Page 60 of Not So Goode

Did I have the courage, now?

It felt like there was a mental block, a part of me telling me I shouldn’t. That I wouldn’t like it.

Thathewouldn’t. That I’d do it wrong.

I pulled his hot, silky-soft yet iron-hard cock away from his body. His stomach was pulled in, his eyes watching me. I could see him thinking, wanting to tell me to not do anything I didn’t want to.

“Don’t say a word,” I said. “I want to, I just have to get over my mental block.”

“Whatever you want, babe.”

“I…” I touched the tip of it to my bottom lip. Soft, so soft. Tender. Springy. I licked my lips and tasted skin. “I just…I need…”

“What, Charlie? Tell me.”

“I want to know what you’re thinking. How it feels. If I’m…” I swallowed, feeling stupid for saying this. “If I’m doing it okay.”

He chortled. “You can’t get it wrong as long as you don’t bite me, honey.”

“I won’t bite,” I said, giggling a laugh. “Is it stupid I’m so nervous? That I’m so insecure about this?”

He shook his head. “No, not at all. Nothing stupid about it.”

I drew the tip through my lips, and then again, and then a third time. I let my tongue touch him and tasted skin and something salty and liquid. He sucked in a breath.

“Fuckin’ killing me, girl,” Crow snarled.

“What?”

“Teasing me.” He grinned. “It’s good. No hurry, no worries. It’s just…beautiful fuckin’ torture, that’s all.”

“I’m not trying to tease you. Just…working up the courage to put my whole mouth on you.”

Growing up on the East Coast, we’d had oysters a lot, and the flavor of his cock, his pre-cum, tasted a bit like oysters. Not unpleasantly, as a matter of fact. I ran my tongue over the tip again, and he flinched, bodily, groaning. Salty liquid smeared on my tongue, and I grinned at him.

“I like how you taste.”

“Feeling is mutual, I fuckin’ promise you.” His eyes met mine, hot and boiling with barely restrained need. “You taste like sugar. Can’t want to get my mouth on your sweet fuckin’ pussy again.”

I stroked him, root to tip, and then held him upright again, and drew a deep breath, parted my lips…tasted pre-cum, and then flesh, and then his tip was sliding along my tongue and I pressed my lips around him and he was in my mouth and I was swallowing hard, because he was huge and thick and holy shit, any more and my jaw might crack, but he was groaning and his hips were pushing up and his eyes were crossed and rolling back in his head, and that was reason to keep going.

I pulled away, a string of my spit connecting my mouth and his cock.

“Fuck, Charlie.” He met my eyes, swallowing hard. “You are making it so damn hard to not just blow my load right now—”

I palmed his heavy balls, cradled them, caressed them, and he sucked in a breath. Fisted his length with the other hand, and stroked his cock and caressed his balls, and then added my mouth and did all three at once, and he went from speaking to just wordless gasping breathless wondering groans of pure bliss.

“Oh shit, oh shit, Charlie, god, you’re fuckin’—so fuckin’ good. So, so fucking amazing, what you’re doing.” He reached down and touched my hair, gathered it in his fists, held it, the long shimmery mass of black. “Fuckin’—god, oh god, ohshit.”

Tasted him, salt and skin, and felt his belly tightening, felt him twitching, his cock jerking, his balls pulsing.

And then, right then, as I knew he was nearing the edge, there was a jerk. Not from him, but from the bus.

I’d forgotten we were on a bus.

“Fuck—no, no, no, not now,” Crow snarled. “Goddammit, not now.”

“What is it?” I asked.