Page 50 of Take the Plunge

I glance up. He has such beautiful eyes. “I want to try. You’re fresh as a daisy, right?”

He laughs. “Yes.”

I press my face to his crotch and inhale. His pubic hair tickles my nose. “You smell of grapefruit.”

“You like my shower gel?”

“I love it.”

I take a breath, stick my tongue out, and run it up the side of his cock. He tastes as clean as he smells. My tongue is a lot more sensitive than the palm of my hand. I feel the bumps of his veins. I stop when I get to the head.

“You looked so sexy doing that.” Kian’s voice is soft and breathy, and his pupils are blown wide.

I do it again, pressing the flat of my tongue hard against his shaft. He tips his head back and groans. I’m fascinated by the way my saliva is making his cock glisten in the lamplight.

“What does pre-cum taste like?”

“Salty. You don’t have to—”

Before he can finish, I dip the tip of my tongue into his pre-cum. “Salty.”

“Told you so.”

I lick his slit again, lapping up more of the clear liquid.

He shivers. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Tell me what to do. Teach me.”

“Keep using your hand on my shaft. Nice and slow. You don’t want to make me come right away.” He laughs. “Or maybe you do.”

I stroke his shaft slowly, as he suggested.

“The best lesson I can give you is to experiment with your mouth and tongue.”

“How?”

“Try swirling your tongue around the head of my cock. Pay particular attention to the slit.” He touches my cheek. “And don’t worry. I’ll warn you before I come so you don’t get a face full of jizz.”

I twirl my tongue and then glance up. “Like this?”

“Yes. Maybe a little more pressure if you can.”

I take a breath and slowly drag the flat of my tongue over the head of his cock. The salty taste intermingles with the fruity tang of his shower gel. “Like this?”

“Uh-huh. That was nice.”

I do it again and again.

He lets out a spine-tingling groan, which makes me want to please him more. I swirl my tongue and run it along his slit. He hisses and grips my shoulder, his fingers digging into my muscles.

“Oh, Jett. That’s—” A throaty moan swallows whatever he was going to say.

What would it be like to have the head of his cock in my mouth? I bring my hand up the shaft to just beneath the head. “How much should I put in my mouth? What should I do once it’s in there?”

Kian’s brows tug together. “You know it’s really hard to teach when you’re being this sexy?”

I laugh. “Try. I want to make this good for you.”