Page 20 of The First Taste

He bites his lower lip and allows my inquisitive touch for a moment. When I curl my fingers around his cock and give it an experimental stroke, though, he hisses.

“Ella—”

I freeze, my eyes widening, my fingers on his silky smooth cock. “Did I do something wrong?”

He shakes his head and grabs my hand, holding my fingers more tightly around his cock. “You don’t have to be so gentle, sweetheart. I can take it.”

Wrinkling my nose, I eye him. “Oh yeah?”

His lips twitch. Before he can respond, I sink onto my knees. He rubs his thumb across my lips and utters a curse.

“Fuck, Ella. You look so damn good just like that, on your knees, ready to suck my cock.”

Sticking my tongue out, I lean closer to his cock, brushing my hair back with a hand. Keir notices and pulls my hair out of my face. I look at his cock, perfectly pink and veiny, a little droplet of excitement oozing from the slit.

I catch the drop with my tongue before it falls to the ground. The second I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, his gaze is riveted on the sight of me kissing the tip of his cock.

He groans. “Oh, fuck…”

I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, moaning at how hot his dick is. It tastes earthy and male as I brace my fingers around it, slowly taking his length in slow inches. I can’t actually take his whole cock in my mouth just because of the sheer size of it.

I moan, stroking his cock, and look up at his face.

“That’s good. Faster, sweetheart.” Keir gives his hips a single pump, touching the back of my head to encourage me.

Giving him my full attention, I start to stroke his cock faster, moving my head up and down. I try to use my tongue as much as possible because I notice when I do, Keir’s body language tightens up and he grips my head a little harder.

“I’m holding myself back,” he hisses. “Tell me I can fuck your mouth, Ella.”

I nod, my mouth full of his cock. As soon as I do, he grips my head and starts to thrust in and out of my mouth, jackhammering his cock through my lips. He changes the angle so that he can go slightly deeper and his face grows tense with concentration.

I reach up and cup his balls, caressing them gently. He growls and pounds into my throat, making a slobbery mess everywhere. But he doesn’t seem to notice and I am certainly not going to stop him.

A few seconds later, he calls out a warning. “Fuck, Ella. I’m going to come. You’re draining my balls dry…”

He comes with a shout, hammering his cock into my mouth, jetting his hot semen in lashes. It’s salty and earthy, so sticky that I just automatically swallow it.

I keep sucking his dick until he pulls me away, his breathing ragged. He lifts me up to my feet and pulls me onto his lap, kissing me deeply. It’s definitely the first time a guy has been willing to kiss me when I still taste like his cum.

I’m oddly turned on by that.

“Fuck, Ella,” he says. He kisses my lips, my ears, my neck. “You swallowed like a champion.”

I blush furiously. “I liked being a vessel for your pleasure.”

Keir pushes me back onto the bed with a less than gentle shove. My heart starts hammering inside my chest.

This is it. I’m finally going to lose my v-card.

I’m more than ready for it.

Keir starts kissing my nipples, my torso, my stomach. Then he surprises me by spreading my pussy with his fingers, kissing down to my pussy again. He looks up.

“Are you ready to come against my mouth again?”

I raise my eyebrows. “Are… we… going to actually…”

He kisses my inner thigh. “Tonight, I want to make you come over and over again, just like this. I’m going to make you scream until you’re hoarse, sweetheart.”