“Fuck.”
Again, I would’ve grinned. But Trouper’s words had me redoubling my efforts.
His cock went even harder, and when his balls drew up, I knew that as a sign from Cosmopolitan Magazine that he was about to come.
“In your mouth,” he hissed when I hesitated. “Straight down your throat.”
My eyes locked on his as he looked down his body at me, and I knew he needed this.
He needed to claim me in this way, too.
His hands went softly to my hair and started to urge me faster.
I ignored the way my jaw was screaming, and gave him exactly what he wanted, keeping eye contact with him while I sucked him off.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he hissed.
Then I felt the pulses of liquid start to shoot down the back of my throat.
I nearly gagged at first, surprised by the force of his release.
And then I realized rather quickly that I needed to swallow.
Otherwise, I was going to look like a loser who didn’t know what she was doing.
Swallowing convulsively, I drank him down, all the while keeping my eyes on Trouper’s as he came.
His muscles were tensed, and his eyes were spewing possessive fire as he watched me drink him.
When his cock twitched one final time in my mouth, I slowly swallowed that small amount, too, then let him fall with a meaty thud against his strong abs.
I licked my lips, my jaw letting out a shout of rejoice at the relief, and watched him close his eyes and groan.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he whispered brokenly.
I laughed and pulled away from him, falling flat on my back beside him.
I hadn’t even landed fully before he was on me, shimmying down the length of my body and settling himself into that familiar position from a year ago.
I remembered it like it was yesterday.
Wished that I’d taken a video so that I could revisit it every single time that I needed a release.
Which was why I brought up what I did next.
“Trouper,” I whispered as he started to drop his mouth to my bare pussy.
His eyes looked up at me.
“Yeah?” he asked.
“I wanted to ask you something,” I whispered. “Something that you may not want to do, but I thought that I’d ask since we didn’t have that much time together.”
His head tilted as he placed a kiss onto the inside of my thigh.
“What?”
“Can we record this?” I asked. “I want to… I need something to, ermmm, I’m lonely at night. I thought…”
“You want something to jack off to?” he rumbled, running his lips down my belly, lightly skimming the skin.
I wanted to shove his face down where I most wanted him, but I knew that would probably be unwise.
Troup was always very in control. If I started to force him to do what I wanted, he’d only make me beg later.
“I guess if you want to call it that, yes?” I hesitated.
He grinned wickedly at me.
“And are you the only one that can see this video when it’s done, or do I get to see it, too?” he asked as he continued his sweep down the length of my body.
He was at the split of my pussy lips, hovering right over my clit, and I wanted to lift my hips so bad they jerked.
“Of course,” I told him.
He reached for his pants and pulled out his phone.
“Then record,” he ordered.
I hit his phone unlock button and cursed when a lock came up.
I scowled at the screen. “You have a passcode.”
He chuckled, then darted his tongue out to sweep just the tip along my clit.
I groaned and reached for his head, cursing all over again when my hands couldn’t find purchase in his long hair.
“Your hair sucks,” I gasped.
“My hair sucks,” he agreed. “I miss it being long.”
I concurred.
“I don’t know what to do with my hands,” I groaned as I reached for his ears.
He chuckled as he said, “Passcode. It’s your birthday.”
Opening one eye and biting my lip with concentration, I typed in my birthday, month and year, and immediately got in.
“That’s sweet,” I breathed.
A gasp left me seconds later when he penetrated me with one thick finger.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” I whispered.
“You feel so hot,” he said before nibbling on my clit with his lips. “You taste so good.”
I had no clue what he was talking about.
But I had to admit, the taste of him on my lips wasn’t ‘good’ per se, but it definitely was hot as fuck.
I couldn’t stop myself from shifting my legs a bit and pressing myself deeper into his mouth.
“I’m glad you think so, since I can’t really change what I taste like,” I admitted. “Though I read in Cosmo that if you eat sweet foods, that it changes the taste of your cum.”
He hummed and went back to work, his fingers curling and moving as he concentrated on what he was doing.
“Does it feel better?” I managed to gasp between breaths. “The no hair?”
“It’s been a while,” he said between kisses and licks. “And last time, I was trying to make it good for you, and concentrating overly hard. But this time, I’m able to take my time. That means that I can play and explore and do things to you like this.” He licked me from clit to my backside, stopping just before he would get to that part of me. “And not have to worry about choking on your hair.”
I snickered at his words.
“It wasn’t that bad.” I gasped when he replaced one finger with two.
“Are you close?”
Boy, was I.
I was seconds away from detonating and he’d only been at this for mere seconds.
“My jaw was aching like a motherfucker when I was done with you,” I grumbled as I climbed higher and higher. “All you have to do is work that talented tongue of yours and I’m ready to burst.”
He chuckled. “Being a man is definitely better at times.”
“Yeah,” I gasped, unaware of what I was saying. “And you can pee standing up.”
Then I wasn’t thinking much at all because my body was taking over, and things were bursting inside of me as if they’d never burst apart before.
Listen, I gave myself regular orgasms. Once, I did it with a dildo that I thought might resemble Troup’s cock. In retrospect, it wasn’t even close to the real thing.
But hell, only one of his fuckin’ fingers was enough to get me off, and that wasn’t anywhere near as big as his cock was.
Speaking of cocks, his was back up to full mast, and he was reaching for a condom that was in his pocket.
“Came prepared this time, I see,” I teased.
He grinned as he rolled that condom down the length of his cock. “Yeah, because I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.”
I laughed and tackled him to the ground, but I had a feeling that he’d let me take him down.
A man like Troup didn’t go down unless he wanted to.
And he definitely wanted to.
Especially when I straddled his body and positioned myself above his cock.
“Sit on me, baby,” he ordered, urging me faster.
I positioned his cock at my entrance and slowly started to sink down on top of him.