I gave her a few minutes to catch her breath, and then I shifted my weight beneath her, pushing against her. “You mentioned certain plans?”
She sat up, a sly grin on her face. “I did, didn’t I?” She pretended to think. “What did I say I’d do? I don’t seem to remember.”
“You said, if I remember correctly, that you had plans which might involve my monster cock and your lack of a gag reflex.”
She slid off me to sit beside me. “Oh, that’s right—those plans.” She gathered my cock in her fist, and gave it an exploratory stroke. “Now I remember.”
She stroked me slowly, until I was fully erect. “A couple things I should mention, I suppose.” She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and then a bun, and bound it back with a ponytail holder from her wrist. “Number one, I really don’t have a gag reflex.”
She pulled my cock away from my body, tilting it so it stood straight up from my groin. Stroked me a couple more times, slowly. And then she bent over me, keeping her eyes on mine. She opened her mouth, licked her lips seductively, and then—without taking her eyes off me—put her lips to the head of my cock.
Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
An inch, two, three…she blinked at me, taking me deeper and deeper. Then backed away, licked her lips again, gave me a teasing little grin, and took me into her mouth again. And fuck, fuck, holy fuck, she wasn’t kidding. ZERO gag reflex. I’d had some really great blowjobs before, but no girl had ever done what Dru was doing right then, namely, taking my entire cock in her mouth and down her throat.
It had never really mattered to me before, since the goal of blowjobs was typically just to get me off as fast as possible, so trying to make a girl deep-throat seemed kinda pointless. Just suck me dry and get it done, yeah? But this, what Dru what doing? This was…totally something else, something I’d never experienced before. This was…fucking erotic. Seductive. Teasing. She took me slowly, inch by inch, her eyes on mine, lowering her mouth around my cock, fluttering her tongue against my shaft as I slid in deeper and deeper. And then, fuck, she had all of me, every single inch of my cock down her throat, her eyes blinking over at me with a pleased, proud, eager gleam, her nostrils flaring, her throat working as she swallowed around my shaft, her nose against my belly.
And then she backed away as slowly as she’d taken me, unhurried, never looking away.
I swear to fuck I nearly came right then. That look on her eyes, the sight of my cock stretching her mouth wide, her lips sliding over my wet shaft…
She let me fall out of her mouth with a pop.
“Holy motherfucking hell, Dru…” I gasped. “What—um—what was the second thing?”
Almost idly, she stroked my cock with both hands, her saliva making me slick. “Oh. Just that I planned to make you enjoy it, but not necessarily make you come. Or that it would be quick.”
“What’s that mean?”
She just grinned at me, and licked the head of my cock. “Oh…you’ll see.”
13
Dru
Oh man, oh man, oh man. What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t me. Not anymore, at least. It used to be me, though.
Being with Michael had sort of chilled me out, taken the freak out of me. I used to like it kinky. Not, like, super freaky kinky like hardcore BDSM or anything, just…mild wild, if that made any sense. I was crazy. I was lonely, and horny, and had no reason to hold back. It wasn’t Daddy issues, since Daddy was always there for me and was always amazing, but he was a busy guy as one of the better detectives in the Seattle Police Department.
I ran wild, what can I say? I wanted attention, I wanted love, I wanted to be wanted. So I’d been a little crazy. Lots of guys, lots of hot and heavy nights and walks of shame the next day. I don’t think anybody really knew the extent of my craziness during those years, because there wasn’t anybody I’d have told. I never really had girlfriends, which was a direct result of Mom abandoning me at such a young age; I didn’t trust women. Never had, probably never would. Which just meant I had no one to talk me out of bad decisions, like shacking up with Michael for four years.
Giving him the best of me and getting nothing in return.
Letting him flatten me, bore the actual personality out of me. His friends were boring, his job was boring, his life was boring…he was boring. I’d been bored. I’d been bored in my job, had no friends, and Michael, even though I loved him—or thought I had, which I was now beginning to question—I was starting to realize I’d been deeply unhappy. Michael hadn’t even begun to satisfy me in bed. He liked it one way—missionary ’til he came, then it was done. He’d usually remember to work me up to an O before he started, so at least he had that amount of consideration as a lover, but there was no variety, no spice, no kink. Just…blah. Not bad, the sex was never bad—I wouldn’t have stayed with him for so long otherwise—it was just…blah.