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“I do, do I?”
“Definitely.”
His eyes were still on me, dark and demanding, and almost daring me to contradict him. I’d never done what I assumed Ian was suggesting. The only time I’d come close was in a bedroom at a high school party, and it had been terrible. Kevin had attempted to force me to blow him and the only reason I’d gotten out of it was because my friend had come down the hall looking for us.
For some reason with Ian, I was excited.
He unzipped his jeans and then pushed down the waistband of his boxer-briefs, and his cock sprung free. He gripped it with one hand, stroking absently as he studied me. “I haven’t decided what I want to teach you yet.”
My heart rate increased rapidly, the familiar heat building between my legs. There was nothing for me to say, I knew that—I had to wait for his instructions.
He was still stroking himself gently. “I liked the way you looked bent over that bed. I’ve fantasized a lot about it since.”
I flushed and glanced down at my bare knees, no longer able to look him in the eye.
“Face away from me on all fours,” he said in a low voice.
Without looking at him, I turned around and planted my hands on the ground. The wetness between my legs intensified the moment my fingers dug into the soft carpet. I couldn’t believe I was doing what he said, getting into such a vulnerable position so he could gawk at me. I knew he could see the backs of my legs all the way up to my black panties, and I only hoped he couldn’t see the wetness soaking the thin fabric.
“Good girl. You’ve passed the first lesson.”
I flushed with equal parts pride and embarrassment. What were we doing? Why was I listening to him?
“Now I want you to bend forward even more and place your right cheek on the carpet. Spread your legs.”
I obeyed, closing my eyes as I bent even lower and turned my head to the side. He could see my face now. I could no longer hide what I was feeling.
“Beautiful. Now, using both hands, I want you to reach behind you and grasp your panties, pull them down for me.”
Oh God. The beating in my heart mirrored itself between my legs as I reached behind back with both hands, balancing on my shoulders. I hooked my fingers into the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs until I was entirely exposed. I kept my fingers on them, afraid to move my hands back by my head in case that went against what he wanted.
Ian exhaled roughly. “Good girl. You look so fucking beautiful.” The couch squeaked as he shifted forward.
My breathing intensified. It sounded shaky, loud. Was he going to fuck me? If he was, I wasn’t going to stop him. I’d known there was a chance it could happen when I’d made the decision to come here.
Instead, his fingers gently dipped into my cleft, sliding forward to my clit and then back to the entrance of my pussy. It felt so good and I pushed myself into his fingers, encouraging him. I felt so naughty, so slutty lying there while he felt me up—and I wanted more. I didn’t care if that made me a slut or how I looked. In fact, the whole idea of letting him treat me like this was inexplicably making me hotter. Even my breasts felt heavy, and I knew if I opened my mouth, I’d beg him to take me.
“You like that,” he said, circling my clit. His hand moved back and then he inserted his fingers inside me. I groaned, tightening around him as he began moving in and out, in and out, until I was dripping wet and ready.
His hand pulled away and I moaned in disappointment.
“Turn around and get back on your knees before me.”
I released my panties and pushed myself back up, hurrying to turn around and face him again. He grasped the base of his cock and pushed it forward, tilting it toward me. I didn’t need any further instruction; I bent down and took it in my mouth. His hand moved to my ponytail, holding it tightly. I wasn’t sure what would feel good for him, so I tightened my lips and let him guide me up and down, licking his length at the same time.
“Fuck, Lex,” he said in a deep voice. “You’re just like me. I want you so bad.”
I wasn’t really sure what he meant, but I was too lost to care. Never had I thought I’d actually enjoy sucking a guy off. My nipples felt hard against the material of my bra and I longed to put a finger between my legs, pleasure myself while I pleasured him.
“I’ve been imagining you on your knees sucking my dick ever since you left me at that party. Have to say the real thing is much better.”
I closed my eyes against the memory. I bet he had.
Suddenly he released me. “I have an idea.” He slid off the couch and lay on the ground. “Strip and get on top of me. I’m going to lick you while you suck me off.”
I hesitated. No one had ever done that to me before.
“Do what I asked, Lex,” he said in a warning tone. “You’ve been so good up until now.”
Under his gaze, I slipped out of my skirt and moved to straddle him, but he shook his head.
“I want you completely naked.”
I bit back from pointing out that he was still wearing his jeans and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts fall free.
“Beautiful,” he murmured softly.
I paused a moment, reveling in the feel of his eyes on me, and then crawled on top of him, getting into position on all fours. His hands went to my hips and he guided me down, his tongue darting out to touch between my legs.
The feeling was indescribable. Way better than the feel of his fingers, as wonderful as that had been. I hurried to take his cock, holding it with one hand while I wrapped my lips around it.
After that I was completely run by sensation. Someone could have walked in on us and I would have continued, desperate to give Ian what he craved and feeling the sentiment reciprocated with every flick of his tongue.
As the feeling between my legs intensified, I bobbed faster on his cock, taking it further into my throat, desperate to help him find release at the same time as me. It took all my willpower not to gyrate against him.
“I’m close,” I whispered urgently.
“Me too.”
“I want you so bad too,” I moaned before taking him in my mouth again. God, I could live with his cock in my mouth.
I felt a slight twitch under my hand and then cum was shooting up his shaft and into the back of my throat. The knowledge he’d come pushed me over the edge and I came too, shaking hard. Ian’s fingers clenched into my hips, holding me down on his face as he continued the movements with his tongue.
“Please, stop,” I begged. “It’s too much.”
He released me then, groaning as I took the last of him in my mouth, swallowing quickly and licking him clean. I rolled off him and he put his arm out, an invitation to snuggle, and I gratefully scooted inside. His arm instantly tightened around me and I rested my head on his chest.
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“Holy shit,” he breathed, staring at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling. “That was... Holy shit, Lex.”
“I know,” I whispered, my eyes on his chest. But I wasn’t really seeing it. I was still coming down from the high, the delicious feeling still pulsing between my legs.
His arm tightened around me again and he kissed the top of my head. “I’m going to grab us a blanket.”
He stood up, and I rolled onto my side in a fetal position, resting my head on my arm. For some reason, I had no desire to pull on my clothes and hide. Besides, my limbs still felt like jelly. I doubted I could crawl.
Ian returned a moment later with his duvet, halting to stare down at me. “You’re so beautiful. Do you know that?”
I turned my head to look up at him. His jeans were still hanging open, exposing his grey boxer-briefs underneath. I loved the way they rested against his taut stomach.
“And you’re like the sexiest guy alive. Are you a model or something?”
He chuckled and moved back into his old position, guiding me to rest on his chest again as he covered us with the duvet. “Seriously, though—I read a woman lying on her side is the sexiest position, and in your case it’s definitely true. I wish I could take a picture and show it off to all my friends.”
“You’d better not!” I said and punched him playfully. He caught my fist easily and brought it up to his lips to kiss.
“Nah, I’m too possessive. That’s a sight for my eyes only.”
Warmth spread through me. I couldn’t believe I was where I was: lying in Ian’s arms, the heat of his body warming mine. I never wanted to move.
“Good old fashioned 69.” Ian shook his head, amused. “I haven’t done that since high school.”
I swallowed. “Why didn’t you...” I let my question trail off, feeling suddenly embarrassed for asking.
He grinned and turned his head to face me. “Why didn’t I what? Sleep with you?”
I nodded, biting my lip.
His grin widened before he gently pressed his lips to my forehead. “Because I’m trying to take it slow with you, believe it or not,” he confessed. “Everything is different with you. Usually I would go straight to sleeping with a girl. And even that was never as intense as what we’ve done.”
