I was hypnotized by the way his lips made love to the cigarette with each draw of nicotine. He reached down and grabbed his dick with his other hand and began to stroke it while his eyes raked over my body.
“Come here,” he said, motioning to me with a backward jerk of his head.
I hesitated, watching his cock harden before my eyes. With absolutely no shame at all, he never stopped fondling himself as he spoke to me. “It’s time for your first lesson. I’m going to teach you how to suck a cock properly.”
I’ll admit I gulped. With good reason, given my first attempt. But it was his penis’s funeral. Knowing there was no other choice, I walked over to where he sat and kneeled between his opened legs to await further instruction.
“You misunderstand. I want you to sit on the couch.” He extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray on the table before standing and then pulling me to do so as well. I sat on the couch where Noah placed me, and he was right in front of me. All of him.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, Delaine. It’s the easiest way I know to show you. Once you see what I like, it should be easier for you the next time. I hope you’re a fast learner.”
He took his dick in one hand and put the other on the back of my head, urging me forward until the tip of his cock touched my lips. “Kiss it. And don’t be afraid to use your tongue.”
I opened my mouth and wrapped my tongue around the head of his dick, letting my lips close over it.
He moaned. “Fuck, that’s so good. Keep going. A little suction this time.”
I flattened my tongue and took the whole head in my mouth, sucking on it like a popsicle. I could do this. Plus, listening to his instructions sort of made me want to do a good job.
“Put your hand around the base and squeeze just a little bit.”
I did as he said and felt him harden further in my mouth. He pushed my head forward so that I took even more of him in while his hips met my movements and then pulled back again.
“Oh, God, yeah. Just like that,” he growled, and pushed all the way inside until he hit the back of my throat. Not wanting there to be a repeat performance from Foreplay, I moved my hand up so he couldn’t go any further.
Noah wound his fingers in the hair on the back of my head and moved me back and forth slowly. Once my mouth became accustomed to his invasion, he moved faster. The room was silent with the exception of the wet sucking sounds I made and the deep groans that escaped his throat while he watched himself fuck my mouth.
He propped one foot on the couch as his hips pumped his cock in and out. His pace quickened and he began to grunt with each thrust. I was shamefully wet between my thighs and horrified I might ruin his couch. I moaned at the thrill of knowing it was pleasurable for him, which must have been a good thing, because he moaned in turn and thrust harder.
“Fuck! I knew when I saw that fuckable mouth of yours that you’d excel at this.” His voice was all breathy and raspy, and he was still fucking my mouth, and I wanted him to touch me because, good Lord, he was sexy.
The more he moaned and groaned and even growled, the more confident I felt. His balls were swinging back and forth and I wanted to see what they felt like. So I reached my other hand up and cupped him gently.
“Shit, shit, shit! You’re going to make me come.”
I really wanted him to, but I had no clue what I was supposed to do about that.
“Oh … God,” he grunted, fucking my mouth faster. Long fingers pulled my hair and tugged my head forward and then back again to meet his thrusts. His grip was so tight that it should’ve hurt, but really, it only turned me on more.
“Let’s see if you can swallow.” His voice was rough, and before I could register what that meant, he thrust deep into my mouth until he was once again touching the back of my throat. A guttural growl sounded from his chest, and then thick, hot liquid shot down my throat.
I nearly gagged until I overrode my instincts and started swallowing. I’d be lying if I told you it tasted better than chocolate or fruit candy or some other incredulous stuff like that. But it wasn’t terrible, either. Common sense told me that I should be thoroughly grossed out, but given the reaction I just got from him—this total stranger who’d paid two million dollars to own me as his personal sex slave so that he could do this to me whenever he wanted—it was tolerable.
He pulled his dick out of my mouth and smiled down at me. “Now that was a motherfucking blow job.”
I wiped the leftover wetness from my mouth with the back of my hand and did my best to look disgusted because he didn’t need to know that I’d sort of enjoyed it. But he only chuckled in response.
“There’s mouthwash in the bathroom.”
He stepped away from me and took my hand, pulling me up from the couch and leading me over to another set of doors. We both went inside, and he pulled out a bottle of mouthwash from under the sink and handed it to me. I poured some in the cup and swished it around my mouth while he grabbed a washcloth and wet it and then wiped himself off. Even limp, his cock was stunning.
“Here,” he said, pulling out a new toothbrush, still wrapped.
We stood at the his-and-her sinks and brushed our teeth in awkward silence. His reflection kept grinning at me around his toothbrush, and I was pretty sure he was getting a kick out of watching my tits jiggle with my brushing motions. I couldn’t stand the smug look on his face any longer, so I averted my eyes and looked around the bathroom instead. It was a bathroom designed for a king, and the centerpiece of the whole room was the bathtub. It was a Jacuzzi big enough to hold at least four people, and it had a bronze faucet on one end. Two steps led to the opening, with two more on the inside of the tub. Inside there were benches about halfway up each side that functioned as a sitting area. I swear he could have easily thrown a party inside that thing. And then I wondered if he ever actually had. For some reason, I wanted to reach out and smack him in the back of the head for that thought.
What the hell was wrong with me? I was standing in my birthday suit, brushing my teeth next to a man I had just met and still didn’t know anything about, who had just fucked my mouth royally, and I wanted to smack him for throwing a wild orgy in his gargantuan bathtub … in my head. His cock must have impaled my brain, because that reaction wasn’t making a bit of sense.
Squelching the overpowering urge to spit my toothpaste in his face, I spat it in the sink instead. My mouth was clean, but I still felt dirty.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said after he spat and rinsed.