Looking Forward by Kenneth Jr. (reading diary .txt) 📕

his tongue strokes up my folds and twirls around my clit, pleasure wraps me in its warm embrace. His touch is soft and leaves me wanting more, so I grind my core to his mouth for more friction.

He takes a break, and I rise on my elbows. His heated eyes are glued on me. “Good?”

“Yeah,” I say breathlessly.

He dips his head back down between my thighs, and this time, I can’t stop watching him. We both groan and moan as he licks and sucks me. It’s been way too long since I’ve had a guy’s mouth on me, and I’m not prepared when the intense tingling pulses through me. He grabs my hips, tugging me closer, so my ass hangs off the bed. I grip the long strands of his hair with one hand, making sure he has no plans of stopping, while I shamelessly buck along his face. His groan grows louder and fills the small room.

He grips my ass as though he’s saying that I’m not going anywhere until I’m a fumbling mess. God, if he’s this good at oral, I can’t imagine the magic he can create with his dick. One of his hands disappears from my ass, and a second later, his finger teases my opening.

I have no energy to watch him anymore, and my back falls to the bed as waves build on top of one another. Then he adds a second finger and those waves build to a tsunami. In and out his fingers move masterfully, building my orgasm. His mouth covers my clit, working in the perfect pattern. I clench hard on his fingers, trying to stave off my climax and enjoy this for a few more minutes.

But the strangled noise that leaves him as though he’s tortured by the thought of what that will feel like around his dick sends that giant wave crashing on the shore and undoes me as I spiral into pure bliss. No worries, no second-guessing, just me filtering like water onto a sandy beach until I’m limp on the bed, sprawled out for his viewing pleasure.

He kisses his way up my body. I want to lie here and enjoy it, but he’s got way too many clothes on. So I flip him over.

“I take it that was a winner?” he asks, a sly grin in place. “I mean, to keep up my end of the arrangement?”

“Do you need an ego boost, Cade?”

His fingers land on my ribs, tickling me until I’m the one on my back.

“Your screams were enough,” he whispers, kneeling in front of me, then he strips off his T-shirt with one hand behind his back. I don’t know why it’s sexy as hell when guys do that, but it is.

I slide my hands down his chest. The man is incredible, lean muscle from his biceps to his rippling abs.

“Don’t worry, you can wash your panties afterward.”

I shove his chest. “Cocky much?”

He grabs my hands and puts them on his jeans where I can feel his straining erection under the denim. “With you? Never.”

The moment grows serious somehow. I have no idea how he’s able to switch gears so fast.

I unbutton his jeans and slide down the zipper. With his help, he’s out of his jeans, only in his boxer briefs. I’ve always loved the power of making a man rock-hard. His smoldering eyes watching my hand rub along his stiff length gets me wetter.

He puts his hand over mine, applying more pressure, and our eyes lock. “Damn, your hand feels too good on me.”

I slide it under the waistband of his boxers. He’s the perfect mix of silky soft over hard strength, pulsing in my hand.

“Fuck,” he murmurs when I move my hand up and down.

He hooks his fingers under his waistband and pushes them down his hips, so I don’t have to take my hand off of him. And he’s a sight. My experience in the sex department is minimal. Enough to know what a guy likes, but not enough to feel like a master. So I appreciate that he was comfortable enough to show me how much pressure to use. I tighten my grip and pump him, and he touches my breast, thumbing my nipple.

“I have really bad news,” he says, his voice strained.

“Am I doing it wrong?” How embarrassing is this?

“Jesus, no.” His large hand never leaves my breast. “I’m assuming you don’t have condoms.”

Fuck, he’s so right. “Why do you assume that?”

His eyes light up. “You do?”

My head falls back on the mattress. “No. I don’t.”

Still, I pump him because although I want to know what he feels like inside me, I’m not opposed to returning the favor of an orgasm.

“I have them in my room, but in order for me to get them, we have to stop doing what we’re doing and I have to get dressed.”

I raise up on my knees and his hand falls from my breast. Once I’m on my knees, staring at him with the tip of his dick in front of my mouth, he uses both hands to reach around me and grab my breasts.

“Then let me repay the favor.”

“I really want to fuck you though,” he says.

But he loses the fight when I put my mouth on him. My tongue slowly licks up him until precum glistens on his tip. I twirl it with my tongue and wrap my mouth around him. He bucks forward.

“Damn,” he says in a rough voice.

I push him down my throat and raise back up, pumping with my hand at the base because I’m not sure I can fit all of him in my mouth. His noises become uncontrolled and my own arousal peaks again. When I continue working him, his hands slide into my hair and he pumps into my mouth a few times before he eases out of me and slides off the bed.

“Sorry, I need to be inside you. Give me a second.” He shrugs off his jeans and stares at me naked on the