Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Marley

I go as far down on his cock as I can before I come back up. Before I can pop all the way off, Tannen is sinking his hands in my hair and pulling me back down.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. I can’t…open your mouth up real wide, Peach. Keep it open.”

I do as he says, and he takes his dick almost all the way out before quickly pushing it back in. It hits the back of my throat, and I fight my gag response as he carefully retreats before doing it again. He holds my head so there is no retreat and yet, somehow, I have no fear of him getting too rough like he does. I trust Tannen. All the way, fully. I always have.

I chance a look up from under my lashes and can tell even though he thought he wasn’t going to be able to control himself, he’s holding back so he doesn’t scare or hurt me. Our eyes meet and he growls as he touches my cheek. Not really the out-of-control guy he thinks he is when he’s able to slow down and be so sweet it hits me right in the heart.

“Keep those eyes on me, Peach. I need them.”

The eye contact is somehow even more intimate than what I’m doing to him, somehow much more sexual. Maybe it’s because I realize he’s watching me take his dick all the way to the back of my throat, trying desperately to take more, to make him even happier, to win his heart like he already has mine.

“Marley, I’m gonna…you got to stop.”

Now, why would I do that? I let my eyes say it since my mouth is busy.

“You’re gonna get a mouthful if you don’t pop off now.”

I relax my throat and move my head, so I take even more of him even further. It makes tears spring to my eyes but the look on his face is more than enough to have me do it again and again. On the third time, Tannen’s hands come back to my hair, holding me but not pushing me. His eyes lose focus and his jaw tenses as he grunts out my name and his cock swells even bigger.

My eyes widen and I quickly rethink my decision to push but there’s no time to correct it as the first spurt hits my tongue shocking and surprising me. He holds me as more of him fills my mouth and I’m forced to swallow or let it all fall out and down. I have to swallow more than once and still feel like my mouth isn’t going to be able to hold it all.

He finally stops even though his shaft still pulses in my mouth like he might still be cumming but there’s nothing left. He finally unclenches his fingers from the strands of my hair and takes a step back. A rush of cold hits me as he puts distance between us. I can’t help but wonder if it’s prophetic.

His thumb rubs across my bottom lip which seems a little swollen. He holds it up to show me a sheen of moisture on the pad. I guess I didn’t keep it all in like I thought I did. He brings it to my mouth, and I dutifully suck it off before he lifts me off my knees and lays me on the bed.

I really want to ask him for feedback but at the same time, I’m not certain I want to know how I did giving my very first blow job. He crawls on top of me, nudging my thighs apart with his knee. Once both my legs are on either side of his hips, he brings his lips down to mine. I gasp as my hands fly to his shoulders to hang on.

He’s soft and gentle as he plays with my mouth and sucks on my bottom lip. “Open your mouth for me, Peach.”

I do it without even thinking about it. He’s slow and takes his time entering, playing with my tongue, and treating this like he’s almost savoring the experience.

“You did excellent, sweet girl. You have a killer mouth that could bring a man to his knees.” He says the words in between kissing me and licking every space his tongue can touch. “And don’t even get me started on your tongue, pretty girl.”

His kisses are drugging, and I quickly forget what I am supposed to be doing. Instead, I sink into the slide of tongues, the touch of lips, the little bite of pain when he uses his teeth to nibble along my bottom lip. Before I realize what I’ve done, my arms have wrapped around his shoulders and my thighs have tightened around him as my ankles cross at the bottom of his back.

“You need to let me go, Marley.” I whimper against his mouth as he says the words I knew he would say. “There’s no way I’m not playing with these soft, sweet breasts tonight.”

Oh. He isn’t running away from me. Not leaving me. Yet.

I loosen my grip and unlock my legs. And wait. He moves so that my legs are together, and he is straddling them. I should feel pinned down, but I don’t. I don’t feel anything but safe and curious. He places his hands up under the shirt that’s already rucked up where I had my legs wrapped around him and finds my hips.

“Nice and slow, baby girl. We’re going to go nice and slow.”

I lick my suddenly dry lips and nod. He inches his hands up so that the shirt is just under my breasts and my stomach is bare. He doesn’t rush and instead runs his fingers over my tummy. My hands go up to cover it instinctually, but he grabs them in one of his.

“Don’t try to hide from me, Peach.” He bends over and puts his mouth on the soft skin above my belly button causing the skin to break out in goosebumps. He rubs his cheek against me. “So soft.”

“Oh God!” Can you orgasm from just a touch? Not even a sexual one. “T…Tannen?”

I have no idea what I’m asking but it doesn’t seem to be urgent. Tannen takes my hands and places them above my head. “Don’t move those, baby.”

He runs his hands down my arms and sides until he is back at the tucked-in shirt. He meets my eyes as he pushes the shirt up over the curves of my breasts, dragging the material over my sensitive nipples and shocking a gasp from my throat. His eyes devour my body, and I feel his stare like it’s a physical touch.

“So pretty and round.”

I really hope he’s talking about my tits and not my belly. It’s kind of hard to tell since his hands have fallen to the just under the swells of my breasts, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive flesh.

I am hyperaware of my body, the intake of breath that makes my breasts rise and fall, my nipples that harden and crinkle under his intense gaze, the thundering of my heart right behind my rib cage like it is trying to beat its way free. His eyes finally come back to mine.

“You’re fucking beautiful.”

“I…,” Is he just being kind or does he really think that? I'm not sure how to take that statement, not really. His thumb comes up to brush against the bottom swell of one of my breasts and I fight the urge to bring my arms down and stop him. Wherever his touch goes a streak of fire follows leaving my body hot and needy.

He slowly cups me in his hands and squeezes them. My hands come down when he does it, not because it hurts. Because…it doesn’t, and I just can’t seem to stay still. He quickly grabs my wrists and pins them to the bed again tsking as he meets my eyes.

“Bad girl!”

Oh! God! That might be even sexier than when he calls me a good girl. I squeeze my thighs together tight to keep from writhing under him. He’s giving me a half smile that makes me want to whimper and beg. This is so not like me, but then again, I’ve never been like this with Tannen…or anybody, but especially Tannen.

He licks his lips before he starts to lower his head. Before I can think about what he plans to do, he already has his mouth on me. He’s fast too because I cry out and his hand is instantly on my mouth keeping me from waking the whole house. He’s moved my wrists, so he is holding both of them in one hand.

Feeling his tongue on my hard nipple has my back coming off the bed and my legs twitching under him. My entire body tenses when he sucks the pebbled tip, the tug on my breast directly connected to the most sensitive part of my pussy.

I mumble into his hand and clench my fingers. He raises his head and slowly removes his hand. The cool air that replaces the hot heat of his mouth makes the hard little nub even tighter.

“What was that, sweetheart? I’m afraid I didn’t hear you.”