“Well… I mean… how am I supposed to stay cool in a situation like that?” he asked with a causal smirk, that one half lidded amber yellow eye watching you seductively while his heavy fringe covered his other eye.
You maintained eye contact and grasped his shaft with your hand, the pre-cum sliding down and settling on the ridge of your thumb while you bent your head down slowly towards him.
“Lick it like it’s a melted ice cream, just… tongue it all the way up, lick it clean,” you coached yourself, opening you mouth and poking your tongue out then connecting with his slick and dragging back up to the top- licking him clean.
You felt the veins on his cock bulge and he went even harder as you did this, the look on his face giving you more serotonin than any pills could.
“So you like me licking you like a lollipop then?” you mused out loud.
“I also like it when you say it like that too,” he replied with a smirk, “do it again.”
“With pleasure!” you replied, poking your tongue out again.
You licked up the underside once more then flicked your tongue over his tip, his cock twitching heavily like it had done the first time you did that.
Getting more into it you slid the tip into your mouth and sucked, swirling your tongue around and listening to him release carnal grunts and groans as he watched you gently devour his dick.
“How deep can you go?” he asked curiously as you pulled off.
“Probably not far,” you admitted with an embarrassed chuckle, “I’m new to this.”
“Give it a shot,” he encouraged, “I like how it looks.”
“So he’s a visual… I guess as long as it LOOKS good it will probably FEEL good?” you thought.
You opened your mouth a little wider and pushed his member deeper into your mouth, pushing right down until the tip of his cock hit your uvula then you made a small gagging noise and pulled back.
“Sorry, that noise was weird,” you laughed.
“Gagging noises are hot!” he said emphatically, “never apologize for that. You know what else is hot, letting your hair touch my legs.”
“Oh?” you replied, tilting to let your [short hair/long hair/curls/braids/weave/spikes etc…] touch his leg.
“Mmmmmm,” he hummed, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling, enjoying the soft sensation against his bare thigh, “that feels nice.”
“Why is it nice?” you asked curiously.
“Because it tickles… and I feel close to you,” he admitted, looking back down at you and reaching down to cup your chin in hand, “come up here, I want to kiss those lips,” he uttered lowly.
You crawled up his body, one hand still wrapped around his cock and you stroked his length as your parted lips met with his.
The kiss was slow and unhurried and you toyed with his length while you made out, smearing his slick around over the tip of his cock, enjoying having his hilt in your hand.
“Your hand fits me so well, like you were made to hold me like that,” he whispered against your lips, pulling back and kissing your jawline to your ear then nibbling on your earlobe and pulling between his lips.
You sighed and giggled a little as his lips and tongue tickled your outer ear and neck.
As he finished up you wiggled back down his body and took him in your mouth again, determined to make him feel as good as what he had been making you feel.
“Mmmmm,” he groaned as you pumped him in and out of your mouth slowly, “yeah, that feels good.”
You looked up at him and hummed as you worked, acknowledging what he had just said and his eyes rolled back as you did it.
“That feels good too,” he groaned.
You hummed again as you sucked on him and he let out a little louder moan, his deep voice sounding so sexy as he responded to your ministries.
“Maybe I should try and get him a little deeper,” you thought, forcing him further into your mouth.
He groaned eagerly in response and you did it again, squinting as the head of his cock brushed the back of your throat.
“Keep that up,” he groaned out in a raspy voice, his chest riding and falling as he gripped onto the lounge with one hand and his shirt with the other, “I’ll give you a warning this time and catch it in my shirt, I can always wash it off in the sink.”
You nodded a little and kept pumping your lips up and down his length, your throat and mouth getting tired from this unusual exercise.
“I’m almost there,” he whispered huskily, “oh shit… Y/N, woah… I’m…”
“Ha! Bitch! You thought I was going to stop. Not this time. I’m ready for you.” You leered to yourself.
“I’m gonna blow,” he groaned but you kept going, pumping a little faster as the end drew near.
You felt him tense then his cock throbbed into your throat and you quickly swallowed the salty liquid down, smiling as he gasped and groaned underneath you.
“How was that?” you asked with a smirk, pulling off him and smiling innocently.
“W-Wait… did you?”
You nodded and opened your mouth to show him it was empty and he chuckled.
“That’s the hottest move of all. You and your damn power move, short stack.”
“Call me short stack again and I’ll bite your dick off,” you retorted playfully, “I deserve a better title.”
“Queen of suck?” he offered.
“Tit,” you deadpanned, “you’re lying there with your dick out and you have the AUDACITY to pull a stunt like that… what kind of a title is that? I’ll give myself the title – I’ll be ‘The Queen of Sucking Tit.”
You cackled as you heard the words leave your mouth and he laughed along with you, reaching out to grab you and pull you down onto him for a hug as he used one hand to pull his pants up under you.
“You’re a real one, Y/N,” he said lovingly as he kissed your temple, “let have that first date soon. You tell me when and I’ll make it happen.”
“Who says I want to date you now, huh?” you replied teasingly, “I’m a queen now. What’s your title?”
“Duke Titty of Y/N-ville,” he replied seriously.
“You’re an idiot,” you chuckled playfully, biting at his chin, “I’ll duke your titty.”
“Don’t you even dare,” he replied with a lowkey hyena laugh.
You were both still chuckling when the home phone rang and you both looked up at it as it sat there shaking on the chair side table.