I glance up at him through a watery gaze, his expression matches his words. He seems relaxed and there’s a satisfied smile on his lips. I put it there. I did that to him. That kind of power is invigorating. It allows me to focus entirely on pleasing him instead of my own discomfort.
“I want you,” I tell him, a hint of huskiness in my voice.
“You do?” One dark eyebrow lifts in challenge. “Show me.”
This time, I’m the one to set the pace. I’m the one to command him, grasping his length in my hand and teasing it with long strokes before taking him back in my mouth. A gasp escapes his lips followed by a soft curse. “Fuck,” he murmurs. “I’m going to come, baby.”
That’s what I want, to make him explode. My cheeks hollow out as I suck hard, letting the tip pop from my mouth before swallowing him back down.
It’s not long before he takes back control, clamping his hands on either side of my head and thrusting furiously in and out of my mouth. I brace my hands on his thighs as his self-control completely dissolves and he transforms from man into beast. A feral snarl escapes his lips as he unleashes wave after wave of cum. His cock pulses against my tongue and his movements slow until he drops his hands with a sigh.
“God damn,” he moans before pulling back. He runs his fingers through my hair and lifts my chin, swiping his thumb across the sticky liquid dribbling from the corner of my mouth. “You don’t have to swallow that.”
But I do anyway because I want him to know I can take anything and everything he gives me.
Slowly I stand, the blood rushing back to my legs. They ache and when I take a step forward, I wobble. He’s right there with a steadying hand.
“Why don’t you let me take over.” His voice is soft but wicked. He circles me, licking his lips like a predator before grabbing the hem of my shirt and tugging it up and over my head. Then he grasps the waistband of my jeans and pushes them down my legs until he’s on his knees in front of me, his eyes dark and desperate. He buries his nose between the apex of my thighs and inhales deeply, wrapping his hands around me.
“I want to go slow,” he tells me, his voice vibrating against my core. “I want to take my time and savor every inch, but you worked me up, baby. What should I do?”
“Fuck me,” I answer.
He chuckles as he presses my legs apart, kissing the fleshy inner part of my thigh. “There’s the sass. You don’t want me to return the favor and devour this pussy the way you consumed my cock?”
As if to prove his point, he presses his hot mouth against the lace covering me. He drags his fingers up until they wrap around the waistband of my panties, tugging until there’s a distinct ripping sound.
“Answer me, Hadley. Ride my face or ride my cock.”
He’s not making the decision easy, not when he can’t keep his hands to himself, teasing my flesh with his touch. Not when he takes a taste of me, swiping his tongue through my folds. A gasp escapes my lips and I pitch forward, my hands landing on top of his head.
He moans his approval as he sucks my clit. I guess my decision is made.
My eyes close and my head falls back as I succumb to the scorching sensation of his tongue stroking along my seam.
Sweet Jesus, Southern boys do not do this. At least none of the ones I met.
My hips buck against his mouth as a delicious tension fills me, lifting me onto my toes. I don’t want this to end so soon, and Theo seems to have a similar thought as he backs away.