Chapter 11: Chapter 11

"Do you like it?"

"Mhmm."

"Can I do more?"

"I don't think-"

"But you said you liked it! Come on, one more. Just one more," I'm already grabbing his index finger with evil grin on my face.

He sighs, "Fine. One more."

I put his hand on my lap then reach for the small bottle in front of us. The moment I've finished uncap the bottle, he suddenly takes his hand back.

"I change my mind." He brings his hand to his back, hiding the one thing I want the most right now.

I narrow my eyes at him, "Give me." It's a stern order, along with my hand in the air, waiting for him to surrender his precious hand on my palm.

"Either you give me your finger or I finger your asshole right.now."

Instead of being intimidated by my threat, he chuckles and gets up, ready to leave the long couch we're sharing.

"Getting another drink. Want one?" He asks with the empty glass in his hand.

"Sit down, mister. We're not done yet."

"You're cute." With that he enters his room and leaves me alone with the opened bottle of my nail polish.

He was the one who wanted to try something new, anything that I wanna do. But after I've painted the nail of his middle finger, which he admitted "is pretty", and he likes it, enough to say yes for more but he backs out at the very last minute when I'm already this excited? Hmph.

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"You're gonna sleep on the couch tonight?"

My eyes remained shut eventhough I hear his question perfectly clear. I refuse to lose, I'll only move after he gives me his other four nails to paint. That's how I stubbornly stay at the couch for an hour now while he lies alone on the bed a few feet from me, just waiting for me to join him. Nope. Not losing the battle. I'm one egoistic bitch.

Guess he's waving the white flag by approaching me first.

"Not gonna talk to me?" Nope.

"Okay." What? He's supposed to surrender, not the other way round!

But I feel two warm hands slipping under my body and the next thing I know, I'm flying in the air.

"What are you doing?" I'm well aware of my body currently being carried by those large hands but it's a rhetorical question. To show how annoyed I am.

"I'm not gonna let you sleep on the couch." Just like that he places me on the bed we occupied last night after carrying me all the way from the couch.

"I want to."

"You're being stubborn."

"You broke your promise."

He sighs loudly then walks back to the couch. Great, another douchebag in the house. That's how he deals with his boyfriends? Breaking promises? Leaving them after breaking promises? Douche.

Sure, whatever, I'm overreacting. But can't you see how these small things add up? Perhaps it's worse when it comes to big decisions.

Not a perfect man afterall, huh.

He sighs again once he's next to me, handing me the nail polish bottle, "Do it. Do all nine nails."

I grin seeing how adorable his reluctant face is but it's not enough for me to let him escape. Not a douche then?

Twenty minutes well spent on grooming his nails, with lotsa laughter in between, he suddenly goes rigid when I inserted that one comment while painting the last nail; "I promise I'll blow you good if you stay still."

"You would?"

That's when it hits me. Gay. Blowjobs. Of course that's like the main appetiser for two gay men. He must have missed blowjobs a lot.

"You offered so I-" Look how cute he squirms when I finally lift my eyes to see his face after that daring blurt.

"I don't mind," I shrug, "But after this last one okay?"

He doesn't say anything as I go back to painting the last nail. I guess I'm as nervous as he is right now, because I never thought I'd do that tonight. Some kissings and make out, sure, as promised. But a blow job?

"There. Done." I put the cap on the bottle again as I warn him, "Don't move your fingers for the next ten minutes. Okay?"

He nods, so I get up and put the bottle safely at the bedside table before returning to him. He's still sitting at the edge of the bed, just like he was when I left thirty seconds ago.

Instead of sitting beside him like I did just now, I kneel in between his legs, definitely in position to cash my promise.

"Don't move your hand okay?" I remind him again when I see some movement, perhaps he's uncomfortable with the way I am with my body right now.

"Lift your buttocks, please," I ask politely once I reach for the waistband of his sweatpants. He looks at me in a way he's unsure if he should listen to me.

"Owen," I call his name as a sign to warn him he better does what I asked if he wants to be in paradise soon, which he obliges and lifts his ass.

I pull his sweatpants and finally, after eight days, I finally meet Owen Junior.

Or should I say, Owen Super Junior?

Because it looked so soft and squishy, wilting like a dead plant, obviously not fazed with my efforts tonight; revealing night gown, curled hair, light make up, geesh he sure is mocking me.

I remove the sweatpants and toss it aside. He's currently sitting in front of me naked, while I'm still fully dressed. Though my breasts are halfway out to the world, and legs are totally on display by how skimpy my night gown is. Pretty sure I'm eighty percents naked if we were to put a number of how naked I am now.

Thinking he needs a little assurance that it's okay he's not hard at all for me, or my species -obviously comforting myself here-, I tilt my head upwards to look at him in the eye.

My right hand lands on his thighs, then creeps towards his softie as I maintain the eye contact. Stroking it up and down, he looks at me with the same intensity we have every time we're in our staring competition.

I bring my face to the centre between his legs when the softie remains soft even after some love from my hand. Damn it, do you really like men that much.

Kissing his shaft gently, I have officially removed myself from the staring competition. Licking the tip in circles, running my tongue down to the base, taking the whole mushroom head into my mouth with my tongue swirling around it, finally, like finally I can breathe in relief when he turns semi hard. Guess he needs my face off the equation to get hard?

A few minutes later, when I keep bobbing the upper part of his cock, taking as much as I can before reaching my gag reflex, while stroking his remaining length with my fingers, I hear a pained moan as I feel his cock is getting harder now.

