“Breaker . . . oh my God,” I groan.
“You need to come?” he asks.
“Yes,” I grind out, and then in a flash, the vibrator is turned off. My eyes shoot open, and I breathlessly ask, “What are you doing?”
“Making you wait for me.” He continues to pump his cock, but steps closer and closer to me until his pelvis is right at my face. “Suck me into your mouth.”
“What?” I ask.
“You heard me, Lia. Suck my cock.”
“But, I’m not—”
“Don’t,” he says. “Don’t fucking tell me you’re not good at it. Just from the look of your lips, I know you’ll make me come in seconds. So suck my fucking cock into your mouth. Now.”
So turned on but also unsure, I turn in the tub so I’m kneeling in front of him. With the vibrator still between my legs, I reach out and take his girth into my hand. His eyes squeeze shut just from the touch, which gives me confidence, and then I slowly bring him up to my mouth, where I lick along the rim.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says as his palm lands on my head. He doesn’t force me or encourage me. It’s almost like he needs to have his hand there to keep steady.
I swirl my tongue around the head a few times, pull him into my mouth, and then release him, repeating the rhythm a few times. I watch in fascination as his chest rises and falls more rapidly. I love the way his fingers dig into my scalp, and the groans that fall past his lips are so erotic that it heightens my pleasure as well.
I swirl a few more times and then remember what he said about flicking the underside of his cock. I drag my tongue to the base and then lick all the way up to the point that I know he loves the most. And that’s when I start flicking and pumping his cock with my hand at the same time.
“Motherfucker,” he breathes out. “Fuck, Lia.” His hand plays with my hair. “Your mouth. So goddamn good. So warm.” I suck him in, and his legs buckle for a moment. I pull him all the way out, then push him farther in, and when I drag him out, I let my teeth slowly skim across his length. “Fuck!” he shouts as he stiffens, and then the vibrator turns back on in full force. I moan against his cock as rapture shoots through me.
“Breaker, I’m . . . I’m there.”
“Then suck me hard,” he says, and I do. I pull on his cock so hard that I feel like I’m going to hurt him. But I don’t. I just spur him on even more, and as my orgasm climbs closer and closer, my body going numb, my vision fading. All I can think about is how I want him to come. How I want to hear his moans.
I swirl my tongue, dip my mouth over his cock, pull back with my teeth, and when I can’t hold on to my orgasm any longer, I moan loudly against the head of his length as my whole body spasms.
“So fucking . . . hot,” he says as his entire body stiffens. “Swallow me,” he says right before he pulses inside my mouth and comes.
I swallow every last drop, and when he’s done, I fall into the bathtub, trying to catch my breath as I stare up at him. He drops to his knees and reaches out to me, where he grips the back of my neck, pulling me closer to the edge.
“Fucking Christ,” he says, breathing heavily as his eyes are on mine. “Jesus, Lia.”
“Did . . . did you like that?”
“Did I like that?” he asks, shocked. “I more than liked that. I just developed an addiction to your mouth.” His thumb drags over my lips as he gently says, “My cock lives here now. This is my mouth. These are my teeth. This is my tongue.” And when I think he’s going to go in for a kiss as he pulls me closer, he kisses the top of my forehead and then pulls away. “Good night, Lia.”
He pulls away, and with a surprise protest, I say, “Wait, you’re leaving?”
“The plan was always to leave after dessert.” He stands, and I watch him stuff his penis back into his pants, but he doesn’t bother zipping up. “Get some good rest.”
And then he’s off without another word.
I don’t know how long I stay in the tub, at least until the water goes cold. I drain the water, rinse off, and then I don’t even bother with clothes as I brush my teeth and climb into bed naked, my mind flooding with thoughts of what we just did.
I reach to turn off my bedside light when my phone dings with a text message.
Breaker: Thank you for dinner, Lia.
I stare at the text for what feels like a minute. It’s such a stark contrast to the way he left my apartment. How can he just turn it on and off like that? My mind is still whirling with every erotic thing that happened between us tonight. Doesn’t he have the same thoughts? I decide to ask him because I need to understand this better.