Page 71 of After We Fall (After We Fall 2)
“I’m going to remember this when we’re deep in the woods.” Turning around, I sat down again and tipped my head back.
“No! I’m sorry. Don’t torture me in the woods.” She used a cup to pour water over my head, rinsing off the shampoo. “There. Now stand up again.”
“Why? So you can laugh at me some more?” But I stood and faced her, making sure this time there were no lingering bubbles on my junk.
“No.” Scrambling to her knees, she slid her hands up my legs. “I’m sorry.” She kissed my right thigh. “Your dick isn’t funny.” She kissed my left. “It’s very serious.” She kissed the tip of my cock, making it jump like it wanted to kiss her back. “It’s perfect.”
My breath caught when I felt her tongue on me—soft, sweet little licks that made my insides quiver and leg muscles tighten. I was fully hard in seconds, and she ran her tongue from bottom to tip. Good fucking God, it had been so long…
I glanced down to see her look up and smile at me, that naughty little grin that always proved to be my undoing. “My turn.”
“Your turn to what?” I managed as she took me in her hands, angling my dick toward her mouth.
“To taste you.” She swirled her tongue around the tip. “To drive you crazy.” She took the head between her lips, sucked gently. “To make you come with my mouth.”
I groaned as her lips moved down my shaft, half my cock disappearing inside her mouth before she pulled back. Then she did it again, and again, never sucking too hard, never moving too fast, never making any sound.
Her tongue felt incredible on me, her mouth was hot and wet, and I loved the way she kept her hands on what she couldn’t get in her mouth, but Margot was giving the most polite blowjob I’d ever had.
In contrast to the way she moved during sex, it almost seemed like she was scared of hurting me. Or maybe she was scared of being hurt. A girl like Margot probably hadn’t done this very much. Maybe she didn’t even like it and was only offering to please me.
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Well, fuck—now what should I do?
My hands slid into her hair, and I forced myself to maintain control, to hold back, but every instinct in my body wanted to take over.
No, asshole! Let her be in charge! Just because she likes rough sex doesn’t mean she wants to choke on your dick.
Oh fuck, now I’m thinking about that. I need to calm down.
I let go of her head, stared at the ceiling, counted to ten.
She knew what I was doing.
“Jack,” she drawled. “Are you holding back on me?”
I looked down at her and saw those blue eyes gazing up accusingly as she rubbed the tip of my dick playfully against her lips. Her skin was wet, and her nipples were hard. Fuck, she was gorgeous. And sweet. What the fuck was the matter with me that I wanted to choke her with my dick? Was I an animal? “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“You don’t know what I want to do to you right now.”
“Tell me.”
I groaned, knowing I was unable to say no to her.
“Teach me, Jack.” Her cheeks colored as she placed her hands on my thighs. “I don’t have much experience with this. But I want to learn. I want to make you feel good. Tell me what to do. Tell me what you want.”
I swallowed hard. Tightened my fists in her hair. “Open your mouth.” She widened her lips, and I pushed inside, as deep as I could go. “I want your mouth so full of my cock you can’t breathe.”
She jumped when I hit the back of her throat, and I thought she’d try to back away.
But she didn’t.
She wrapped her fingers around my shaft again and looked up at me expectantly.
“Good girl. Now listen to me. I want you to stop being so fucking polite. Use your hands. Get messy. Make noise. Forget about being queen of the prom and suck me off like the greedy little slut under the bleachers. Got it?”
