Gabriel had mentioned he was pretty dominant; and when I say those six magic words his dark brown eyes turn almost black.
“Move closer to me.” He instructs, resting back against the pillows.
I crawl over, until I’m on my knees and sitting right in front of his manhood. My hands timidly make contact for the first time; feeling him throb under my touch.
“Now, take the tip of it; and swirl your tongue around it.”
Looking at his dick, I feel like I’m about to jump out of an airplane. My heart’s beating through my chest; but I focus myself and lean down. Holding him in front of me, I put my mouth over the tip and do as he says. I always wondered what cock would taste like; some have said chicken, or sweat, or urine. He tastes just like skin, no different than if I were to suck on my own finger.
“Good girl.” His hand caresses the side of my face; and I make eye contact with him for the first time since taking his Johnson into my mouth. His eyes look almost glazed over, watching me like I’m the season finale of the Bachelor. “Lick your lips baby, it’ll help a lot with the next part.”
Wordlessly, I pull away from his cock and run my tongue over my lips – making sure to get them nice and wet. My mouth automatically goes back onto him, looking over for his next instructions.
“It’s okay if you can’t fit the whole thing; but try taking as much of me into your mouth as possible. Just make sure you don’t use your teeth, baby.” He tells me, his hand reaching over and toying with my nipples.
Doing as he says, I open my mouth widely – trying to keep my teeth away; and move my head down until I’m practically gagging. There’s something about it that makes me feel so submissive, which turns me on even more. My head bobs down a few times; taking more and more of him with each go.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He says, putting his hand under my chin, gently forcing me to look up at him. “You like sucking my cock, baby girl?”
I’m faintly reminded of being at the dentist’s office; and having them try to make small talk whilst their instruments are still in my mouth. Pulling my mouth of him, a line of saliva dribbles onto his manhood and over my chin.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, I use my elbow to wipe it off of me.
“It’s okay if it gets messy, babe.” He assures me, making a point to lean over and give me a kiss. A long one – with tongue and passion; not giving a single fuck that my mouth was just on his dick. “It’s better when it’s sloppy and messy.” He says, pressing an extra peck to my lips before resting back again.
When my mouth comes back down on him, I feel slightly more confident. Trying to emulate what I’ve seen in porn, I move my hands up and down his shaft in sync with my mouth. I force my mouth as far down on him as I can go – finding a strange pleasure in the discomfort.
“Jesus.” He moans, I feel his cock getting stiffer in my mouth; and somehow bigger. “I’m getting close, baby.” He informs me, his breathing getting more strained. “You okay if I finish in your mouth, princess?”
I nod, trying to keep up the same pace with my mouth and hand. The internet has told me there’s nothing worse than changing up the play, when you’re already in the end-zone.
“Fuck, I’m cuming.” He says, his legs starting to shake a little.
I can feel him begin to pulsate in my mouth; a moment later, a warm salty liquid hits the back of my throat. Swallowing every last drop, there’s a hint of sweetness left on my tongue. It’s definitely not something I’d order at a restaurant. But the way Gabriel’s looking at me, has me wanting to savor every last drop.
“Was that…okay?” I ask, partially looking to fulfill my praise kink – but also open to constructive criticism. The whole point of getting a fuck buddy was so I could gain experience; while also improving on my bedroom game – not that I had any to begin with.
“That was fucking amazing.” He says, pulling me over to lay down next to him. “You like giving head, baby?” His curious brown eyes gaze into mine, his hand reaching behind – giving my ass an affectionate squeeze.
“I’m like, kind of wet from it.” I admit, looking away bashfully. There’s something about giving head that makes me feel, well…like a good girl.
“Really, eh?” His eyes dance with amusement. With his eyes locked on mine, he slides his hand down my underwear, running a finger down my slit. After lathering it in the wetness, he brings it to his mouth – sucking it dry. “You wanna suck on something else, princess?” He asks, the twinkle in his eye clearly indicating that he remembers our conversation. The one where I told him the idea of sucking on a guy’s fingers, massively turns me on.
“Please.” I answer, earning a smug smirk from him.
He takes the same finger – slides it right down my core, then into my awaiting mouth. Unlike with his cock, he controls the pace this time. Which now with my growing trust in him, I actually seem to prefer. He’s always watching my face; my body; my breath, making sure that I’m never feeling uncomfortable.
