Stone Creek by Davis, Lainey (reading diary .TXT) 📕

few swigs before he dips his head to my chest, sucking my nipples through the material of my bra and t-shirt. "Pumpkin pie," he says into my shirt, "never tasted so good."

I laugh and Neal takes the water glass from me. He sets it on the counter and picks me up, carrying me over the threshold into his room. "Shouldn't we get our stuff from the floor?" I manage to ask before he plunks me onto his bed. "Your roommates could come home."

Neal stands above me stroking his length. I am so turned on watching him touch himself, and I like how he makes eye contact with me as he does. I realize now that the other guys I've been with were so lackluster for me because they failed to take charge. They were all timid and awkward, where Neal just moves and my body responds to him immediately. I don't know if it's that Neal is just confident in his abilities or if it's that he spends so much time playing an aggressive contact sport, but when it comes to sex, there is no doubt that he is in control. Lucky for me, his primary goal seems to be making me cum as many times as possible. He closes his bedroom door and presses the lock. "I want you to put me in your mouth, Dahlia," he says.

I look up at him. I've never given a blowjob before, and never really wanted to before now. Suddenly the thought of licking and sucking that beautiful cock, source of so much pleasure, sounds delectable to me. I begin to understand why Neal gets so turned on by going down on me. He stands next to the bed still stroking his shaft, and I nod, licking my lips. Neal climbs onto the bed and lies back against the pillows so I can crawl between his legs.

He reaches down to cup my breasts as I cradle his cock in my hand. I gaze at it and see it twitch in my palm, and I dip my head to lick the smooth skin. He tastes salty, and I can smell the sweat of his exertion from the living room. The musky combination turns me on and as I circle the tip with my tongue, a drop of precum slides from the slit of Neal's cock.

"Fuck, Dahlia. That's so perfect," he says. I love knowing that I can make him feel good, too. I think of all the things he did with his tongue on my body as I explore him. His eyes are closed as I take the head into my mouth. I slide my lips down the shaft and Neal's hands drop from my breasts to the bed. I see him fisting the bed sheets as I slide him further and further into my mouth. I try to smile, knowing I'm giving him so much pleasure, but it's hard to do that with my mouth so filled and stretched.

I try opening my throat, eager to take in as much of him as I can. I have one hand curled around the root of his cock and I slowly ease him my mouth in until I feel the tip hit the back of my throat. I gag briefly, but relax as I hear Neal begin to moan. He raises his hips from the bed and I move my other hand to feel the divot at the top of his thigh, where firm leg curves into taut buttock.

I begin to move my head slowly up and down his shaft and Neal moves one hand gently into my hair. His fingers stroke my long braid as it falls over my shoulder. I start to wonder what it would feel like to have him cum in my mouth, what it would taste like to suck down every hot drop of him. I start to squeeze harder at the base as I move my head, my tongue flat against the underside of his cock and flicking the rim with each upward motion of my mouth.

Neal begins breathing faster and says, "Shit. Dahlia. I'm going to lose it. Your mouth is so incredible." I love knowing that I have the power to make him cum, and I can see why he took so much pride in knowing how hard he made me cum. It feels amazing to get someone else to this point of release. I keep going, bringing my free hand to cup his balls. I look at Neal's strained face and somehow know that if I squeeze, he will orgasm. When I do, I feel him spurting jets of milky white cum into my mouth. I savor the look of him, his face frozen in ecstasy and his beautiful body tensed beneath mine. I lick him clean and he opens his eyes to stare at me. "How are you this incredible," he asks.

Neal pulls me up into his arms and cradles me against his chest, kissing my head until we both fall asleep tangled in his sheets. A few hours later, I wake up to Neal's face between my legs, returning the favor. We have sex again in his bed, slow and gentle this time, and when we finish I'm too tired to walk home.

CHAPTER SEVEN

 

 

I wake up in the morning just as dawn breaks. The excitement and passion of last night is replaced by a sinking dread. I sit up and rake my hands through my hair, squeezing at my temples. "Shit." I can't help but curse.

Neal opens one eye and looks up at me. He grunts and tries to pull me back down. "Neal, wake up. You have to go in the living room and get my clothes for me." I try shaking his arm, but he's dead to the world again.

"Just throw on something of mine." He rolls over and puts the pillow over his head, then sits up