The dry scratchy feeling, that’s what Bryan dislikes about the dark red couch in the TV room of Danielle’s apartment. It doesn’t bother Danielle, he figures, because she’s allowed to sit on it fully clothed. She never has to feel that harsh fabric on her bare thighs and butt. Every time Bryan visits her apartment they sit together, her fully clothed and him fully naked, and as he rests his head on her shoulder, the couch digs into him, constantly reminding him how exposed his smooth, shaved body is. He pretends not to be bothered. It’s easier not to complain. His nudity is one of the many rules of their relationship, and he puts up with it because it makes her happy.
Danielle stands up and steps toward her kitchen. “I’m getting a drink, want one?”
She tries to get him to drink when she is about to try something new. It makes him nervous, wondering what’s coming. “Yes, thanks I’ll have whatever you have.”
She walks off and Bryan can’t help but stare at her toned ass and thighs as she goes. His naked cock twitches between his legs as he’s reminded why he puts up with her. His hand wanders between his legs and almost without realizing it he is stroking one finger along the underside of his shaft. He doesn’t hear Danielle finish pouring the drinks. She rounds the corner back to the TV room and Bryan just barely manages to stop in time to not get caught.
She puts the glasses down on the table. “Were you just touching yourself while I was out of the room?”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Why are you so hard?”
Bryan turns red. “It happens randomly sometimes, I was looking at you while you walked away but” he trails off.
Danielle smirks. “So you get hard just by looking at me?”
He can’t make eye contact. “Sometimes, not always, I don’t control it.”
She drops herself down on the couch and pulls off her sweater, revealing a grey t-shirt. Bryan tries not to look at her breasts, attempting to deny his arousal. She throws an arm around his shoulder and pulls him in close, and he gets a little dizzy as he smells her perfume mixed with slight sweat. “You’re getting even harder. You must really want it today.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize, just drink your drink.”
Bryan takes a breath and comes to his senses slightly. Yes, the drink. He picks it up carefully and brings it to his lips. His heart is pounding and his hand is shaking slightly, he doesn’t want to drop it. He takes the first swallow without even bothering to figure out what it is. A vodka martini. She’s definitely trying to get him drunk. Doesn’t matter. She’s right, he wants her. He takes another sip and closes his eyes.
Suddenly Danielle’s mouth is an inch from his ear, and her breathy whisper startles him. “I love how smooth you feel.”
She ia running her fingers up his leg, and he squirms when she got close to his penis. He nods, “I know the rules. Shave before I come over.”
He isn’t looking at her, but her face is so close that he can almost feel her mouth curl into a grin. “Since you’re so soft and clean, maybe I’ll do something extra nice for you today. Since you obviously need it so badly.”
His heart pounds and he finishes the drink in one last gulp. “You mean?”
She nods and pushes him onto his back, kissing him deeply and pinning him in place. Her soft shirt brushes against his skin and makes him shiver.
She kisses his neck, his collar bone, his chest. She sucks on his nipple, and he tries to push her away but can’t. She is always too aggressive with her mouth, she doesn’t know how sensitive he is. But he doesn’t care that she’s too forceful. He is desperate now, and starting to feel a slight buzz from the alcohol. She kisses his sternum, his stomach, licks her way down his side, tickling him. She grabs his legs and pulls them apart, and finally places her mouth at the base of his cock, giving it a kiss. She kisses slowly up his length, then back down, getting it wet.
Slippery with her spit, she wraps her hand tightly around him and starts to stroke. It is a little too tight and a little too fast, and Bryan again wishes that she wasn’t so rough. But he can’t find the words to express that, because she places the tip of his erection in her mouth and begins to suck, and his mind goes blank. She closes her lips tightly, sucking the tip like she is trying to drain him, the suction making the head of his cock grow even larger in her mouth. He focuses on the feeling and hopes for it to continue. Last time she did this she got tired of it long before he was going to finish.
Her free hand traces his chest, feeling his muscles, scraping him with her nails. “Do you want me to keep going?” She asks.
