novelxo Done Right: Chapter 4
I never believed in love at first sight, but I know for a fact that lust at first sight is fucking real. I’ve been tiptoed around for years by people who haven’t interested me. I mean sure, everyone was good-looking, but their intentions were clear. I got laid, and they got the attention they wanted. They got to tell people they fucked Finn Declan, and I got to fuck. It was a perfect win-win situation.
I wasn’t aware though, that giving pleasure could be as good as getting it, if not better.
The idea of feeling someone come apart on my dick? It feels like a fucking shame I haven’t gotten to experience that honestly. I thought I was getting the most out of these situations, but I think I may have been missing the entire fucking point.
Emma is holding my hand, dragging me across the city. The warm air feels good on my skin, but I barely even notice, because I can’t stop glancing at Emma as she walks in front of me. I don’t know exactly where we are headed, and maybe I should be paying more attention, but my eyes keep running down her body, completely transfixed. The sounds of horns honking and people talking glide past my ears. I know it’s happening but I don’t fully process it with the chatter inside my head.
I’ve been around the best of the best when it comes to beautiful women. At least, what society will tell you is the best of the best, but none of them have the raw sex appeal that Emma has. Maybe it’s because I’ve never heard a woman talk to me like that. I’ve never heard someone sound so innocent when talking about something so primal.
Although I’m ready to open my eyes to the other side, part of this is fucking intense. There’s a lot of pressure on me to perform and I need to learn what the fuck I’m doing before I let another woman down in the bedroom. Thankfully I have someone who is going to teach me.
Images of Emma being my sexy teacher in a mini skirt flood my brain, making my cock pulse in my pants. I don’t think it has gone soft since she first touched my thigh at the bar.
We suddenly turn a corner, facing a bunch of small apartments. The building is probably about ten stories tall with about fifteen apartments on each level. It looks tight and crowded, but maybe that’s just because tightness is on my mind.
It’s like my brain has completely switched off since she said that. It feels like such a primative need to feel her cum while wrapped around my cock.
I can’t believe I have gone this long without experiencing it, but it ends today.
I follow her into the apartment, which is nothing special. It’s a big building with hundreds of hallways and doors leading into places I couldn’t care less about. Emma starts making her way up the stairs, and I follow like a puppy dog. Maybe I should be embarrassed about how willing I am to follow her wherever she goes, but my brain is too filled with dirty thoughts to think about anything else.
We finally reach the second floor, and she opens a door, which I assume leads into her place, and I follow her willingly.
Once we are inside, with the door closed, I give myself a moment to take a deep breath and take in her apartment. The walls are mostly bare, except for a few choice pieces of art that I don’t get a good look at. It’s mostly an open space with the front door opening to the living room and kitchen combined. My eyes trail back to hers and the reality of the situation hits me. Everything is moving so quickly, and I’m fucking happy about it. I feel like I can’t wait another moment until I’m inside of her, but fuck this feels like a life-changing moment.
“Take your pants off,” she whispers, breaking the silence, and I comply instantly. I bring my hands down to the button of my jeans, undoing it quickly. I slide my pants down my thighs, leaving me in just my underwear. My cock pulses with anticipation, desperate for Emma to touch it.
I have certain expectations about tonight already. Maybe I should have left them at the door, but images of Emma cumming on my face and cock won’t leave my mind. But I wasn’t expecting Emma to fall to her knees in front of me once my pants came off. She continues to stare at me the whole time, even as she lowers herself. Her gaze goes straight to my dick, making me desperate for her to touch me in some way. She stares up at me for a few seconds, waiting… for what? I don’t know.
“I’m worried you’re going to cum too quick,” she says, holding eye contact with me still. Her words don’t register for a second, I’m still too lost in my own fantasies.
“I probably will,” I admit sheepishly when I finally process what she said. I wish it wasn’t the truth, but with the way she is looking at me right now, I’m not going to last very long. I’m worried I’m going to cum without her even touching me. I can’t imagine how I will feel with her lips wrapped around my cock.
“If I make you cum first, can you get hard again?” she asks, and before I even hear the entire sentence, my head is nodding in agreement. All I can think about right now is Emma sucking the cum out of my dick. I rip my shirt off instantly, anticipation running through my blood.
Her hands instantly go to my thighs and her gaze shifts back to the outline of my dick sitting in front of her. The way her breathing shifts, just slightly, is the biggest ego boost I have ever received in all my fucking years on this planet. She runs the tips of her fingers up and down my thighs, making me more and more desperate by the second. Even teasing me like this is getting me closer and closer to blowing a load in my boxers like a teenager.
