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He flopped over on the bed, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his own cock still hard and leaking against his stomach where he’d been stroking himself. I didn’t even think about it. I just leaned over and wrapped my hand around him, still riding the aftershocks of my own orgasm, determined to give him the same thing he’d just given me.
“West, you don’t gotta—”
“Shut up, Buttercup,” I said, echoing his own words back at him. “It’s my turn.”
I opened my mouth and attempted to swallow his cock whole, just like he’d done to mine. The sweet taste of his pre-cum filled my mouth, making me groan. But when his cock hit the back of my throat, I instantly gagged and pulled back, my eyes tearing up instantly.
“Take it easy,” he laughed, ruffling my hair. “You’ve never done this before. Just do a little bit at a time. I don’t need you to deepthroat me on the first try.”
I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, embarrassed, but Rhett’s laugh was too warm, too fond for me to feel bad about it for long.
“Sorry,” I muttered, pressing a kiss to his hip instead, buying myself a second to figure out what I was doing. “Ain’t exactly somethin’ they teach you in school.”
“Believe me, I know.” He brushed his thumb along my jaw, tilting my face back up toward his. “Just go slow. Use your hand for what you can’t fit. There ain’t no rush.”
I nodded, determined, and wrapped my fist around the base of him where my mouth couldn’t reach yet, then leaned back down and took just the head between my lips. That much I could manage without choking, and the sound Rhett made when I swirled my tongue around it, low and strangled, went straight to my own spent cock like it hadn’t just finished in his mouth a minute ago.
“Fuck, West,” he breathed, his hips twitching up despite himself before he caught himself and went still, like he was scared of hurting me. “That’s—yeah, just like that.”
I found a rhythm after a minute, my hand working what I couldn’t take, and my tongue doing its best to mimic the things he’d done to me. It wasn’t smooth. I fumbled a couple times, pulled off to cough when I got a little too ambitious, but Rhett didn’t seem to mind one bit. If anything every stumble seemed to wind him tighter, his fingers weaving gently through my hair, his breath coming faster and more ragged with every pass.
“You’re doin’ so good,” he said, voice cracking on the last word. “God, Westley, I ain’t gonna last much longer, if you keep on like that.”
I hummed around him the way he’d done to me, and felt his whole body go rigid underneath my hands.
“West—I’m gonna—”
I pulled back just enough to keep my promise to myself, working him with my fist instead when he tipped over the edge. He came with a broken sound that he tried and failed to muffle against his own forearm, spilling over my knuckles and his stomach both. I watched him fall apart, chest heaving, eyes squeezed shut, and felt something settle deep and warm in my chest that had nothing to do with sex at all.
When he finally opened his eyes again, he looked at me like I’d hung the moon.
“C’mere,” he said, voice wrecked, reaching for me.
I crawled back up the bed and let him pull me down against him, uncaring about the mess still drying between us. He tucked his face into my neck, and I could feel him smiling against my skin.
“Mornin’,” he murmured.
“Mornin’, Buttercup.” I pressed a kiss to the top of his head, breathing him in. “Best one I’ve had in a long while.”
Then I pulled my hand up, turning it over in the dim light, his cum glistening on my fingers. Curiosity got the better of me and I brought it to my mouth, giving it a tentative lick. To my surprise, it was both salty and sweet at the same time and not unpleasant at all.
“That’s better than I expected,” I said, licking my finger again.
“Did you think it would be bad?”
I shrugged. “Jennifer made it sound like it was the worst thing she’d ever tasted.”
“You never tried your own?”
I furrowed my brow for a moment before shaking my head. “No. Never thought about it.” I slid back down his body, running my tongue across his stomach where his cum had pooled and he shivered beneath me. “Not gonna waste it now though.”
“Fuck, West…” Rhett groaned, staring down at me as I cleaned him with my tongue. “You keep doin’ that and I’ll need another blowjob.”
I just looked up at him, a big, stupid grin on my face. “We got time.”
Chapter 15
Rhett