I steal a look to feed my curiosity if he's watching me but to my disappointment, his eyes were shut. There's this little part in me feeling a bit taken, wondering if he's imagining it's a guy blowing him, not me.

"Ffffffuck!" He growls when I finally let go of his cock after sucking it for a good thirty seconds. Hollowing my jaw, purely suck, with no air in between. So he likes that, huh? He likes being vacuumed.

"Yes yes yes baby yes." I can't stop myself from feeling proud when I hear him almost pleading with more sounds coming from his mouth.

"Don't stop." His hand is touching the back of my head, encouraging me to continue taking him in my mouth when I'm half way to retrieve it.

"Fuck my face." I tell him the moment I let go of his now fully-erected cock. It's not the biggest I've had, but it's still above average. I still remember how uncomfortable it was to be pounded by a big cock so for me, his is just perfect.

Shit, even his cock is perfect. Why do you have to be gay?

"Are you sure?" I can definitely detect his concern from the tone of his voice.

I raise my head to look at him, "Yes."

"Okay," he says it almost like a whisper, as if he's reluctant to do it. Or should I say, he's doing it just because I asked?

"Tap my knee whenever you want me to stop." Okay that's a first.

Nobody has ever told me that before they fuck my face, they'd just use my mouth, and stop when I push them if it's too much. But I answer him anyway, "Okay."

And so our first real oral sex begins when he gets up from the bed, standing in front of me with his hard cock looking at me angrily, as if wanting me to pay some respect to him. So much of paying respect, you couldn't even get up just now.

I stand on my knees to match the height of where his cock is hanging, ready to be used.

"Wait," he suddenly strides to the bed. Wait? Is he seriously bailing out right now?

But he returns with a pillow in his hand, placing it on the floor, "Knees."

Oh wow, this is another first. Because no guy has ever pays this much attention to my well-being prior a blowjob. Just wow.

I move my knees from the rough, cold floor to the pillow he laid out just now. His fingers touch each side of my head then carefully gathers my hair in one hand.

I still can't stop myself from melting for this guy; he is so meticulous in his effort to prevent me from getting burn on my knees, and tried to make me as comfortable as possible, why do you have to be so perfect.

"Open your mouth." Using his deep voice, he commands like a true dominating man, totally opposite of what he was a second ago, or how he has been with me since the past one week.

I follow the order and open my mouth. Why am I getting nervous? This is not my first rodeo.

"Wider." I swear I get wet just from that one word.

I oblige and widen the opening of my mouth. But he takes his own time to look at me, observe my vulnerability, then finally after what felt like an eternity with my mouth gaping, jaw seriously tired by how wide I open my mouth, he finally shoves his veiny cock in.

Nine men, but none of them ever fucked me this rough when my hands automatically flies to hold onto his thighs, trying to minimise the impact of his cock going in and out of my mouth in such rapid speed.

I'm a mess with my saliva dripping on my chest, as I gag, sometimes coughing when he forces all of him into me every time he thrusts it in. Fuck, now I know why he gave that little instruction. Because I have no control over myself by how fast everything is happening.

And yet I can't bring myself to tap his knees.

"Hands to the back, if you want me to cum in your mouth." He lets out another command which I instantly oblige, tucking them neatly behind me.

I don't think my brain is functioning anymore because all I want right now is to please him as much as I can, eventhough this will be the first time I'm taking cum in my mouth.

"Fuck your mouth feels so good, I can't wait to take your ass." Pretty sure he used that line with his previous partners because there's no way I'm letting him near my back door.

Before I can say anything to it, I suddenly feel warm liquid flows into my mouth. Which a second later I pull my face as fast as I can from his pulsating cock and cough, spitting the salty fluid to the floor.

But he hasn't finished, and by how sudden everything happened, he couldn't control it so his cum are sprayed all over the place; my face, my body and my hair.

"Shit." That's all I can hear from his mouth when I'm still coughing because of the taste of his cum. God, I hate it. I fucking hate it. I'll never eat cum again!

"Are you okay?" I feel his large hand rubbing my back when I'm still coughing, kneeling on the floor.

"I'll be back." He went missing as I spit more of that horrible-taste liquid to the floor. Instead of kneeling, I sit properly on the floor, trying to regulate my heart beat. He fucked me so fast, so rough, as if I'm some kinda object instead of a human being. My heart is still beating fast by the adrenaline rush.

"Here," a bottle of water that's already uncapped is being handed to me. I take it and drink the water right away to ease my dry throat.

"You okay?" The apologetic tone from the guy who is still caressing my back makes me stop drinking the water.

"Yeah." My voice came out a little hoarser than usual. Perhaps due to the cough.

"Do you want me to clean you up or..?" He shows the wet cloth in his right hand, asking for permission if he can touch me after the whole scene just now.

I finally realise my chest is covered with saliva, though my hair and some parts of my body have splatter of his thick, cream colored cum.

"I'll just, uhm, take that." I reach for the cloth and wipe my face, which in the middle of it I can't help but to laugh. He fucking decorated my face.

He looked at me in confusion so I let it out, "The way you sprayed the whole thing like a fountain, were you making a show or what?" He really did it as if his cock is a champagne bottle, popping it out and splashing it everywhere- on me.

He ruffles his hair with an awkward face, "I haven't, uhh, for quite some time so the load is a bit, uhh."

I laugh louder seeing how pink he is. So. Freaking. Cute.