Page 70 of Tommy
I should probably be terrified. Not only of what’s going on between us, but also the other day with Carl. But I’m not. Not even close.
Thoughts of that night and what could have happened, and did, are distant. Barely a whisper in my brain. The louder part, the one thatusedto be a whisper, is the one screaming at me now. To continue. To do more.
Twice now he’s given me pleasure. Everything he’s done has been for me, taking nothing for himself in return.
With zero finesse, I slide off him and drop to my knees. His hands glide over my body as I go, letting me move as I wish.
I kneel between his legs, keeping my eyes on the task at hand. I reach for his belt, and his hands cover mine.
I look up to see him tilting his head as he realizes my intent.
“You don’t have—”
I cut him off with a shake of my head. “I want to.” My voice is soft. More than a whisper but still a command without raising it louder than needed.
He keeps eyes with me as he moves his hand away, and I feel them follow me as I look down at what I’m doing. Somehow, taking off someone else’s clothes is harder than taking them off myself.
He slouches a bit once I unbuckle his belt, and it gives me better access to unsnap his slacks and pull down his zipper.
I nibble on my lip, looking at him for a second before pushing the fabric aside to reveal his black silk boxers. Thankfully, he’s hard, and I see parts of him poking out; otherwise, I don’t know if I would have the nerve to find his dick between his legs.
Oh God, does he know I haven’t done this before? Can he tell? Would he stop this if he knew?
I peek up at him and find him looking at my hand just centimeters from touching his flesh. His eyes are hooded, and his breathing is shallow.
With shaky breaths, I move my fingers in and gingerly pull his cock out. Compared to the zero I’ve seen beyond sculptures, it’s massive. But I refuse to fear it. Or him.
I grasp him gently and lower my hand over his cock, then pull back up.
“Tighter.”
I look up at his rough breath of a word.
“Hold it tighter. If it’s too much, I’ll tell you.”
I do as he says, and he nods.
“Now move it up and down.”
I watch him shudder as I do what I’m told.
“Good. That’s good.”
I keep it up, going up and down and moving faster the more I do. His labored breath keeps me going, egging me on to see if I can make him fall apart like he’s done for me.
When a white pearl drop seeps from the tip, I can’t help but lean in and lick it away. He hisses at my touch, and I look at him again to see his eyes are closed with his head thrown back. His hands are clenched into tight fists at his sides. He almost looks like he’s in pain.
“Did I hurt you?”
He huffs out a laugh before he shakes his head, not once opening his eyes.
“You could never,” he grinds out as I continue my steady rhythm. The music is still on, and it’s driving me to keep time with it.
I nod, though I’m not sure if he sees before I go back to staring at his cock. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve never seen one this close or just not in real life before now, but it’s strange, watching myself do this. My hand feels small compared to him, but I move it in a twisting motion to touch everything while I brace the other one on his knee to keep me steady. Which pulls a deep groan from his lips and puts a smile on mine.
“Kiss it.”
I look up at him, but his eyes are still closed.
