“I trust you about as much as you trust me.” A chuckle rattled from his mouth, harsh but his chest stretched against the shirt with each one. Too bad he still had it on.
“If you didn’t trust me, you’d never let me do this,” I whispered, our eyes fixed on each other’s.
Mine broke contact first. My hands slid to his belt. An image of the first guy I’d ever done more than kiss came to my mind as I tried to open his belt. That boy had fumbled at my bra so long we lost the moment and only spoke in awkward, stilted greetings afterwards.
The damn thing finally opened. The weight of his belt dragged it down. Only black boxer briefs kept his cock from view. Its outline stretched the fabric. My fingers dug under the waistband and I pulled them down too. The first hint of hair against my fingertips halted the advance. A deep breath later, his earthy cologne dancing in my nose, I tugged them lower.
He sprang free. I flinched at the sudden moment but stared it his ready weapon. Unleashed, it seemed even bigger than it felt. Before, he’d said he wouldn’t hurt me. I almost believed him, even. If we went all the way, he’d end up going back on that promise. I didn’t need to go all the way to escape though.
My hand reached out. My eyes hadn’t left it but I didn’t need to look up to know Alexei’s focus. I felt his intense stare, his desire, for me. Fingers trembled when I finally touched him without clothes between us. Warm and surprisingly smooth, my fingers explored him anew.
I leaned closer, mouth open. Every one of Katie’s numerous tips on giving a good blow job swam through my head at once, drowning me. Alexei’s hand dropped to my shoulder, patting it in a soothing circle.
“You don’t have to,” he whispered.
No, but I wanted to escape, and I wanted to do more. Maybe it was the character I’d tried to evoke or my mention of the power he gave me, letting me so close to such a sensitive organ, but I squirmed with a little excitement.
“I know what I’m doing,” I lied and leaned even closer.
He loomed in front of me, flush and ready. My mouth opened and I tasted him, a single lick like he was a popsicle but I didn’t know if he was succulent strawberry or cursed cherry. He didn’t taste like my favorite fruit, but my tongue darted in for seconds.
I opened wider. My lips ghosted over his head. Only one guy before Alexei had ever had this pleasure. He’d gotten impatient with my lack of experience. His fingers had twisted in my hair and he’d moved me at his speed for his rapid pleasure. I half expected Alexei to do the same but the hand on my shoulder didn’t move, other than the thumb rubbing circles over my skin.
Katie’s multitude of tips and tricks mined from her personal experience and way too many dirty listicles only paralyzed me. Think of K. I. S. S. Keep it simple, stupid. With my hand guiding him, I took more in my mouth. The hand on my shoulder tightened, his breath came louder. I must have done something right.
My tongue joined my lips the next go. Alexei was a guy and they weren’t complicated in the end, even a man like him. A little in and out and I’d have him spent and sleepy. Once his eyes closed, I’d slip away, find some way off the boat. Swim, if I had to. We were only a hundred or so yards from the sea wall.
The thought of Alexei waking up from his post orgasmic slumber to find himself alone tickled me. Would he break something in his rage at being beaten? Probably not, he was way too controlled.
My pace quickened. The hand at the base of his cock moved with my mouth up and down his shaft. His breathing deepened, each breath filling his chest to the limit with loud, almost panting exhales. He had to be close. Escape was within my grasp.
His fingertips pressed against my skin, forceful but not painful. A rumbled breath escaped his chest. I spared a look up, opening my eyes for the first time since I’d taken him in my mouth. His head leaned back, eyes half closed, jaw wide open.
I’d done that to him, given him that pleasure. But if I wanted to, I could inflict even worse pain. My single experience and every thought I had about going down on a guy made it seem servile. That impatient ass who’d goaded me into trying it had only cared for his pleasure, after all.
Now, gazing at that look of pleasure, the most relaxed Alexei had let his face become the entire time I’d been in his company, I saw it differently. It was almost empowering. It was ironic enough for that song.
“I’m going to…” he stuttered. He sounded like the awkward British lead in a romantic comedy, a muscle bound Hugh Grant but I got the message, knew enough about what came next.
His first spurt still caught me by surprise. My rhythm skipped but it didn’t matter, it was almost time. The second and third splashed salty over my tongue. He didn’t taste like anything, but better than the other guy I’d gone this far with. The college freshman diet of ramen and Mountain Dew hadn’t done much for his flavor. I’d spat it on his shorts.
Alexei softened quickly. His other hand dropped to my shoulder. I glanced up at him and leaned back. He blinked a few times before his brows furrowed. His suspicion reawakened after he came, but a true smile banished it.
“I was not expecting something like that so soon,” he said and the smile grew, “and as any proper host should, it’s my duty to give as good as I received.”
The arms on my shoulders moved. The whole world shifted sideways. My back fell against his huge bed. He stood above me, pants and underwear hanging at the knees. His eyes fell between my spread legs, any hint of sleepiness I’d fostered gone completely.