“Such a good girl.” He praises, fondling my tits with his other hand. “You ready for two?”
I nod, submissively looking at him through my lashes – his finger still deep in my mouth. He adds another one to the party and my lips suction around the two of them.
“We’re gonna have a lot of fun together.” He muses, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear. “And I can’t wait to be inside your tight little pussy.” He says, allowing me to give his fingers one last suck before pulling them out.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, I think he’s going to grab a condom. Instead he moves to the foot of the bed, using my legs to pull me towards him. I’m watching him carefully; because although he told me he’s clean, I’d rather not take any chances. Or, get knocked-up by a guy that could ghost me tomorrow.
“Don’t worry, babe.” He says, appearing to notice how I’m tensing up. “It’s just to give you head.” He explains, pulling my black lace underwear down my legs; then tossing it on the floor. His ability to read me is both comforting and bizarre – considering that my friends have coined me the ice queen.
“Okay.” I meant, if you insist. “I’ve never gotten head before, though.” I tell him, part of me worrying about if I don’t like it. Is faking an orgasm the polite thing to do? I mean, he’s gone through all this trouble; and it’s not my fault that I can’t relax – or have an orgasm with someone else.
He pulls my legs up over his shoulders; biting his lip as he looks over at me. “Well, I’m honored to be the first.” He half-jokes, a smug smile dancing on his lips.
Receiving pleasure was definitely not on my agenda for these sessions. Enjoyment can be faked; and I always figured that one day, when I meet the man I’m supposed to be with, it’ll happen naturally. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. Once I’m comfortable with someone, it’ll be easy – that’s a common one, too.
I have no problem feeding the beast when I’m by myself – multiple times, even. But something about having another person watching me, waiting for it, gives me serious stage fright. It’s the same if I’m in the restroom with a friend; I can never actually take use of the facilities.
Gabriel’s breath on my thigh makes my heart race in my chest. He trails wet open-mouthed kisses down my inner thigh. Unlike the drive thru worker at Tim Hortons, he’s not trying to rush through it. He’s diligent; taking his time; like he’s enjoying every moment of this.
My fingers find their way into his short brown curls; basking in their lusciousness. This feels like such an intimate moment; and no matter how much I may enjoy what he’s doing, I vow to never let him give me head again. Because here, watching him put so much effort into making me feel good, I realize why being fuck buddies, usually ends in disaster.
Sometimes, I wish I was a man. Capable of calling someone baby girl and princess, while not knowing when their birthday is. Easily able to separate sex from intimacy; fucking from feelings; closeness from caring. It’s as if they have a switch in their brain; and when needed, can flick it on or off – having total control over their heart.
Gabriel’s hands run along the outside of my legs – seeming unbothered by the stretch marks and cellulite on my thighs. I suppose there’s no reason for him to care about it; his interest is simple – teaching me and fucking me.
His breath moves to my core – tenderly kissing and licking at my lips, before moving his attention to my bundle of nerves. It starts off slow; teasing, grazing – like he’s trying to play with me. One of his hands runs down my body, like he’s trying to read a brail menu. Every curve, every dip, every mole; he explores all of them.
It eventually finds my boobs, squeezing them lightly and playing with my nipples. When his tongue pushes against my hood, I let out an involuntary moan. Not one of those porn star ones where they’re loud enough for the deaf grandpa down the hall to hear you; but loud enough to feel him smiling against my inner thigh.
My hands move to his forearms, taking in the way his muscles flex underneath me. His veins are prominent, making me wonder how often he goes to the gym. They’re the kind of arms that you would want wrapped around your waist in the morning while making pancakes. The kind you’d watch while he’s driving – just to see the way they move.
Another girl will get to have his veiny arms. Maybe in a different world, that girl could be me. A gym bunny that wears cute sports bras that match her leggings. A model with a tiny waist; huge tits; and a non-cellulite covered ass. A cool girl that would regularly bring her hot female friends into the bedroom.
But in this world, I’m none of those things. I’m a walking giant, with bad posture and below average boobs. I’m a lost soul, floating around in the city, trying to figure out what the hell I wanna do with my life. I’m a loner, who has more internet friends than real life ones.