I rock back on the floor, laughing so hard. I’ve never felt this excited and peaceful at the same time before. Within a half-hour, I’ve roughly sketched the masterpiece that is Glitch. “You want to see it?”
“You’re done already?”
“For now.” With the great conversations we’ve been having, time flew by. Plus, I’m a fast sketcher when I have a great model.
“Tada!” I spin it around and Glitch’s eyes widen. “You like?” It’s rough but won’t stay that way. I have a plan for this masterpiece.
“You only drew my face.”
“I know.” My wicked ways are devious and genius.
“I thought you were drawing my whole body.” He laughs, gesturing at his nakedness.
“Oh.” I jab a finger towards the larger canvases. “You want me to get one of the three-by-six canvases out and draw you an actual true-to-size dick pic?”
Glitch’s burst of laughter rocks the entire room. His head is thrown back, his abs contracting, and his hard-on bounces as he keeps laughing. “God, I fucking love you.”
My breath catches. I know it’s just a saying, but it didn’t feel innocent. It felt true. And I find myself crawling across the floor of my studio to get to him. I stop by his feet and stare up at the most perfect man I’ve ever met, and I can’t believe this night has been so damn magical. And then it gets even better.
Glitch cups the side of my cheek and says, “Heyyy, Kitty.”
I want to suck him off so bad, I almost beg for it.
Chapter 14
Glitch
This date keeps elevating, and I don’t want it to ever stop. As I stare down at Ara looking up at me like a little cat, I’m spiraling. I want to fuck her mouth. I want to fuck her pussy. I want to slam her against the window and fuck her in the ass. I want to eat her cunt and dump paint all over her body just to run my fingers through a rainbow of colors on her sweet skin.
I’m not leaving this studio without that painting of her I found earlier.
Hell, I’m not leaving this studio without making it clear that she’s mine. Today. Tomorrow. Forever.
The sun’s starting to rise and the rays creep into her studio. With my hand on her cheek, I guide her mouth to my length.
“Put that pretty, hot little mouth on me, Kitty.”
She opens eagerly and licks the ridge of my head. I lose my breath. Ara delivers more than my expectations can handle. She rises onto her knees and sucks me down until I hit the back of her throat. I’m not even halfway in, and I swear I see stars. She sucks me hard, and the hollows of her cheeks are defined as she pulls back.
Holy fucking shit. Ara could likely suck my soul right out of my dick with her level of enthusiasm.
I grab the back of her head and guide her down my length again. I pull back to let her twirl her tongue around my head before I thrust forward to fuck her mouth a little more. “You feel so good, Kitty.” My register is damn deep while I talk. “My dirty little artist has a mouth made to suck my cock.”
She lets out a little groan. It zings through my balls.
“Fuck, Ara, that’s it. Take me down. A little more, that’s it.” I rock into her mouth slowly as she slurps at me. That sound will be my kryptonite. “Stroke it.” With both my hands threaded in her hair at this point, I fuck her pretty mouth until I can’t breathe. She’s so good, so perfect, so wild on her knees, using one hand to stroke my base while twirling and sucking my head, her other hand grips around my damn balls, massaging and tugging and squeezing.
“Such a good girl, making me feel this good.” I’m close. So close. “I want you to swallow me, Kitty. Take everything I’m gonna give you. Don’t waste a fucking drop.”
She picks up pace and sucks harder.
“That’s it, Kitty.”
Her eyelashes flutter and have clumped together. She stares up at me with my dick in her mouth and tears clinging to her long eyelashes and there’s fire in her eyes.
“Awww fuuuuuck.” My balls draw up, the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I climax like a storm unleashed. I’m trapped at her mercy as I unload down her throat. I can’t move. My thighs flex, my shoulders slam the wall, and she leans forward, desperate to take as much of me down her throat as she can. My cock pulses and I keep coming. Even after I think it’s over, she doesn’t let up. Ara swirls her tongue around my sensitive tip and sucks me back down again.
A deep, guttural growl tears out of my throat.
My fingers in her hair tighten as she gently sucks the head, doing all kinds of sinful things with her tongue and before I know it, I’m about to come a second time. I pull out and start to jack off. “Open your mouth and hold out your tongue.”