Sure Thing(25)

“Oh!” I blurt out in surprise, hand still wrapped around his cock. I release him and sit back on my heels and look up. “What do I do with it?”

“What do you do with it?” He’s looking at me like I’ve just claimed I’m a virgin.

“I’ve only seen regular dick before,” I say with a shrug. I can’t believe this escaped my attention the other night, but in my defense I never really got a look at it.

“Regular dick,” he repeats with his posh British accent and a smirk, brow raised.

“You know, like the fixed kind? Um, circumcised!” I finally find the correct word and bounce on my heels a little while glancing between him and his dick.

“You American girls.” He laughs while sliding his palm over the length of his cock and back again. I’m not sure if I should be grateful I’m not the first girl to be confused, or pissed off that this has happened to him enough to be a thing.

“I assure you it works quite the same,” he tells me while he strokes himself and his cock hardens.

Okay then, hard it does look exactly the same. I feel weirdly proud of myself for adding this experience to my sexual bucket list as I wrap my hand around his cock. I bet Daisy’s never seen an uncircumcised penis. I’m certain of it actually, because she’d have told me about it if she had. Every detail, with hand gestures and a funny name for the guy. So I win this one. Twin win! I think as I try not to laugh. We used to say that to each other when one of us beat the other at something. I totally twin-win this one and I’m feeling pretty darn smug about it. Until Jennings asks why I’m laughing. While holding his cock in my hand.

“I’m just proud of myself,” I tell him.

“For sucking my cock?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t have articulated it quite like that, but sorta.”

“So how much can you take then? If you’re so proud?”

“Whoa.” I hold up my other hand. “Don’t get too excited. I can’t deep-throat or anything.” I shrug. “But I think I’m fairly decent at this. Hold on, let me focus.” I slide my emergency elastic band off my wrist and gather my hair back into a pony.

“Are you serious right now?”

“What? It gets in the way. That is how dedicated I am to giving you a great blow job,” I add as I finish with my hair and wrap my hand around him again.

“Are you worried you’re going to be made redundant?”

“Make me redundant,” I purr. “Is that British dirty talk coming out of your mouth?”

“Not quite, no.” He shakes his head and the skin around his eyes creases in amusement.

“I take pride in my work, Jennings. In all things.” I look up at him from under my lashes as I stroke my hand up and down the length of him slowly, back and forth. He’s thick and heavy in my hand and my mouth waters at the anticipation of wrapping my lips around him. “Anything else I should know about your special dick?” I ask a moment before dragging my tongue up the underside of his cock, my movements slow but sure.

“Fuck,” he hisses while twisting my pony into his hand to maneuver me to his liking. “No, I think you’ve got it.”

I wrap my lips around him and swirl my tongue over the tip while rotating my hand around the length I can’t reach with my mouth. His groan tells me I’m doing okay. As I bob my head over him I mentally pat myself on the back for having a few magic mouth skills of my own before I stop thinking of anything but pleasing this man. He tugs my hair and angles my head to the side so he can better watch me suck him off. The look of lust in his eyes fuels me and I’m tempted to touch myself but I’m more interested in touching him. Besides, I’d rather let Mr. Magic Mouth take care of me when I’m done, and I know for certain he will. Multiple times. That’s what he promised me in the lobby and I don’t doubt he’ll deliver.





CHAPTER THIRTEEN


Jennings

 There’s no such thing as a bad blow job—at least there’s never been one in my life. Some are more memorable than others certainly, but a woman with a willing mouth can’t fail. And this girl is enthusiastic. And likely prefers drinking through a straw. Sweet Jesus.

She squeezes the length of me that her mouth can’t reach with her hand, her wrist rotating with dexterity and her eyes not leaving mine until she withdraws my cock from her mouth with an audible pop. She dips her head and drags her tongue up the length of me from base to tip and makes me feel like a teenager worried about blowing my load too soon.

This girl, she charms me with her combination of naïveté and enthusiasm. The way she blurted out her proposition the first night with false bravado but then rode me with her hair tumbling over her shoulders and her eyes simmering with lust. How she sat back on her heels tonight asking me what to do with my cock then gathered her hair up as if she was getting ready to go on a jog before diving in with the eagerness of a professional.