Chapter 19a
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I woke up the next morning to pleasurable ticking tingles flowing from my mates' fingers brushing my hips and his lips softly kissing my shoulder. The memories of last night echoing in my mind, adding more pleasurable endorphins to my system.
“This is the best way to wake up,” I hummed.
“Sorry I woke you. For a moment, when I first opened my eyes, I worried that it had all been a dream. That I was really just a lonely old man who imagined the perfect woman.”
I snickered a little. “You are by far the most gorgeous, sexy man in existence. I struggle to imagine you as a lonely old man.”
“You are still imagining I had a string of female friends to keep me company. But I didn’t. It’s been a very long time since I’ve done that.” I roll toward him; he takes a lock of my hair and plays with it gently.
I don’t have any idea what to say, so I just lie there looking somehow both sheepish and smug. I’m the first since his mate. That little thought makes my heart soar. I know he’s told me that before, and I believe him, it just seems so surreal. From the way the boys, and girls for that matter, talked at school, they made it sound like it wasn’t possible to go celibate after doing the deed.
And alphas are typically more virile, Maya noted.
He’s certainly virile enough, I shot back.
Not complaining, just waiting for my turn with Knight.
“What does your wolf say?” He asked.
“It’s safe to say you haven’t lost your touch,” I mumbled. As I utter the word touch, it reminds me that I’ve yet to touch him. I mean, like a handy or a blowy. I reached down and ran my fingers from his balls to his tip, feeling it swell and harden at my touch.
Then it moved.
“Do you make it jump like that?” I asked before I could stop myself. It’s like his c**k was magnetically attracted to my hand.
“Nope. I .. I have a class in an hour and a half,” he groaned as I started to play with my new toy. I wanted to figure out how it worked.
“Luckily you only work 10 minutes from your home. That gives us plenty of time to….” I let my words trail off as I leaned in to suck on the fresh mark on his neck. My mark.
Our mark, Maya corrected.
“Fu@k, darling. That feels phenomenal.” He jerks at my touch. The fact that I can make a man squirm like this makes me feel powerful.
“You’re mine and now every wolf will know it,” I chuckled softly, more to myself than him, as I was peppering his marking spot with kisses. Meanwhile, my hand trailed up his side, then lower, once again reaching for that massive pleasure snake of his.
“Harder,” he hissed. It took me a second to realize he wasn’t talking about my neck kisses. Internal facepalm. I changed my position, so I was sitting between his legs, but with my legs tucked under his. I had better access to the man-buffet this way.
I didn’t want to hurt him, but I followed his instructions, squeezing my grip a little tighter and pulling up and down a little faster. The simple fact was that this was my first hand job, the man probably had this art mastered by age 14 or 15. He knew what worked for him. I’d never even seen one in person before yesterday.
He seemed to like what I was doing. He constantly praised me and I found that I loved hearing it. But when I added a little twist to my wrist, I read about that -
Thank me later, Maya interjected.
- that’s when he groaned almost painfully.
I smirked as I watched him, loving his reactions. The way his breathing changed, the way his body tensed and jerked, and how his pupils dilated as his wolf surged forward. I got why he stared at me so intently the night before. I also understood why he enjoyed giving me that first o****m so much. I absolutely loved being the one to make him feel this way. I felt so powerful, in control. I’ve never felt like this in my life.
Confidence surged through me and I knew what I wanted. I want to lick my lollipop.
Manpop or matepop. Yum, I like it, Maya mused.
I ignored her and tried to remember everything I’d read online.
I gently massaged his balls and kept my hands working while I once again adjusted my position. Suddenly, I understood why girls choked on these things in romance books. Honestly, how was I supposed to breathe with this thing in my mouth? I tried to remember my high school biology. We could eat and breathe at the same time, right? So, this was possible. Plenty of women… and men sucked these things and I don’t remember hearing any news stories about people dying from it.
Less rambling, more l*****g, Maya huffed.
So I did.
Staring at the base, I licked my way up the shaft to that mushroomy bit at the top. I rapidly licked just under the base of the head at the front before leaning in and swallowing him whole, well as much of him as I could get in there.
“Oh, Goddess, … darling.. fu@k…,” he moaned.
I almost laughed as he stammered. But my mouth was otherwise occupied. I deep throated him, as far as I could without gagging, sucking and moving my tongue around as I did. When I pulled back, I asked.
“Tell me what you like.”
“You’re doing b****y fantastic,” he moaned again.
I gave a tiny wiggle of joy.
“Thank the internet,” I chuckled, before diving back down.
I don’t know how long I played with it for... five minutes, fifteen? All the while, my own need grew as the memory of his tongue on me last night flared my own arousal. Occasionally, he’d give an instruction, like grip the bit I couldn't fit in my mouth, or that it was ok to be rough with it. He wouldn’t break. As his moans intensified and his breath swallowed, I felt his balls tense. I figured he was going to c*m.
I sucked down every drop as the warm liquid squirted down my throat.
I wanted to yell, TOUCH DOWN or I DID THAT!!! or something equally stupid and celebratory. Luckily, I restrained myself, settling for a Cheshire grin instead.
I crawled up beside him and snuggled into his chest, determined to enjoy the few moments we had together before he had to go to work and I had to deal with the fact that I was in love with my professor, and we’d have to sneak around pretending I wasn’t.
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