“Yes, you are.” She turned around in my hold, facing me with her puffy face. I kissed the red tip of her nose like I’d done before she was really mine. “So you have emotions for me?”
I dragged her closer. “Yes, I have emotions for you. Plenty of them.”
“I have emotions for you, too,” she said teasingly.
I kissed her. “One day, I’ll get my act together, I promise.”
“Everyone’s scared of something.”
“Like you of my dick.”
She narrowed her eyes, then she shook her head with a laugh. “All right.”
I stroked her cheek. “Don’t take this the wrong way and I know it isn’t the perfect moment to bridge the subject, but why do you avoid giving me head?”
“I’m not scared,” she said stubbornly.
I cocked one eyebrow. “Who’s lying about their emotions now?”
“I’m not!” She sat up with a cute growl, scowling at me. “You’re baiting me so I’ll do it, right?”
“Never,” I said.
She reached for my sweats and I helped her pull them down. My dick sprang free, already waiting for his special treatment. Gemma moved a bit closer, and I almost laughed at the look of concentration on her face. “Shut up,” she muttered.
“I didn’t say anything.”
Gemma stared at my tattoo as she lowered her head. “I’m not sure if I like it. Being watched by that bull freaks me out.”
“He and I love seeing you so close to my cock.”
Gemma rolled her eyes.
“If you’re scared, you don’t—” Her lips closed around my tip and my words died in a groan. Seeing Gemma’s pouty lips around my dick was almost enough to make me come. Gemma’s inexperience quickly showed when her teeth got in the way as she tried to suck me. I held back, not wanting to make her insecure by giving instructions, but soon things became a bit too toothy.
I hissed when Gemma’s teeth scratched me again and gently pressed her neck to get her in a different angle.
“Don’t chew on it. I’m not averse to some rough play, but my dick’s not a bone.”
Gemma wrenched her head back, face reddening. Before I could grab her, she jumped out of bed.
I almost laughed until I saw the tears in her eyes. I leaped out of bed and wrapped my arm around her waist from behind. She twisted in my hold and tried to shove me away. I only tightened my hold.
“Are you crying because you suck at sucking?” I teased her. It was the fucking wrong thing to do.
She kicked back against my shin, but I didn’t let go of her.
“I hate that the girls you’ve been with knew how to give you head, how to please you and I’m a loser who can’t get it right.”
Fuck, was she serious? I almost laughed again but stifled the sound. “Gemma,” I said. “You’ve never had a cock in your mouth, thank the fucking gods. Can I tell you a secret?”
She shrugged.
“You were a fucking horrible kisser.” She hadn’t really been. She hadn’t blown my mind, but right now I needed to stop her freak out because I had a feeling it would determine the number of future blowjobs.
Her eyes widened.
“Because my tongue was the first in your mouth and look at you now. Your kisses make my fucking head spin.”
A twitch of her lip. “And you know what? I don’t give a fuck if you’re a horrible kisser or head giver, because it means you didn’t get the chance to practice before me. Because it means I’m your first everything.”
She rolled her eyes and relaxed in my hold. “Okay,” she said. “But I still don’t like the idea of being compared to all your previous lovers and not being at the top.”
“I didn’t know you were that competitive outside of the cage,” I said. “And trust me, since I’m with you, I haven’t thought about any of the women of my past.” It was the fucking truth. Even before Gemma had been mine, I’d fantasized about her half the time I was with another girl.
“I’m not really, but I hate that so many girls have done this with you.”
Knowing that she’d wanted all of her firsts to belong to me from the very start made my chest swell with a sort of possessiveness I hadn’t been capable of before her. I kissed her pouty lips, fucking intoxicated by her taste and almost high on the knowledge that nobody knew how delicious she was, except for me.
I trailed my lips up to her ear. “How about we practice every day?”
A choked laugh burst out of her. “That’s what you’d like…”
“That’s what I’d fucking love,” I murmured, kissing her ear. We returned to the bed, and I wrapped my palm around my cock, squeezing it a few times until pre-cum leaked out. Then I smiled challengingly.
