Page 252 of Trouble from Abroad
She takes me—what she can—in one go. Her eyes flutter close, and she exhales through her nose with a soft, aching sound. She releases me with a pop and looks up.
“But I like when you talk to me. I want you to talk methrough it.And I want to know howyoulike it.”
That’s more like it.Me. Not other men. There’s just the two of us here.
“Start with the tip. Lick it good. Lots of spit.”
Mia doesn’t hesitate. Her tongue moves over me, hot and wet, thorough enough that my legs question whether they can survive the lesson. Of course she’d crush this. Mia always strives for excellence.
I gather her hair into a fist, a makeshift ponytail. I need a clear view of that hungry mouth. And a little leverage never hurts.
“Wanna unleash that porn star in you? Spit on it, baby. Get it nice and wet. Show me your mess, pretty girl. Make it shine for me.”
The second the words leave my mouth, I wonder if I pushed too far. But when I see her enthusiasm double with my cock between her lips, every last filter goes up in smoke.
Without missing a beat, Mia lowers my cock and lets a slow string of spit fall onto the tip. It lands messy and perfect, glistening. Then she drags her tongue over the crown, spreading it around.
My hips jerk, and I twitch against her grip. Control leaves me in a broken, breathless, “Fu-u-u-ck.”
She's acing this. Honors-level.
Out loud this time, I say, “Fuck, baby, you’re doing so good. I could come right now, did you know that?”
Her eyes, those wide, tell-it-all eyes, plead with me not to, and I chuckle. “Don’t worry. I won’t. Not yet. We’re going to make this lesson last.”
Damn. That might’ve been my first lie to Mia. Or at the very least, a promise I’m not entirely sure I can uphold.
My star pupil, full of initiative, trails spit down my length in long strokes. “And now?” she asks.
“Now that you got me covered in your spit, you can start taking me in.” She’s already moving before I finish the sentence. “Slow, baby. No rush. Breathe through your nose. If you need more air, stop and take it.”
Please. Please, stop and take it, or I’ll be done for.
“Get used to it. Any inch you get inside that hot little mouth of yours is a gift.” I pause, for my sanity and some air. “One I haven’t earned yet.”
My words have the opposite effect. Either semantics arelost on Mia, or she’s weaponizing them, because she keeps moving forward, taking more of me. Inch after greedy inch. She's hell-bent on testing the limits of human anatomy.
I’m by no means… average. I’ve spent enough time in locker rooms, seen enough porn to know I’m firmly on the higher end of the spectrum. Which right now feels less like bragging rights and more like a goddamn hazard.
She starts to struggle; mouth stretched taut, lips straining around me. Beautiful. She’s about halfway down now, and the deeper I go, the tighter it gets around the head.
“I know you said you wanted to learn not to gag,” I rasp. She nods—or tries to—with her mouth so full. And fuck me, the sight alone nearly undoes me. Eyes bright with the effort while her throat welcomes me in. “But watching you choke on me? That would destroy me, Mia. Seeing your eyes water, feeling your throat squee?—”
Her hands run up my ass, and she pulls me closer, forcing me deeper. I hiss, teeth clenched, fingers knotting in her hair. Not to control her, but to ground myself.
Jesus Christ. She's about to suck the soul out of me.
“You also said you wanted to taste me, which you did,” I manage. “But you didn’t say if you want to swallow.”
She nods again, urgent and obedient, eyes begging me not to stop.
It should be funny, her nodding with my cock crammed down her throat, but there’s nothing humorous about this. It’s hands-down the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
She’s not taking me all the way tonight. I know that. But the way she tries, the fire in her eyes… makes me believe she will. Soon.
My thighs twitch, abs clamp. I brace a hand behind her head, the other at her nape, as I breathe through the heat searing my spine.
“There’s more to a blow job than just your mouth,” I grind out. “Pump the rest of my length with your hand.” She does. “Harder. Tighter. Yeah. Just like—fuck—that.”
