Chapter 1: The First Surprise
The vanilla-scented air felt thick, charged, as I moved down his body. My mouth followed the trail my fingers had just traced, over the tense planes of his stomach. He was watching me, his breath already shallow. I took him into my mouth, slow and deliberate, my tongue circling his length. A ragged groan tore from his throat, his hands fisting in the crimson comforter.
I lost myself in the rhythm, in the taste and the weight of him, feeling him swell further. His hips lifted slightly, a silent plea. That’s when I let my fingers drift lower, skating past the base of his cock, over his perineum. He tensed for a split second. “What are you—?” he started, his voice strangled.
I didn’t answer with words. My mouth continued its work, steady and consuming, as my thumb pressed firmly against that hidden pucker through the soft cotton of his boxers. The rest of his question dissolved into a sharp, shuddering gasp. I pressed the pad of my thumb in a slow, insistent circle, feeling the muscle there clench and then, gradually, begin to yield. A full-body tremor wracked him, and his moan was deeper now, guttural, lost.