My hand digs tighter into her hair but really I’m just letting her do the work. Her robe has fallen open to reveal her gorgeous body, and even while she blows me I’m thinking about getting all her clothes off—what little is left—and giving her back this mind-blowing pleasure that she’s giving me.
Her mouth is so warm, her tongue knows just how to work over my cock, and I know it won’t be long before I finally can’t take it anymore.
I’ve been watching Addison, seeing her body, kissing her mouth for way too long tonight to hold back now. She’s sucking me so good I don’t want it to end…but it’s so good she’s ensuring that I can’t possibly last much longer.
I give her fair warning before I come, and when I do I hold her head tight to me, my dick stuffed in her mouth, come exploding down the back of her throat. When I finally finish it takes me a moment to compose myself, my feet planted firmly so that I don’t topple over. I realize Addison’s mouth has left me when I feel the cool breeze back on me, and I unclench my hand from her hair.
When I look down at her, she’s looking up at me. She’s got this look in her eyes like she’s wondering if that was okay—like she really doesn’t know. I smooth her hair back from her face and tell her, “You are incredible. Jesus, that was incredible.”
A tiny little grin plays on her lips—lips that I will be jerking off to for the next month, no doubt—and I know she’s glad she pleased me. She reaches to the ground for my shorts, and I think she’s going to help me get dressed again. Instead, she stands up and holds them as well as my T-shirt close to her chest. She’s got the robe pulled tight around her again, and she takes slow steps away from me.
“Hey, where are you going?” I ask. “I’m naked here.”
“I know,” she says. “You should stay that way.”
Gladly. I work hard on my body and have no problem letting her ogle me. I turn to better face her so she can really take me in—and she does, her eyes slowly going all up and down my body like she doesn’t want to miss an inch. I’d let her stay all night and stare at me, but it’s cold out here and if she’s still willing, I have more I want to do to her.
I walk past her, giving her a good look at my ass. I look over my shoulder and yep, she’s watching me go.
“Come on,” I say. “I want to return the favor.”
That gets her moving, and she follows me back inside.
Addison
This isn’t like me.
None of this is like me.
I’ve never blown a guy within a few hours of meeting him. In fact, the few times I’ve had a guy, it took me weeks to blow him, and it was never anywhere near as hot as that.
But Rex has me so hot, so eager—so wet, that I find myself unable to care about how far or fast I’ve gone in the past. All I know is that I have a need tonight, and that need is Rex Croft.
“There’s a fire in my bedroom,” Rex says once we’re inside.
“That sounds like a line,” I say. “A super cheesy line.”
“I don’t think I need to use any lines on you after what you did to me out there,” he says.
I blush.
He’s right. He doesn’t need to woo or impress me anymore. He got what he wanted. If he was an asshole he’d just say thanks and goodbye.
But he hasn’t. Yet.
And he’s still naked. Rex Croft is totally and completely naked, standing without shame or embarrassment, near the kitchen. He’s facing me, and although his dick isn’t hard anymore it’s still impressively big.
“If you keep staring at my cock, it’ll get hard again in about three seconds,” he says, reading my mind. I blush and look away.
Rex walks slowly toward me, his eyes steady on mine as I try not to stare at his dick because it is right there, it is glorious, and I can hardly believe it was just in my mouth. My arms are clenched in front of me, my body wound tight against what he might do to me, and what we’ve already done.
Rex stands before me, and all I want to do is reach out and touch every single inch of his body. But even though I just gave him a blowjob, I’m feeling intimidated. It’s probably the way he looks me over, assessing me.
When he reaches toward me, my breath stops and my heart races. He plucks his shorts from my grip.
With his eyes never leaving mine, he slips back into them, letting me keep his shirt in my hands.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Addison,” he says. “At least not tonight. Do you still want me to return the favor?”
My head is spinning—was the blowjob the favor I gave him?
I nod yes, because I’d say yes to anything with him right now.
“Then follow me. I want you to be comfortable.”
I follow him through the house, the hallways as winding as the hills it’s built into. We emerge in what I assume is his bedroom. It’s as big as a gymnasium, the bed large enough for a family of five, and the fireplace practically fills an entire wall as it burns hot, warming the entire room.
“That champagne seems to follow us,” I say, noticing it on a small table by the fireplace. The truth is, I could use a little more liquid courage because now that the intensity of the moment on the roof has passed, I’m nervous like a girl hoping to be asked to dance by the most popular guy in school.
Some insecurities never leave you.
He walks across the room to fill two glasses. I try not to stare as he walks back to hand me one. We clink, this time not toasting to anything, but our eyes stay on each other. Maybe the thing we’re toasting doesn’t need to be said.
I sip the champagne, hoping it will once again calm my nerves.
“How long are you going to make me wait?” Rex says.
“Sorry, what?” I ask. Was I supposed to do something? It’s not like I’m used to these situations.
“If you want me to return the favor, you’ll have to lose some of those clothes,” he says. “Maybe start with the robe.”
I swallow hard.
I set the glass on another table beside me, and let the robe slip from my shoulders. I stand before him in my bra and panties, and I know that I do not even come close to the level of hotness that he must be used to.
I stand, intimidated, as his eyes rove all over my body. I try not to wonder what he’s thinking—but when I look at him I can see the lust in his eyes.
His dick is reacting as well.
He takes a step closer to me so that we’re inches apart. When he looks down at my lips his head tilts, his hair falling over his forehead.
I feel paralyzed under his eyes.
“Take off that bra,” he says, his voice barely a whisper.
I reach behind me and unhook my bra, then drop it to the floor. Rex’s eyes take in my breasts. He reaches his hand and takes my tit in his palm, rubbing and lifting it slightly. He dips his head and sucks on my nipple, making me catch my breath, my body feeling instant fire.
His tongue flickers over my hard nipple as he kneads my other tit. I arch my back into him, pushing more of myself into his face, giving him more. He sucks off with a pop before turning his attention to my other tit, running his tongue over my nipple, sucking and nipping hard enough to be on the edge of painful but still feeling like ecstasy.