Page 84 of Bourbon Deceit
“Thanks,” she said with a bright smile. “When is your birthday?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said, hating my birthday. It was never a good day, thanks to my dad.
She sat up and rubbed my chest. “It matters to me. How else would I give you a birthday blow job?”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Birthday blow job, how is that different than a regular one?”
“Oh it’s different.” She got excited.
“How so?” I gripped her waist to stop her from wiggling too much; she was starting to get me a little excited.
She sat up and pulled down the sheets, exposing my now growing erection. She looked down at it, smiled, and grabbed my cock in one swift movement.
“Fuck,” I moaned out as she started to stroke me. “Little one, I don’t believe I gave you permission to be playing down there,” I said with less authority than I wanted.
She lowered her head, licked the tip of my cock, and then said, “Oh, do you want me to stop?”
The grip she had at the base of my cock was just strong enough that is was pushing all the pressure to my tip, driving me fucking insane.
“No,” I grunted out. “But you will pay for your defiance.”
“Mmm, I can’t wait.”
With that, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. She was not playing around, she took what she wanted and ran with it. Her hand ran down between my thighs and found the weight of my balls. She squeezed them a little harder than normal and then pulled away from my cock, letting it fall to my stomach. I was fucking hard and yearning for her to finish.
“You see, Jett. For your birthday, I wouldn’t stop like I am now, and instead of squeezing your balls like this—” she gestured, “—I would be putting them in my mouth and swirling them around with my tongue while I run my hands slowly up and down your shaft like this.”
Like a mother fucking sloth, she ran her hand so fucking slowly up my cock as I hissed out a heated breath. She was torturing me like I tortured her and damn it I was letting her. I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to.
“Goldie . . .” I said in a strangled voice as her hand continued to torture me.
She giggled, fucking giggled, then leaned down so her mouth hovered over my dick, making it twitch in excitement. Her hand continued to handle my balls as she rolled them with sweet, torturous precision while her tongue lightly licked the length of my shaft. Her tongue danced along its length, barely making contact. I was going to explode from her torture, from her teasing.
“Little one, you better get on with it or your punishment is not going to be as pleasurable as you want.”
“Tell me when your birthday is and I’ll make sure you come like a teenage boy after seeing his first set of fake tits.”
“December 20th,” I groaned out, needing her to move her lips over my cock.
She pulled away and said, “You’re almost a Christmas baby? Aww, why do I find that so adorable?”
“For fuck’s sake, Goldie, focus!”
“Oops, sorry. I forgot that your little tippy tip is about to have a bit of a free shower.”
I cringed. “God, don’t say stuff like that!”
“I just do it to drive you crazy,” she said casually as my dick bobbed between us.
I sat up and grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth toward mine. I pressed my lips against her and tongue fucked her to the best of my ability until she was breathless. When I pulled away, I pressed my forehead against hers and said slowly, “If you don’t finish me off in the next minute I’m going to make sure I tie you up in the Bourbon Room, bring you to the edge of orgasm, and then just leave you there, until I feel like you have paid for the teasing you’ve put me through today. Don’t fuck with me, Goldie, I don’t play games.”
Her eyes flew wide open and her mouth was instantly attached to my dick, working me like a damn popsicle. I dropped to the bed as I let myself feel every pull, every lick, every tug of her mouth on my erection. She gave amazing head, like nothing I’d ever experienced. I didn’t know if it was the way she rotated her mouth or the combination of her hands on my shaft and balls, but I was ready.
My toes started to tingle, my gut went numb and my balls seized on me as my back arched off the bed and I groaned a feral sound out of the back of my throat, exploding like a maniac into Goldie’s mouth. All the pressure, all the teasing that she’d built up into me, flew away in one release as my body convulsed and was finally sated.
Her little body climbed over mine and slipped into the crevice of my neck and shoulder. She played with my chest while I regained my composure.
My hand drifted up and down her back as we stared up at the ceiling.
