“Take off your dress,” Grey said quietly, barely two seconds after he’d shut the door of the room in the hotel that we had become so familiar with.
My hand reached around to unzip the dress before my mind had even processed the request. The unzipping seemed deafeningly loud in the quiet room, as did the rustle of fabric as I stood from the hotel chair and let the dress drop to the floor. I lifted my arms and ruffled my hair, allowing him the full view of the black lingerie that he’d specifically requested.
Grey kissed me. His lips were a lot softer than they looked, and his beard a lot more course. It tickled in a way that made me squeal and tighten up my muscles, but not the kind of way that made me want it to stop. I liked the flipping-stomach feeling I got when his lips moved along to my jawline, and then my earlobe, and then down my throat to the little dip at the bottom. It was like being on a rollercoaster, dropping from several hundred feet in the air. Each time he shifted his position and his beard tickled another, previously un-touched section of skin, my stomach flipped; and when his lips planted the softest, sweetest kisses along my collarbone, it flipped again. Unlike virtually every rollercoaster I’d ever ridden in my life, this was one ride I didn’t want to get off. Not ever. I wanted to ride it every day for the rest of my life.
Standing back to lift his shirt over his head, I genuinely felt as though I might burst from how much I wanted him. He revealed himself to me slowly, inch by inch. I couldn’t drag my eyes away. He was exquisitely built, with rounded, muscly shoulders on top of a toned, but not chiselled torso. The veins on his arms popped through his skin, and he had a light spattering of dark hair across his chest that I wanted to lazily run my fingers through.
I’d seen him topless once or twice before, but only then did I fully appreciate how truly delicious his body was. Unable to wait any longer, I reached for his belt, fiddled with it for a moment, and managed to get it open. He didn’t move a muscle as I reached for the buttons of his jeans next. He just looked down at me with a slightly bemused expression on his face, obviously enjoying how whipped up into a frenzy he’d managed to work me into. My fingers shook as I worked on the buttons, undoing them one by one, slowly, with a resounding ‘pop’ each time. I wasn’t sure if it was the excitement that was making my hands tremble, or my mounting arousal, but something was making it increasingly more difficult to achieve the simplest of tasks.
With a flirty grin, I dropped to my knees and tugged on his boxers. His cock wasn’t quite yet hard, which disappointed me a little. That was easy enough to resolve, though. Running my pointed black nails up and down his thighs, I placed a light and delicate kiss on his shaft. When he groaned, I did it again. To my joy, he began to rise to the occasion… and continue to rise.
What is it that they say? Oh, yes: a grower, not a shower.
“I… um… normally can’t come from a blowjob,” Grey quietly warned, but of course, I just took it as a challenge.
I looked up and made eye contact with him as I slid his length inside my mouth. The scent of his cologne engulfed me, a mixture of spice, leather, and musk. That, blended with his natural scent was an intoxicating mix, and it had a direct effect on my cunt. I could feel the wetness soaking through my G-string, and squeezing my thighs together just made things so much worse.
“Oh, my god, yes…” The words erupted out of him.
Pulling him free from my mouth, I rolled my hands up and down his dick. “Tell me what feels good,” I said. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come in that smart mouth of yours,” he quickly growled.
“Well,” I purred, licking a droplet of precum from his tip. “Let’s see I that’s something I can do.”
Taking him deep in my mouth, I picked up the pace, rolling my tongue around him. Every now and then, I’d force him as deep as I could. It would make me gag a little every time, but his fists clenched a little tighter each time I did.
I rolled his balls around in my hand, paying special attention to one, then the other. When his entire body started to shake and they grew tight, I knew it wouldn’t take long to win the challenge. I wasn’t ready for it to finish yet, though; so, just when I felt him get right to the edge, I stopped.
“What the fuck?” His cry was so loud, I was sure everyone in the rooms along the hallway must have heard it. All it did was spur me on more, though. I wanted to tease him more, torment him more, prolong his fantasy to come in my mouth more and more and more…
Flashing a wicked smile, I licked from the very bottom to the top of his dick. “How much do you want to come?” I asked, my eyes wide.
“Please.” It was less of a word and more of an explosion of breath, but it conveyed his message perfectly.
I barely waited for the words to slide from his lips before I took him back into my mouth, gently sucking my way down to the bottom before coming back to the top again. Working faster this time, I used my mouth and hands together to steadily nudge him closer to the edge.
He placed his hands on my head and gently grasped my hair. I could sense he wanted to go further. Not wanting to break from my rhythmic rolling and sucking motion, I tilted my head and made eye contact with him, sending permission through my gaze. It was clearly received; he painfully grabbed two fistfuls of hair and held my head in place.
I rested my hands by my thighs as he took over, thrusting his dick into my mouth over and over again. Deep, hard, and almost rageful, his balls loudly slapped my chin, and his pubic hair tickled my nose.
“Oh, fuck,” he spat out between gritted teeth. “I’m close.”
Grey fucked my face in a jagged rhythm, and I could sense that he was holding himself back a little. I heard his breathing get faster, watched as the muscles in his legs spasmed, and thoroughly enjoyed the way his dick throbbed and twitched inside my mouth.
A loud roar burst from his throat as the first jets of his enjoyment hit the back of mine. I struggled to swallow and breathe with him buried so deep, gagging as the second jet hit, then the third, then the fourth. He seemed to spurt and judder forever, my throat desperately trying to swallow before the next jet came along. Eventually, of course, it stopped, and we both collapsed into a heap on the floor.
“I thought you couldn’t come from a blowjob?” I grinned, still swallowing.
“I didn’t think I could,” he laughed. “I normally don’t.”
It was probably a bullshit line, but my chest puffed up with pride, nevertheless; and sucking Grey’s dick became my new absolute favourite thing to do.
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