Before he could face me again, my hands were on his belt and working it loose. Without removing it, I tackled the button of his pants and then the zipper.
“Anxious?” he asked with a sly smile. My only response was to look him square in the eye and shove his pants over his hips. Under the pants? Mouthwatering boxer briefs. Red boxer briefs. Red boxer briefs that were the home of a very proud, helmet-wearing soldier.
Now, I’d seen his marvelous cock up close earlier, but there was just something about the way the man filled out a pair of underwear that really got my gears a-grindin’. You could see just enough detail of what was beneath, while still maintaining an element of mystery; a goody basket waiting to be unwrapped, if you will.
Noah hooked his thumbs under the waistband, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time, and took them off. It wasn’t until he grabbed his discarded underwear and turned his back to me that I allowed myself to check him out more thoroughly. He walked toward a set of doors on the other side of the room that I assumed was a closet, and I let my eyes roam over his strong shoulders and down his muscular back to …
“You’re checking out my ass, aren’t you?” he asked without turning around.
I snapped my head to look away before he could actually catch me. “Um, not at all.” Of course my voice cracked, forcing me to clear my throat.
“Uh-huh, sure,” he said as he shut the doors of the closet behind him. He walked over to his jacket, grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the inside pocket, and then strolled over to the couch next to the window and sat down, still completely naked. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so I just watched as he lit up a cigarette and set the lighter and pack down on the table beside him.
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.