“Oh my God, Pep. It was fantastic. You don’t think I didn’t like it, do you?”
I shrug a little and glance away from him. He sits up, turning to face me more.
Putting a hand on each side of my face, he looks me in the eyes and grins. “I loved every second of it, and I can’t wait to do it again.”
He searches my gaze before leaning in, laying a sweet kiss on my lips. I sigh against him, my toes curling with the warmth seeping over my body.
“I can’t wait either,” I say, glancing down at his ankle. “Whenever you’re ready, of course.” I lay my head back on his chest, enjoying the moment.
We sit for a while, watching the chef on-screen pour alcohol over candy in a hot pan to boil it down. I can’t pay attention because of Ben’s scent, the touch of his fingertips as they skim across my arm, the thump of his heart where my head is resting. Without realizing it, my hand drifts up and over him, skimming along his stomach until it meets the hem of his shirt, and I run one finger right along the sliver of skin above his athletic shorts. I can feel his abs clench, as if it tickles, and I grin. His heart starts beating faster, and I raise my head to find his eyes on me.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he says, clearing his throat.
I continue my tickling, enjoying his reaction and also getting to touch his fantastic body. Too bad his ankle is sprained. I would love to jump his bones right now.
I let my finger drift down, tucking under the waistband of his shorts, and he inhales a quick breath. I don’t stop rubbing back and forth. His hand has stilled on my arm, gripping a little as he freezes. I can’t stop, or I’ll lose my courage. I mean, I’ve seen his penis before. I’ve touched his penis before. But I’ve never put my mouth on it, and I’m not stopping until I do—right now. Come hell or high water.
I push my hand a bit lower, testing the limit before I feel his hips shift. His shorts don’t hide much, and I can see how I’m affecting him. He wants this to happen, but I know he’ll try to stop me.
“Pepper,” he says, a warning in his voice.
Bingo.
“Shh,” I say. “Let me take care of you. I want to.”
His mouth opens, but I shake my head again. I push his shorts the rest of the way down, letting his dick pop free of the confining fabric, and I stare at it.
“Everything okay?” Ben asks, his tone strained.
“Yep, just inspecting the specimen.”
God, why am I so awkward?
“Does it meet your scientific approval?” Ben asks.
I glance up to see his eyebrow raised and one side of his mouth quirked up. “It’s exquisite.”
I look back down and wrap one hand around it, the softness surprising me since it looks so … well, hard. I touched it briefly the other night, putting the condom on, but now, I get to feel it and memorize it. I lower my head, and I hear Ben groan as my lips wrap around the tip. I brush my tongue across him, tasting his skin. I tilt so I can look at him, and he has his eyes closed, his head thrown back.
He brings one hand up and pushes it through my hair, gripping lightly as I move down, taking him in further.
“God,” he moans.
I feel him tense every time I flick my tongue back and forth on the underside of the head. It seems all my research into the best blow job might pay off. I pull back, and he opens his eyes to look at me.
“Tell me what you like,” I say, shyly dropping my eyes.
Really? Now, you are shy?
“I like anything you do.”
“Okay, well, tell me if you don’t.”
“Not possible.”
I smile and fist him again, wrapping my hand around the base and feeling how hot his skin is. I bend back down, placing my mouth around him again, and go lower. The tip hits the back of my throat, and I pop back off, gagging slightly.
“God,” I say, wiping my lips.
Ben chuckles. “You don’t have to go all the way down. Here, put your lips around me, and I’ll do some of the work.”
I nod and do as he said.
His hips keep rhythm, making my head bob, meeting me every time I go down, and a groan punctuates each suck on the way back up. He’s careful not to go too far in, which I appreciate.
I add a hand, twisting along the base of his cock as I continue to take him in and out of my mouth. This is probably the most erotic thing I’ve ever done.
“Pepper,” Ben says, gritting his teeth.
He tugs on my head, trying to pull me up, but I stay where I am, continuing to twist, suck, and lick. A human vacuum really. What I lack in experience, I make up for in enthusiasm.
“Pep,” Ben says again, this time pulling hard.
I stop to raise my head and look at him. He fists himself as he brings my head to his mouth, crushing his lips against mine. I feel something warm hit my hand, where it rests on his stomach. His tongue probes my lips, and I open, letting him push in, tasting me as he angles his head more. I groan as he pulls back, planting a light kiss on my nose before I open my eyes.
“I wanted to finish you off,” I say, looking down to where his cum lies in lines across his halfway-bared stomach and shirt.
“I’m sorry. I forgot to ask before, and it was all happening so fast.” He pulls his T-shirt off over his head and wipes himself off before popping his shorts back into place. He balls up the shirt and places it on the floor. “But believe me, that was fuckin’ sexy,” he says.
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