She reaches the top of my boxers for what feels like the hundredth time and, finally, painstakingly slow, slides them down my thighs, exposing my cock to the cold air. My breath hitches in my throat. I’m right on the fucking edge, from nothing other than talking about her touching me and some light strokes on my thighs. I have never felt like this before, and I don’t know how I am going to go back to mediocre hookups with women who only care about my clout.
She stares up at me again, my cock almost hitting her in the face. I don’t want to brag, but my size has never been a problem in the bedroom. Lack of trying? That’s been my big issue, but that changes today.
She stares at my cock, fully taking it in. She licks her lips, making me ache with lust that I haven’t felt my entire fucking life. She sticks her tongue out, grazing it against the bottom of the tip, making me dizzy. It’s such a simple touch, but it makes pleasure course through my veins.
She does it again, running her tongue under the tip, forcing a moan out of my mouth before I have a chance to stop myself. She looks up at me as shock and embarrassment register in my bones. Usually, I’m not one to make noises like that, but with what she is doing, I couldn’t stop myself.
“Sorry,” I mumble, wishing she couldn’t get those sounds out of me. Wishing this wasn’t setting the standard for every other sexual encounter I will ever have. Embarrassment floods my body with how much she influences me.
“Don’t apologize, just do it again,” she says, voice hoarse. Her words register in my head but, before I have a chance to decipher exactly what she means, her tongue is on my cock again and I can’t hold myself back. My head falls back as shocks of pleasure pulse down my spine, making my legs weak.
Instead of a simple lick this time, she keeps going. She finally takes the entire tip in her mouth, and my gaze shoots back down to her, wanting to watch my cock enter her mouth. The sight makes my cock twitch, making me nervous I won’t be able to last long enough to hold onto my pride.
I’m shocked when my eyes meet hers, but the feeling doesn’t even register in my head, I’m so turned on. She stares up at me while she sucks on the tip of my cock and brings me closer and closer to the orgasm I have been desperate for all night.
When she starts taking my cock deeper, I groan again and her eyes light on fire. Realization hits me that she likes it when I make noises. If I’m reading her right, she is getting turned on hearing me moan for her.
“Fuck,” I mutter, watching her for a reaction. Her eyes light up again, excited about the small amounts of dirty talk coming out of my mouth. I take note of this, bookmarking it for later use, hopefully.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter again, coming up short on what to say. I have never dirty-talked much. I didn’t see the point. Sex to me was always quick. In and out. We both walk away happy but for completely different reasons.
She’s still taking my cock deeper, but so fucking slow. Her lips start to pass about halfway, and my cock is already pulsing with need inside her mouth. I want to fill her fucking throat with cum. It feels like such a primal need, to make her take my cock.
“Yeah, fucking take it,” I say, bringing my hips up a little and making my cock go deeper. Her eyes spark again, gladly taking my cock in her throat. She gets to the base of my cock, finally holding the entire thing in her throat, and her eyes stare up at me for a second. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Her eyes, wet with tears from adjusting to my size, stare at me, so filled with lust and desire that I can feel it just from her stare.
She bops her head a little, shifting my cock in her throat, pushing me closer to the edge.
“I’m gonna fucking cum if you keep doing that, Emma,” I say desperately. I have the urge to take her hair in my hand and take what I want, but for once I’m excited to be at someone else’s mercy. She is having her filthy way with my cock, and I’m loving every second.
She takes her mouth off of my cock for only a second. “Cum in my throat,” she says with pleading eyes, before resuming working my cock like a fucking professional. That’s all I need. Her words send me over the edge into straight bliss. I can feel my cock pulse, emptying my load in her throat, but it feels like an out-of-body experience. It’s such an intense pleasure surging through my body that I lose track of anything else other than how fucking amazing this feels.
When I finally start to come back down to earth, Emma is taking my cock out of her mouth, doing a final swallow of the cum I just released.
“Jesus Christ, Emma,” I say, unable to control the reaction I’m having. I knew I loved blowjobs, but that was something else entirely. I have never gotten a blowjob like that, and I don’t think I will ever be able to go back.
If I can have that kind of reaction just from her mouth, I can’t even fucking imagine what she can make me feel from other parts of her body. I can’t even imagine how I’m going to feel when I finally watch her come apart on my dick. The thought alone makes my cock spring back to life, ready to feel her get tight with orgasms.