I remember the exact moment I decided I was going to ruin you.
We’d been flirting for weeks; late-night texts that started innocent and ended with me describing exactly how I’d look on my knees for you. You kept saying shit like “you’re trouble” and “I don’t know if I could handle you,” but every time we hung out, your eyes would drop to my mouth like you were already imagining it wrapped around you. So when you finally invited me over that Friday night, giving me some bullshit excuse about “showing me your new place,” I showed up wearing the shortest skirt I owned, my favorite lace thong, and lipstick the color you would picture fresh, naughty sin.
Your house was nice, what I saw of it. It smelled of your cologne you’d put on just for me and as if I weren’t already turned on enough, that really did it. By the time we made it to the kitchen, I couldn’t do the small talk any longer. I didn’t care to give you time to play host. My mind was on one thing and one thing only. My mind was 100% set on what I was about to do. I pushed you back against the wall, kissed you hard enough to mark you and then dropped straight to my knees without a word.
You sucked in a breath like I’d punched you. “Liza!”
“Shh.” I looked up, eyes locked with yours while my fingers worked your belt open. The clicking of that belt buckle sent so much electricity through me. “You’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Let me show you what happens when you finally get what you’ve been wanting.”
Your jeans hit the floor. Boxers next. And there you were… so fucking beautiful, already so hard your cock curved up toward your stomach, thick, flushed dark at the head, a bead of pre-cum shining at the slit. I craved you and it was everything I had in me to keep from devouring you the second I saw you. I wrapped my hand around the base, gave one slow, firm stroke just to feel you twitch in my palm… so fucking sexy. You groaned, head tipping back against the wall.
I started gently. Kissed the tip first… soft, almost sweet and so slippery smooth, then dragged my tongue flat along the underside from balls to tip, slow enough you could feel every ridge of my tongue. Your hips jerked forward involuntarily. I smiled against your skin and continued to look up at you.
“Fuck… you’re gonna kill me.”
“Not yet,” I smirked, then took just the head into my mouth. Sealed my lips around it, sucked lightly, let my tongue swirl lazy circles over the slit, tasting that salty first drop. Your hand found my hair immediately; not grabbing yet, just resting there like you needed something to hold onto.
I pulled off with a wet pop, looked up again. “You want more?”
Your voice was wrecked. “Please.”
That word… please… did something filthy to me.
I opened wider this time, took you deeper, let you slide over my tongue until you hit the back of my throat. I didn’t gag. I’d practiced on my toys just thinking about this moment, wanting to be able to take all of you without hesitation. Your moan was low, deep, almost pained; pure pleasure. I moaned around you, letting you know how much I really, really was enjoying this. My moans like vibration all the way down your shaft and your fingers tightened in my hair.
I set a rhythm. Slow at first. Deep, wet pulls that let you feel every inch of my mouth, every flick of my tongue along the underside. I kept my hand wrapped around what I couldn’t fit yet, stroking in time with my mouth, twisting gently at the base. Saliva dripped down your length, down my chest; slicking my fingers, making those hot, sloppy wet little sounds every time I pumped you.
You started breathing harder. “Jesus Christ, Liza… your mouth…”
I pulled off just long enough to speak, lips brushing the head as I did. “You like how wet I get for you?” I stroked you fast once, twice, then slowed again. “Look how fucking shiny you are already.”
Your eyes were glassy, pupils mesmerized. You nodded like you couldn’t form words.
I dove back down, faster this time. Took you to the back of my throat again and held you there, swallowing around you so you could feel the tightness of my throat muscles. Your whole body shuddered. I did it again…. held, swallowed, moaned, then pulled back to suck hard on the head while my tongue lashed the frenulum in quick little flicks.
“Fuck… fuck… wait…”
I didn’t wait. I don’t listen well.
I looked up, locked eyes with you, and started bobbing faster. Messy. Noisy. Spit running down my chin, dripping onto my tits where my top had slipped down. I moaned around you like I was the one getting off, and honestly, I was soaked, panties likely see-through by now, clit throbbing every time you groaned my name, tightening around nothing.
Your hips started moving; small, helpless thrusts you couldn’t stop. I let you. Encouraged it. Relaxed my throat and let you fuck my mouth shallowly while I sucked like I was trying to pull your soul out through your dick.
Your breathing turned ragged. “I’m… Liza… I’m gonna…”
I pulled off with a slow, deliberate drag of my lips, hand still pumping you slick and fast. “Not yet,” I said, with a hoarse voice. “I want to feel you lose it and I mean really… lose it.”
I went back down, deeper than before, nose brushing your pubic bone. Held you there. Swallowed again and again until tears filled my eyes from the stretch. You cursed, loud and broken. Your hand fisted my hair hard now, hips snapping forward once, twice…
I pulled back just enough to keep the head on my tongue, stroking furiously with both hands now, tight and wet and relentless. I looked up at you… mascara smudged, lips swollen, lipstick smeared around your cock, spit shining on my chin and said the words against your cock:
“Cum in my mouth. I want every fucking drop.”
That did it.
Your whole body locked up. A deep sound came out of you… half moan, half sob… and then you were cumming. Hot, thick pulses hitting the back of my tongue. I didn’t pull away. I sucked through it, milking you with my mouth and hands, swallowing every spurt while you shook and swore and gripped my hair like it was the only thing keeping you standing.
When you finally stopped pulsing, I kept you in my mouth a little longer… gentlly now, soft licks, cleaning you up while your thighs trembled. Only when you winced from oversensitivity I let you slip free.
I sat back on my heels, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked up at you.
Your knees nearly buckled. You slid down the wall until you were sitting on the floor, chest heaving, eyes dazed. Your cock was still twitching against your stomach, shiny and spent.
I crawled between your legs, kissed the inside of your thigh, then leaned up to whisper against your ear, nibbling your neck.
“Next time,” I said, “I’m riding your face until you beg me to stop. Then I’m sitting on this dick until neither of us can walk.”
You laughed, shaky, disbelieving. “You’re gonna fucking end me, Liza.”
I grinned, licked the corner of my mouth where I could still taste you.
“Good.”
Because that’s exactly what I came here to do.
