“Me neither.”
I pull back to look at him. For once, he has to look up at me.
“Had a girlfriend,” he finishes, and I just stare at him. I may not be into checking out men, but I know what women go for at least, and he fits the bill.
“But you’re,” I place my hands on his chest, feeling the tickle of his chest hair on my fingers, “you know, all sexy and stuff.” I feel my face warm a little at the admission. Again, the embarrassment hits me, reminding me how he’s so different to other men I’ve met.
“Let just say I’m not a real people person either. Never had the desire to have a girlfriend.”
“But I’m right?” I edge, because he still hasn’t confirmed this.
“That right there,” his hands slide up my hips and back down, “and a few other reasons. That’s why I’m so drawn to you. At first it was your picture, but from the moment you opened that mouth and things started to fall out, I knew I was fucked.”
“I like when you say stuff like that. Makes me feel all warm inside.” I slide my own hands up his chest and around his neck.
“Isn’t that what boyfriends are supposed to do? Make their woman feel all warm inside?” He doesn’t let me answer. He just leans in and takes my mouth in a kiss. This time it’s soft and sweet, not like the ones we’ve had before. Almost like a conformation that he’s mine now.
I feel bold, and I want to explore as much about this new sexual awakening as possible. Do all the things that girlfriends do.
I slide off the stool and push Drake’s thighs apart.
“Cupcake.” There’s a dark edge to his voice, but I look up at him with a bright smile.
“I want to do girlfriend things.”
I kneel in front of him so his cock is at eye level. I run my hands up his thighs, then reach into the waistband of his loose shorts and tug at them.
“I-” He starts to say something, but when I pull at his shorts again, he stops to help me slide them off. “I don’t know if I can control myself,” he grits out.
“I’ve never done this before, so it may not go so well. Just let me explore.”
His giant cock bobs in front of me, and I lick my lips. I go to take off my glasses, but he stops me.
“Leave them on.” His voice is filled with so much desire, it sends goose bumps across my body. It’s so exciting that I’ve made him feel that way.
I feel his fingers in my hair as he brushes it out of my face, holding it back for me as I lean forward and open my mouth.
His warm flavor hits my tongue, and I moan around the head of his cock. He’s a little salty, but I like the feel of him. His thighs tremble under my touch as I suck more of him into my mouth. He lets out a sharp breath, and more of his flavor floods my tongue.
I think he likes when I suck him, because the further down I go and swallow around his cock, the more cum seeps out. I start moving my mouth up and down, trying to suck at the same time to get more. I want to feel him cum in my mouth, and this seems to be the way to do it.
“Hands, Zoey,” he grunts, and it sounds like he’s holding his breath.
I bring my hands up to his cock, one goes to the shaft and the other to his balls. He’s so hard, yet his skin is so warm and soft. The delicate ridge against my tongue feels sexy. I move the hand on his shaft in time with my mouth, and he immediately responds to that, giving me more cum, growling as he does so. I lightly massage his balls with my other hand, feeling them draw up as a few more drops of cum hit my mouth.
“Fuck. I can’t last.” His hands tighten in my hair, and he goes to pull me off of him. “Zoey, come off, baby. I’ll cum in your mouth if you don’t.”
He tugs at my hair again, but I just grip him tighter and suck him deeper, not letting him take his cock away. I want him to lose control like I did with him.
“Goddamn, baby. I’m cumming.”
His thighs lock up as his cum hits the back of my throat. I drink it down, sucking all of him up and making sure I don’t spill any. He’s moaning so loudly, and I love the sound. I love that I was able to do that to him. I feel so powerful at being able to get him off, and it’s nice to know I can return the pleasure to him in some way.
When he’s finished cumming, I take my mouth off his hard cock and give it one last kiss on the tip. He jerks in response, and I smile up at him, seeing his eyes are half-closed.
“I think I saw stars,” he says, and it makes me smile.
“That was good?” I ask as he pulls me into his lap. I like that I pleased him.
“There’s not a word to describe it. So much better than good, cupcake. Perfect.” He grabs the back of my head, pulling me in for a soft kiss that I hate to pull away from.