Page 72 of The Spare

I bring trembling hands to his chest and do as he says. Unbuttoning them one by one. I fumble with a couple, but when I get to his pants where the shirt tucks in, I hesitate. Hating how inexperienced I am. Loathing how shy I am. I have friends who have done this for years at this point, and here I am, just now about to give my first blow job.

"I'll walk you through it," Mason says in a patient tone.

Matter of fact, it's the most patient I've ever seen him be.

Steeling myself, I untuck his shirt and then undo his belt, the clanging of the metal breaking the silence in the closet, joining theheavy sounds of our breathing and highlighting how stark of an act this is.

I slide my hands in the waist of his briefs, cupping the smooth globes of his ass and lower them slightly.

Mason keeps his eyes on me the whole time as he steps back, and I walk with him, my hands still against him feeling his muscles flex against my fingers. Playfully, I dig my nails in a little and see him suck in a sharp breath. He gives me another wicked grin.

He sits on the bench against the wall, forcing my hands from his backside, and I go to sink to my knees, but he stops me. "Take your dress off. I want to see you in your lingerie." His eyes rake over every inch of my body, and my eyes lower to his lap as his hand goes to the swell of his cock and squeezes hard.

I wet my lips, anxiety coiling deep in my belly. "Okay." I pull the straps of my dress down and go to shimmy out of it, but he pins me with a look.

"Slow down."

I pause, blushing.

Seeing he wants me to make it good for him, I raise my hands higher to my hair and unclip it, letting the curls fall down my back and across my shoulders. I toss the clip behind me, and he wets his lips, beginning to stroke his cock through his briefs.

I take a deep breath and lower the strap of my dress down one shoulder, pulling my bra strap with it until the top curve of my breast is exposed, but my nipple is still covered. His eyes go hooded and I half turn as I let the dress fall slowly, caressing my body as I do so. When it catches on my hips, I turn my back to him and bend seductively, sticking my ass out and shaking it slowly as the dress finishes falling to my feet.

"Fuck, Mel," Mason groans, and with those two simple words I become bold. I pivot, facing him again and sinking to my knees. Before I lose my nerve, I pull out his cock, and my eyes widen at the size of it.

I sit back on my heels."That was inside me?"I say, holding my breath.

It is in fact curved to the right. And thick. I didn't know it was possible for a man to be this thick.

Mason's lips twitch as he chuckles. But I don't think it's funny. I also didn't know it was possible to be this turned on and scared at the same time.

More of my juices slick down my inner thighs, and I feel my panties are completely soaked.

Seeing me not moving, he clears his throat. "I don't expect you to deep throat it, Mel. For today, just lick it. Suck on the tip. Only go down to about… maybe here." He circles his fingers about five inches down from the tip and squeezes hard. "Use your hands on the rest, and be mindful of my piercings please, my love."

My eyes flicker, taking in his smooth, hairless torso, and his perfectly round balls, also devoid of hair, the thick shaft and mushroom head with a thick vein coursing along the top of his length. I suck in a deep shuddering breath, then take it in both of my hands. My brows furrow seeing my fingers don't touch.

I don't let it deter me, though. I firm my grip, trying to squeeze as hard as he did, and lower my head into his lap.

His smell is amazing, and my mouth waters as his scent begins to take over me. It's a rich musk that's uniquely him with a hint of spice from his cologne.

At the first lap of my tongue across the fleshy mushroom tip his thighs tighten up, and he makes a rough sound deep in his throat. I lap a few more times before I lick all the way from the base of his shaft tothe tip and then lower my mouth over him, pulling my cheeks in and sucking as hard as I can.

"Goddamnitttt,"he growls, the sound reverberating throughout the room. His hands slide into my hair and grip tightly.

I hear a thump from above me as his head hits the wall behind him.

"Baby,please,"he pleads, trying to push me away from him, but I dig all ten fingers into his ass and grip hard. He lets out a choked sound and snatches at my hair. I ignore the slight pain at my scalp, sucking harder and harder with every upswing."Mel!"he growls, flinching against me as I take him until I feel him at the ring of my throat.

I pause before going forward a little more, curiously, realizing my gag reflex isn't bothering me. Happy, I take him all the way down until my nose touches his pelvis, and I whimper at the sheer feeling of him spreading my throat out.

Pure joy fills me.

Over and over I pull off and suck him back in, setting my own tempo.

My throat's on fire. My lips are going numb, saliva drips from my lips, and I shiver, feeling my body break out into a sweat.

I love this.