“How does it taste?” she asked curiously, motioning to the droplets on my tip.
“How would I know?”
“Were you never curious?”
I knew some guys tasted their own cum; I had never seen the appeal.
“My tastes always veered more toward the sweet,” I said as I slid my hand into her sweats and then two fingers between Gemma’s pussy lips before bringing them to my mouth and tasting her. “Why don’t you give it a try?” I nodded toward my cock glistening with my lust for her.
A blush staining her cheeks, she leaned down and experimentally licked up my cum. I groaned deep in my chest, my balls vibrating.
Gemma smacked her lips together then shrugged. “Doesn’t taste like much.”
I slid my hand into her hair, growing impatient, having her lips so close to my cock. “Ever had a lollipop?” I rasped.
She raised her eyebrows, but she got my hint. She began licking my tip as if it was a cherry popsicle. My breathing deepened as I watched her pink tongue dart out circling, tasting, discovering, and then finally she closed her mouth around the head and sucked.
My balls pulsated in rhythm with the hollowing of her cheeks.
Occasionally her teeth still scraped my cock but only briefly and it added to my pleasure. It took considerable effort not to fuck her mouth like I wanted to. She had trouble as it was staying in sync with my slight upward thrusts, but fuck, none of that mattered, because the sight of Gemma’s gorgeous mouth sucking my cock was the hottest thing I could imagine.
Soon I was at my tipping point.
“Swallow for me, Kitty,” I growled.
I loosened my hold on her neck to give her the chance to pull back if she wanted, even if it was the last thing I wanted. Gemma kept sucking, her fingers tightening around my base. “Fuck.”
My hips moved faster, seeking her hot mouth, my tip brushing the back of her throat and then my balls clenched and cum spurted out of my cock. I couldn’t stop looking at Gemma’s lips around my dick. I held onto her neck as I slid almost all the way out only to push back in. Gemma swallowed around me, not meeting my eyes. Slowly I pulled out of her and she swallowed again, her cheeks bright red. “Gem,” I rasped when I had my voice back.
I reached down, gripped her by the hips and hoisted her on my stomach so she straddled me. Nudging her chin up, I searched her eyes. “What’s the matter? Don’t like the taste?” Many girls didn’t, which was why some of them either refused to swallow in general or only when I used a condom.
But her expression didn’t reflect disgust. She looked guilty and ashamed. Sitting up, I cupped her cheek. “Don’t tell me this is some traditional shit, Gem.”
Gemma could be tough as steel, but inside, she was soft as warm butter. I brushed a kiss over her ear, realizing that bashing her upbringing and with it, her nonna and dad wouldn’t make her feel better. “I eat your pussy all the time, and I love it. I lap up your juices. Fuck, I practically devour you, and I don’t feel a fucking sliver of guilt or shame over it, so if you think sucking my cock is sin or some kind of other bullshit then stop. If you ask me, giving each other pleasure can’t be sin.” Then I paused. “And if this is about you not liking sucking my dick, then we’ll figure something out. Is it the sin thing?”
“Yeah,” she admitted.
“Thank the fucking Lord,” I pressed out.
She rolled her eyes with a small laugh then she became serious once more. “I just worried that it would make you respect me less.”
I scoffed. “You sucking me dry won’t make me respect you less, trust me. Or do you respect me less when I lick your pussy?”
“That’s different, you’re a man.”
I pulled her face close. “I respect you more than any other woman, and that won’t change, Gem. You can kick ass, bake like a top chef and now all that’s missing is you giving me head like a fucking goddess and I’ll build you an altar and worship you.”
“You’re such an idiot!” she gasped out, but she leaned into me and softened. “How was I?”
I pulled back. “Now you want praise or honest criticism?”
“Honesty.”
“I’d give you a solid B-minus.”
Her eyes widened in indignation. “B-minus?”
“We’ll practice until you’re a straight A-plus, don’t worry.”
She punched my arm. “You’re too full of yourself.”
I leaned back, taking her with me. “You need to ride me into shape.” Lifting my hips, I dug my still hard cock into her butt cheeks.