Chapter 6: First BJ
The pressure was immense, a stretching, filling presence that made his jaw ache and his eyes water. Jess’s hand remained firm on the back of his head, not forcing, but holding him in that perfect, impossible tension.
“There you go,” she murmured, her voice a low thrum of approval. “Just breathe through your nose. Relax your throat.” Her thumb stroked the short hairs at his nape, a soothing counterpoint to the overwhelming fullness in his mouth. He focused on the sound of her breathing, on the faint, musky scent of her skin, and willed his muscles to unclench.
He felt the thick ridge of her head push just a fraction deeper, and a gag reflex threatened at the very back of his throat. He swallowed hard, fighting it down.
“Good boy,” she whispered, and the praise went straight to his core, warming him more effectively than any instruction. “Now, use your tongue. Don’t just sit there. Make it interesting for me.”
He tried. His tongue, trapped beneath the heavy weight, moved in a slow, exploratory lick along the frenulum. The skin was incredibly soft there, like velvet over steel.
A sharp, gratifying intake of breath from above. “Yes. Exactly like that. Now suck. Gently. Like you’re trying to get the last bit of a milkshake.”
He obeyed, his cheeks hollowing as he applied a gentle suction. The combined sensation of his tongue working and the soft pull of his mouth made her hips give a tiny, involuntary jerk. The movement pushed her another millimeter deeper, and he groaned around her, the vibration eliciting a deep, throaty sound from her.
“Look at me, Alexey.”
His watery blue eyes, wide with effort and arousal, drifted upwards to meet hers. Holding her gaze while his mouth was so violently occupied was the most intimate, exposing thing he had ever done. He was completely vulnerable, and she was watching every flicker of sensation cross his face.
“That’s it,” she said, her dark eyes gleaming. “Don’t look away. I want to see you working for it.”
He continued, his rhythm becoming less clumsy, more intentional. Lick, suck, swallow. The taste of her was addictive now, a clean, salty prelude that coated his tongue. His own arousal was a demanding ache, his cock straining painfully against his zipper. The instinct to touch himself, to find some relief for the tight heat coiling in his gut, was a powerful, primal pull.
Without thinking, his hands came up from his knees, his fingers reaching to wrap around the base of her shaft to steady himself.
Jess’s reaction was instantaneous. Her own hands, which had been tangled in his hair, shot down and caught his wrists in a firm, unyielding grip. “Ah, ah, ah,” she chided, her voice a low, playful scold that brooked no argument. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She held his wrists firmly, her thumbs pressing into his pulse points. “When you please me with that pretty mouth,” she stated, her eyes locking with his startled gaze, “you do it with only your mouth.” She released his wrists and gave them a light, dismissive tap. “No hands.”
Alexey’s arms fell back to his sides, his face flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and sharpened arousal. The denial made the act feel even more intensely focused, more submissive.
A brilliant, wicked idea sparked in Jess’s eyes. “I have a better idea,” she purred, leaning forward slightly, her presence enveloping him. “Why don’t you take your hands behind your back and keep them there.”
He hesitated for only a second, his blue eyes wide. Then, slowly, he complied, folding his arms behind the small of his back. The posture arched his chest forward and made him feel profoundly exposed, his balance now entirely dependent on her.
“And remember,” Jess said, her voice dropping to a husky, intimate whisper as her hands returned to cradle his head. “Eye contact all the time.”
She didn’t wait for a response. Applying gentle but undeniable pressure, she guided his head forward, pushing herself a little deeper into his mouth. The stretch was immediate and breathtaking, forcing a low, muffled groan from his throat. His eyes, wide and watering, remained locked on hers, reflecting the city lights and his complete surrender.
A soft, genuine smile touched her lips. "God, I love your enthusiasm," she murmured, her voice thick with a mix of surprise and sheer admiration. "This obvious desire to please me before yourself… it’s a hell of a turn-on, I’m not gonna complain, that’s for sure. Hehe."
She guided him forward another inch, and the thick head hit the back of his throat. His body convulsed in a sudden, reflexive gag, his eyes squeezing shut for a second before he forced them open again, pleading and watery.
She immediately eased the pressure, her hands becoming gentle cradles instead of guides. "Shhh, that’s okay. You’re doing sooooooo good for a first timer." Her thumb wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eye. "And you’re doing everything I say without asking a single question—trust is everything, Alexey."
He moaned around her, the sound a vibration of pure, desperate agreement. The look in his eyes was no longer just of strain, but of devout pleading, a silent beg for her approval.
She giggled, a light, airy sound that danced through the charged air. "Don’t worry," she whispered, her fingers stroking through his sweat-dampened hair. "We will be practicing regularly from now on. That is, if you want to see me again after this."
His response was an immediate, fervent nod, his mouth still working diligently around her. The moan that rumbled in his chest was answer enough.
For the next ten minutes, the only sounds were the wet, soft rhythm of his mouth, her occasional soft sighs, and the distant hum of the city. He learned the map of her with his tongue, tracing veins and exploring the smooth, flared head until her taste was the only thing he knew. His jaw ached, his knees were numb, but a profound, quiet pride settled in him with every shiver and gasp he pulled from her.
She watched him, her breathing gradually deepening, her composure beginning to fray at the edges. Her hips started to make tiny, involuntary circles, meeting the rhythm of his mouth. "That's it... just like that," she breathed, her voice losing its playful edge and dipping into something raw and needful. "You're a natural."
Her hands tightened in his hair, not to push, but to hold on. The fairy lights seemed to blur and swim in his vision as he devoted himself entirely to the task, to her. He was lost in the sensation, in the service, in the overwhelming reality of her.
A deep, guttural sound started low in her chest, a warning rumble that vibrated through his entire skull. Her fingers tightened almost painfully in his hair, holding him perfectly still as her hips gave one final, stuttering thrust.
"Don't you dare move," she growled, the command raw and strained.
Then she came with a guttural, uninhibited roar that seemed to shake the very air around them. Hot, thick pulses flooded his mouth, one after another, an astonishing volume that just kept coming. He swallowed frantically, his throat working overtime, but it was too much, too fast—the salty, distinct taste overflowing past his lips and dripping down his chin.
A final, powerful spurt caught him by surprise, some of the fluid actually managing to spatter across the tip of his nose. He kept swallowing, eyes wide and watering, until the intense pulses finally began to subside.
Then, in a movement so sudden it made him gasp, she dropped to her knees before him. Her hands, now incredibly gentle, framed his sticky face. "Oh, my god, Alexey," she breathed, her voice wrecked and full of wonder.
She didn't seem to care about the mess at all. She kissed his forehead, his eyelids, the corners of his mouth where cum still glistened. "You were so good. So, so good for me."
She hugged him tightly, her skin hot against his, her laughter a breathless, joyful sound in his ear. "That was... fuck. I have no words. You have no idea how much pleasure you just gave me."
He finally remembered how to breathe, his arms still locked obediently behind his back. A shaky, disbelieving laugh escaped his own lips. He felt dizzy, used, and more proud than he could ever remember feeling.
She pulled back just enough to look at him, her dark eyes shining with genuine affection and residual heat. Her thumb gently wiped a stray drop from his nose, and she smiled, a real, unguarded smile that reached her eyes. "Look at you. My gorgeous, messy boy."