His Gift 2(22)

And I was held fast against the bed.

“I hope that this isn’t too much of a punishment for you, my innocent.”

Jake was on his knees, his fingers unbuttoning his pants. My mouth went dry.

“I know you’re a virgin,” he said, taking off his shirt before shucking off his pants. He was wearing black briefs. I could see the clear outline of his cock throbbing behind the fabric. It cast a shadow that made the black fabric seem even darker. The intellectual part of my brain kept a running commentary.

Black on black, it said. Notice the value of the color even in its absence. Shades, not tints. A black that is darker than itself where the light hasn’t touched it. Not a true black, not yet, but close—

I clamped down on that part of me as Jake shifted his weight, drawing nearer.

“Have you ever sucked cock, Lacey?” he asked. His voice was strong and bold, and mine came out as a squeak.

“No.”

“Then this will be education, not punishment. Although, if you ever try to come again when I haven’t told you to, I will punish you dearly. Understood?”

I nodded, but in all honesty he could have told me that he was going to draw and quarter me and I would have nodded. My eyes were fixed on the thick, throbbing outline. The darker black under the shadow of his cock. His thumb hooked into the waistline of his briefs.

“Good girl,” he said, and my heart almost warmed at the compliment. “Let’s begin.”





Chapter Ten



Jake pulled down his briefs and his cock sprang out. My jaw clenched as I took in the thick length of it. His fingers stroked all the way down the shaft, and my eyes followed, taking in every detail.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him as he stroked himself slowly. The skin on his cock was smooth except for a vein that pulsed with his heartbeat. His shaft was a gradient of tan to pink; the tip of his head gleamed with precum already.

I bit my lip and his cock jerked up with a twitch. He smiled.

“You know what to do to make me hard,” he said. “My god, Lacey, you are beautiful. Those gorgeous lips… you’re impossibly tempting.”

Then why haven’t you kissed me? The thought rose and I shut it down. What was I asking for, sweetness? Romance? That wasn’t why he wanted me, and it wasn’t why I wanted him. At least, I didn’t think so.

He wasn’t even touching me, and yet I felt myself growing hot and aching again between my legs. Just looking at his cock sent all sorts of imagined feelings through my body. How it would feel as he pushed up into me for the first time. I couldn’t imagine that he would fit all the way.

Now he straddled my chest, leaning over me, and I could see him up close. I smelled his musk, dark and rich. There was a lighter scent too that must have been his soap, an airy smell that I thought the ocean must smell like in places that weren’t New York City.

His hands rested on the bed above my head, tilting me back slightly with the indentation he made on the bed. Above me, inches from my face, his cock throbbed.

It was curiosity, curiosity more than anything, that made me stretch my neck to kiss him on his tip. The bead of precum smeared onto my lips and I slipped my tongue out to taste it gingerly, unsure of what I would find.

It was almost tasteless, slick on my tongue, and the finding gave me courage to kiss him again on his head. My lips parted and I let my tongue swirl around the impossible smooth mushroom tip. He groaned. His stomach caved inward with his breath as I sucked lightly and then let my head fall back against the soft bed.

“Jesus, Lacey,” he said. His face was redder, whether because he was leaning so far over or because of my kiss I didn’t know. “Don’t stop.”

He bent his knees further and then his cock was at my lips, urging itself into my mouth. I opened my mouth slightly and choked as he thrust himself inside halfway.

Panic seized me. My hands tugged at the chains on either side of me. I was choking, choking on his huge cock, and there was nothing I could do about it. His shaft was rock hard, hard as I never imagined a penis could be. I’d always thought that they would be somewhat flexible, like rubber. Like a hot dog. But Jake’s cock was like steel inside my mouth. He shifted down, jamming his cock to the back of my throat.

When he finally pulled back, I gasped. Tears sprang to my eyes.

He reached back and slid his hand between my legs. To my surprise, he found me slick.

“You like that, my sweet girl?” he asked.

I couldn’t answer him. My body had reacted with shock, yes, but also desire. I wanted more, though, from him. I needed more.

Before I could find the words, he was back again, easing his thick shaft along my lips without forcing himself inside. I gratefully licked and sucked at the underside of his shaft. I could feel the throb of his heartbeat quick against my tongue where the vein pulsed. It made my whole body shiver.