Page 17 of Totally Played (Love In Play #5)

Chapter sixteen

Ashley

A laugh rumbles through his chest, and it’s like the balloon of tension that has been holding us both back bursts, and his mouth is suddenly on mine.

The stubble on his two-day-old shave scratches at my skin, and it’s an incredible sensation I can’t imagine ever tiring of.

There is a raw carnal need driving us forward, his hands jumping from one place to another, like they want to be everywhere at once and when his fingers slide up the back of my neck and slip through my hair as he pulls me close, I moan into his kiss and reach for his jeans.

It only takes a second to unzip him and release his hard thick cock. His kiss moves along my jaw to my neck, and when I grip his length, he bites down on the soft skin with a heavy groan.

“Oh god yeah,” he breathes, the warmth of his breath sending a shudder through me to my rock-hard cock, and I guide him back against the couch. His lips are swollen and a deeper shade of pink, perfectly open and breathing heavily.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

He nods, glancing down to his hard, perfect cock, glistening with precome. I kneel between his legs.

I pull his jeans down under his ass, to release him fully, and then give him a slow stroke. His eyes flutter closed for a moment before his head lolls back.

“We can stop at any time,” I say, and he opens his eyes and smirks, that small heart-shaped freckle shimmering in the soft light of the living room.

“I know. I don’t want you to stop. I want to know what it feels like to have your mouth around me. In my fantasy, it was good, but I’m guessing the real thing is way better.”

“Let’s find out,” I reply, and then I wrap my lips around him, sucking him deep into my throat and then coming off with a pop.

“Worse, same or better?” I ask, stroking him again.

“Way better, can I have more, please?”

“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you everything you dreamed of.”

He reaches forward, slipping his fingers through my hair, a devilish grin on his lips, and then I take him into my throat again, then pull back and swirl my tongue over his crown.

“I can’t believe how good this is,” he sighs, eyes fluttering closed again for a moment before he forces them open to watch me work him.

“Can I try that?” he asks, and I release him, swiping my tongue up his length and over his slit. “You want to try…this?” I ask.

He nods. “Fuck, yeah, I want to try that.”

I stand between his thighs and unclip my belt, noticing his hands are shaking a little, but his eager stare watching my fingers work open my fly spurs me on.

He’ll tell me if he wants to stop. He might be new to this, but he wants it.

He wants me. That thought sends a surge of electricity through me, and my cock pulses in anticipation, begging me to hurry up and release him so that Calvin can wrap those perfectly plump lips around it.

“That corset is so hot,” he says, as he reaches his hands up to my chest, then slowly he drags them down again until his fingers loop into the waist of my pants.

He blinks slowly, chest rising and falling in time and then without a moment more of hesitation, he pulls them down, freeing my hard thick cock. It springs in front of him.

“You have to tell me if I suck,” he says, peering up at me with those gorgeous blue-gray eyes, and that perfect heart-shaped freckle that I love.

“That’s kind of the point.” I laugh, and he shakes his head as he nervously reaches up and grips my base.

“You know what I mean. I’ve never done this. I might not be good at it, you have to…teach me.”

“Oh hell,” I say, a shudder rolling through me. “Saying shit like that is going to make this an embarrassingly short experience.”

“Oh, you have a thing for role-plays, do you?” he asks, suddenly full of confidence, stroking me a couple of times as he waits for my reply.

“I had a crush on a professor in college and spent many nights fantasizing about him keeping me after class. But he’s got nothing on you.”

He smiles up at me and then turns his attention back to my throbbing cock.

His gaze moves up and down with his hand as if he’s memorizing every vein, and then as if he just had to have me before he chickened out, he wraps those perfect lips around my cock and takes me deep into his throat. He gags and pulls away.

“Shit, sorry.” He coughs.

“Maybe save deep throating until you’ve had some practice. Did you want to stop?”

“No way, you taste amazing. I want to keep going, if you want me to.”

Looking down at him, those big puppy dog eyes practically begging to have my cock in his mouth, how could I ever say no?

“Take it slow, and if you want, you can use your tongue to swirl and help suck.”

He nods and takes me into his warm, wet mouth. I grip the sides of my waist tight, the corset preventing me from breaking the skin with my nails as I try to keep from filling his throat after only a few seconds.

