Page 90 of A Real Goode Time

I kissed his other hipbone, and I felt his cock against my cheek, felt it firming.

“Oh-shit-oh-fuck,” he breathed.

I laughed. “I haven’t done anything yet.” I pulled away, looked up at him. “By the way, yes, this will be the first time I’ll have done this, from start to finish. So…I hope I do okay.”

His laugh was a hoarse bark of disbelief. “Oh, something tells me you’ll do fucking amazing. Everything you do is fucking amazing.”

I smiled at him. “Good answer, Rhys.”

His hands lifted, fluttered, as if he didn’t know what to do with them. Kneeling between his thighs, I took his hands in mine. Lifted them to my face, guided his fingers to slide into my hair. Smiled at him.

“Just enjoy it, Rhys. And if you’re so inclined, repay me in kind, at a later date. Maybe surprise me with it. I give you permission, right now, open-ended permission to do that to me, whenever you want. Without question.”

He just nodded, swallowing hard. “Oh—okay.” He shifted, moving his hips, digging his fingers deeper into my hair. “Not in my nature to just sit back and enjoy things.”

“Then this will be a lesson.” I bit my lip around a heated grin. “Now, I’m done talking. I have other uses for my mouth.”

“I like you a little bossy,” he murmured. “It’s fuckin’ hot.”

I shifted closer. His cock was mostly straight now, but still more limp than erect. I palmed his thighs, ran my hands up and over his hips to cup the upper portion of his ass. I kept my eyes open, on his member, slowly bringing my mouth to it. Tilted my head to the side, opened my mouth…and took him between my lips. Flesh, salt, heat. He let out a breath, soft and slow.

I moved my face to bring him away from his thigh, and took all of him into my mouth—he was still small and soft enough that it was possible. I touched my tongue to his balls, licked up to his tip. Used my tongue to gather him back into my mouth. Felt him hardening in my mouth, engorging against my lips.

His hands snarled in my hair, and then loosened, and he gathered my long thick hair away from my face, taking the mass of it in one fist—I had enough hair that he could and did wrap the glossy black sheaf around his fist so his grip against my scalp was tight and firm.

God, that was hot.

His other hand cupped the back of my neck, encouraging but not applying any pressure.

Oh god, he was growingfast. Inches of cock expanded between my lips. My hands slid back to his thighs, and then I cupped his thickening length in one hand, stroking it as I licked and suckled the tip.

More, then. Harder. God, so much cock. I backed away and stroked him slowly, my other hand curling under his balls and massaging them—I knew he particularly liked that. In fact…

I took them into my mouth, tickled by the small dark hairs but not turned off by them. He groaned, long and low, as I mouthed his heavy sac and stroked his length.

“Fuck, Torie. So good.”

He was completely hard, then, too many inches to fit in my mouth, but damn me if I wasn’t going to try. I held the base of his cock and angled him away, licking over the tip, tasting his leaking pre-cum. I wrapped my lips around him, flicked my tongue against him, and then slowly accepted more and more of him into my mouth, toward the back of my throat. He groaned again, a deep, guttural sound that shot straight to my core. His pleasure was my pleasure. And hereallyliked this. The more of him I took, the more his ass lifted involuntarily, the harder his stomach tensed.

So, I took more. Leaning over him, I let the fat springy head press against the back of my throat. He hissed, his hands tightening in my hair, as if resisting the urge to push me lower. I opened my throat and accepted more of him, and his involuntary growl was enough to make me back away, take a breath, and try again. I glanced up at him as I slowly pushed him back into my mouth—his eyes were closed in absolute rapture, head thrown back, jaw open, disbelief written on his features.

His eyes snapped open as I took more of him this time, my eyes widening as I felt him in my mouth, my throat, swallowing around him. There was a little panic for a moment as I swallowed and felt nothing but him, as if I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t swallow, audibly gagging a little. But my nostrils flared and I sucked in oxygen, and he groaned loud, ragged, watching me as my lips slid over him, as his cock slowly vanished into my mouth…

There were a couple of inches between my lips and his body…

Then one inch…

Then I felt my nose against his belly, and I had all of him…allof him, every last incredible, jaw-stretching inch. My jaw was, indeed, cracked far apart, and I had to swallow and swallow around him, and then I had to let him out of my mouth and, somewhat gratefully, wiggle my jaw and take a breath. I smiled up at him.

“Holy fucking hell, Torie,” he breathed, absolutely gutted, awed. “You took all of it.”

I kissed the tip, licked it, ran my tongue down the base. Paused with him in my fist, bulbous head against my lips like a microphone. “I didn’t know I could do that.”

“First for you, first for me.”

“No one has ever deepthroated you before?” I asked, and then wrapped my lips around the head.

He shook his head, brow wrinkled, huffing as I circled him with my tongue. “Hell no. No one has ever tried.” A gasp of laughter mixed with a groan of pleasure. “Un-fucking-believable. Incredible.”