10
MEGAN
H e sure makes it easy to flirt with him.
I sit back on my heels and pull my tunic over my head, deciding to move things along. He
sucks in a breath at the sight of my naked breasts. I know from experience and being around the other women that the sa-khui females don’t have breasts like we do. Theirs are mostly flat muscle, though I’m told that they grow larger when nursing. Maylak is heavily pregnant and she’s got a decent rack to go with an enormous belly. I know mine looks a lot different, though. I know I have an okay face, but I’ve got a great body, and I can safely say my tits are first class. I cup them, enjoying his stare. “What do you think? I know they’re different than you expect. Is that okay?”
“More than okay,” he breathes. “Everything with you is perfect, Meh-gan.”
“Flatterer,” I tease, and lean over him. Or stretch, rather. I move catlike, crawling up his body in nothing but my loincloth, and press a light kiss to his mouth. I can’t help but notice that his cock brushes against my belly as I lean in, and leaves a wet trace on my skin.
He groans against my mouth, gripping my arms and trying to deepen the kiss.
“Let me play,” I whisper against his mouth. “You can touch me later.”
“Later. Of course.” He closes his eyes and thumps the back of his head against the cave wall. Cashol flexes his hands, as if he wants to touch me now and has to remind himself not to, and I admit, I like it. It makes me want to lean into my seductress role even more. I kiss his chin, then move downward, utterly aware of my body as my breasts bob free and his cock brushes against my skin. I lean in and kiss my way down his chest, and when the angle becomes too awkward—and his cock is too much in the way—I stop kissing and just wiggle down until I’m eye level with the beast itself.
“You know, I touched you earlier but I didn’t realize how impressive you are,” I whisper to him as I curl my fingers around his length. The breath hisses from his throat, and when I look up, his head is tilted back, resting against the cave wall, but his eyes are open. It’s like he can’t bear to let a single moment of this go without watching it.
It makes me feel powerful, too. I’m doing this to him. I’m a sex siren, a goddess of pleasure, and I feel like I’ve gone from unwanted Megan to something new with the snap of my fingers…or the purr of my cootie.
I bend down over him, letting my mouth whisper over the head of his cock in the barest of caresses. Not much, just enough to let him feel my breath and my lips. The taste of pre-cum, hot and salty, touches my tongue and I lick my lips, appreciating his flavor.
Cashol groans, loud and strong. “Your mouth…”
“Pretty good, isn’t it?” I swipe my tongue against the underside of his cock, licking him like an ice cream.
That makes him huff with strangled laughter. “It is the best thing I have ever felt. I never imagined this, and now I feel like my mind is lacking.”
“Why lacking?” I curl my fingers tighter around his base and gently lick up and down his length, learning the ridges of his cock with my tongue and my lips.
“Because…” he pants, shifting his weight over, and I glide my tongue over his skin. It’s like he can’t sit still while I caress him, because it’s too much. He’s panting, his muscles tense, and when I close my mouth around him, he grunts.
“Because?” I prompt, lifting my head. I drag my tongue over the crown of him again, deliberately dragging it slow and obvious so he can watch my movements.
He groans again. “Because I have thought of many ways to take you…” He pauses to grunt, his hips flexing as if he wants to push into my mouth. “I have imagined you on your back, and on your front, and even sitting on my face, but I have never, ever imagined this.”
I moan at hearing that from him. He imagined me sitting on his face? For a virgin that doesn’t know what a blow job is, that’s a pretty graphic mental image…and I am all for it. I squeeze my thighs again, but it’s not doing as much to ease the ache deep inside me. I’m so wet that the insides of my thighs feel coated with my juices, and my cootie’s purring so hard it’s making me vibrate in all kinds of interesting ways. “You…thought about me sitting on your face?”
“Mmm…yes.” He bucks up against my mouth again, and I lick him. “Many, many times.”
“Today? Or earlier than that?”
“Earlier,” he pants, and I reward him with another hard suck of the head of his cock. “Ah, Meh-gan, your
mouth…”
“Should I stop?”
“Never. Never. But…” A shudder wracks him. “I do not know how long I can last if you keep doing that.”
“The idea isn’t for you to last, silly,” I say, letting my breath move over him again. I give him another long, explicit lick. “The idea is to make you come. Make you feel good.” I look up, my mouth hovering over his cock.
“But if you want me to stop—”
His hand reaches out and he grabs my hair, pushing my head down until my lips hit the head of his cock.
Immediately, he jerks back, growling low in his throat. “I—I did not mean to do that—”
“It was sexy,” I tell him. “I don’t mind. You can do it again.”
Cashol immediately plunks his hand back down on the back of my head, his fingers twisting in my hair.
I fight back my smile and return to licking his cock. I treat it like a delicious popsicle for a while, just giving it long, loving licks and enjoying the feel of my tongue moving over the ridges. I avoid his spur because I’m not entirely sure what to do with it just yet, and I’m sticking to what I know I’m good at. When he starts to push on my head ever so slightly, I give in and let him ease my head down as I take his cock in my mouth. I try to flatten my tongue to take as much of him in as possible, but he’s so big and thick it feels like I’m choking on him if I go deeper than just a few inches. I breathe through my nose, relaxing my jaw, and do my best to suck and lick, and settle for just bobbing back and forth, letting the pressure of his hand shuttle my head against his cock.
His breath comes in short, jerky little inhales, and I know he’s close. The taste of him is everywhere, his cock constantly leaking, and I can feel his body vibrating and tense. It’s like he’s ready to snap and just waiting for the right moment. I’m not afraid of him busting in my mouth, though—I kind of want it. Maybe it’s the cootie, but I’m really liking his taste. It’s not as acrid and bitter as other blowjobs I’ve given in the past, and I’m so wet and needy that I’m making soft little noises in my throat as I try to take him down as far as I can. I’m determined to deep throat the man. I am.
Then, his cock hits the back of my throat, and I half-swallow reflexively. Cashol groans, and then his hand tightens on the back of my head and he thrusts into my mouth, driving deep when I try to pull back. Before I can lift my head, he’s coming, spilling down my throat and on my tongue, and I release him with a pop, letting his seed trickle down my chin. I squeeze the base of his cock, working him with harder, rougher squeezes to try and milk his release for him, and his fingers tighten in my hair so hard that it pulls, just a little. I don’t mind that.
I’ve driven him so far over the edge that he doesn’t know what he’s doing, and I love that.
When he finally finishes coming, my hands are covered in his release, the taste of him is humming through my mouth, and I wipe my chin with a clean spot on the back of my hands, and then proceed to lick my fingers clean.
His eyes are sated slits as he watches me. “Meh-gan, you…”
“Mmmhmm?” I smack one of my fingers deliberately.
“You are…I have no words for how incredible you are.”
“That was pretty good,” I tell him, and wiggle my hips just a little. I’m still aroused, still achy and needy myself, but I can wait for him to recover. Maybe now he won’t be so gung ho to wait and keep talking about this “shy” business. A shy man wouldn’t push my head down and drive deeper into my throat. A shy man wouldn’t daydream about me riding his face, would he? A shy man would definitely be awkward right now, watching me lick his cum off my fingers, but Cashol’s just regarding me with an utterly entranced expression,
like he’s never seen anything better.
Whatever this man is, it’s not shy.