After a minute, he’s found a rhythm, stroking and sucking, swirling his tongue around my crown when he moves upward, and sucking it hard against my shaft as he goes down. My balls are tight, pulses of pleasure rolling through me with every thrust into his mouth.

“I’m close,” I warn, but he doesn’t pull away; he starts taking me faster. “Oh god, Calvin. That’s so good,” I moan, and his free hand slides up the back of my thigh to grip my ass and pull me to him harder.

“I can’t hold on,” I groan, and a second later, my orgasm hits hard. I come, spilling over the sides of his lips and down his chin. My ass clenching, balls pulsing as he tries to take it all before pulling away, a wide proud smile on his painted lips.

“I’m sure I’ll get better at that part,” he says, swiping his palm over his chin.

“It was perfect.”

I kneel between his thighs. “Can I finish you now?” I ask.

“I won’t last long, not after that.”

“What makes you think that’s a bad thing? The way I see it, the faster you come, the sooner I get to taste you, too.”

He shuffles back a little and I slide my palms up his thighs.

When he leans back on my couch, propping one arm behind his head and making the bicep bulge, I have to stop myself from launching forward and running my tongue along the crease of the muscle.

I want to taste the sweet saltiness of his skin, but I have another part of him I want to taste first.

He watches me intently as I take him. He’s heavy in my mouth, thick, hard, and perfect.

His brow creases when I swallow him deep into my throat, like he’s trying to decipher how I do it.

To learn from me. I’m sure he’s had head before, from women in his past. But I’m the first man, and seeing how hard he is, how tightly he grips the lounge, as his thighs tense and release in time with my movements, how locked his hungry stare is on every move I make, has me burning inside.

The thought of being his first, teaching him what I like, is hot as hell, but even more so, the thought of discovering what he likes, together, is more of a turn-on than anything I’ve ever felt.

I need more. I let him slip free from my lips.

“Tell me what you like,” I say, and he bites at his lower lip, a smile teasing at the corner of his mouth. “Really, I want to know.”

“I liked how it feels when your throat is tight around my head,” he says, and I immediately take him all the way down, and his fingers clench the couch cushion as my throat tightens around him.

I come off again.

“What else?” I ask, and he scrubs his hand through his hair, cheeks flushed.

“I love feeling your scruff against my skin. It’s…different to anything I’ve ever felt before.”

“Like this?” I ask, pressing a kiss to his thigh, then skimming up toward his balls and brushing my cheek over them before sucking them into my mouth for a moment.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he groans, and I grip his base and stroke him slow as I suck and release his balls, swiping my cheeks over their sensitive skin in between.

His cock grows thicker, and his balls tighten.

He’s close, but I don’t just want to make him come.

I want to taste him when he does. I wrap my lips around him again, and when his cockhead is deep at the back of my throat, I hum a moan that vibrates around him.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, gripping the cushion beside him tighter as his heat fills me.

His hips thrust up as I continue to suck and slurp along his length, teasing out every drop until he’s softened and slips free. His chest rises and falls as he catches his breath, a warm glow to his cheeks and a satisfied smile on those perfect lips.

“That was incredible,” he sighs, sitting forward.

I grab the back of his neck and kiss him hard.

My tongue forces its way past his lips, desperate to taste us together, and fuck, it’s incredible.

His hands slide around to my back and fiddle with the strings of the corset.

I’m about to pull away to help him, but then the pressure around my chest loosens, and he’s moved to the front to unlink the clasps.

His palms slide along my bare skin, over my shoulders, taking the corset with them, and every fiber of my body is on fire, burning only for him.

He breaks the kiss.

“What else can you teach me?”

My cock is already thickening again, and those words make my whole body vibrate with delight.

“Anything you like.”

“That’s the problem,” he says with a half-smile, glancing down at our naked bodies. “I don’t know what I like.”

“Let’s find out, together,” I say, cupping his face on one side. “How about a shower?”

“Together?”

I pump my brows. “You think I’m going to pass up an opportunity to soap up that sexy-as-fuck body of yours?”

His blush deepens, and my thumb swipes over the tiny heart-shaped freckle that I love.

“Can we fool around some more in there, too?” he asks, and I stand and head toward the bedroom and my en suite.

“Come with me, baby, and we can do whatever you want.”