Bryan doesn’t say anything but nods. He feels her change positions, her mouth moving down to his shaved balls and she takes both of them fully in, keeping them warm and wet and gently moving her tongue under while she jerks him off. Earlier times, he had been embarrassed when she did this, but now he was accustomed to it, and the martini helped him relax. With the shame forgotten, he could let himself feel only the physical experience. An overpowering warmth, like her whole body was inside her mouth. He is surprised how quickly he is to losing control. “Danielle, I’m going to cum.”
“Don’t cum yet, baby.”
He screws his eyes shut and tries to resist, but she isn’t making it easy. Her hand moves up and down at the same speed as ever. She takes her mouth away again, leaving his balls covered in drool, and massages them for a moment with her left hand. Then she pushes his legs further back. “Danielle, I told you…”
She licks from his balls down his soft taint and to his pink ass. He had told her before that he preferred she didn’t lick him there. But he had not made it a hard limit, and so, like everything in their relationship, it was up to her.
The sensation of her tongue pressing into him as she pushes her face between his round, toned cheeks was unfamiliar and makes his head swim, shocked to find himself even closer to orgasm than before. He is ready to blow any second, and opens his mouth to tell her that he needs to finish soon. By the time he starts speaking it’s too late. “Danielle I need to… I’m cumming” and within a second the first wave of pleasure runs through him like electricity, making all his nerves stand on end. Instantly the force she is applying to his cock is too much and he clutches her hand to slow her down.
The overstimulation of his cock almost makes him forget about the feel of tongue on his ass, but he is suddenly brought back to it as her tongue slides over him again and a second wave of pleasure hits, this time accompanied by a small dribble of cum, running down his shaft, his balls, and into Danielle’s mouth. She releases him with her hand and takes her face, messy with her own spit, away from his ass. Bryan’s breathing is ragged and he is shaking slightly. “Thank you miss.”
“You’re welcome baby. Now my turn.”
Bryan rolls off the couch and crawls on hands and knees to sit on the floor in front of Danielle. She pulls down her jeans and panties just enough to reveal everything, lifting her legs to give him access. This part he is familiar with. He uses his mouth on her far more often than she does on him. He never minded it though, he wants to make her feel good. He places his tongue gently on her clit and begins to very lightly flick over it. As he runs his tongue over her thick brown hair, he briefly wishes that it was more accepted for guys to be unshaven too. It takes him a lot of time to shave. But he had to admit, he looked cuter without the hair.
She moans and pulls him in with her leg. He tries to breathe in with his nose, before she pushes him against her so hard that he can’t breathe at all. Sometimes she holds him there until he gets lightheaded, and he wants to be ready this time. She looks down at him, his wiry back muscles, dark hair, pale skin. His ass just barely visible from her angle. “Look up baby.”
She likes when he makes eye contact, and he has gotten good at keeping it. He likes seeing her eyes, how each thing he does makes her feel. They are connected that way, immediately seeing the evidence of each other’s every thought flickering in the tiny expressions of the eyes. One look means she is going to cum. Another look means to go faster. She can see when he needs a break, when he wants to be smothered, when he wants to have his hair pulled. They know each other’s minds as well as they know each other’s bodies.
Her nipples are hard against her shirt, and she begins to play with them as he licks her. Her pussy tastes good to him, so familiar that he barely notices it. She squeezes his head with her thighs a little. She doesn’t realize her obvious tell, but he knows this is a guaranteed sign that she is close. The harder she squeezes, the closer she is. He switches from gentle flicking and teasing to steady, focused licking, concentrating on pushing her over the edge, and inserts one finger into her. Curling it towards himself, he gets into a rhythm, determined to make her cum. She moans loudly. “Here it comes, baby, keep doing that, keep going.”
Her thighs tense and her toes curl. He keeps going, keeps the same rhythm. She is shaking, her legs opening and closing involuntarily, alternately wanting to protect herself from the intensity and wanting expose herself to the pleasure. He keeps going, keeps looking at her, although she is not looking back, she has thrown her head back and shut her eyes. She is dripping wet, her muscles tensing around his finger as she convulses, but he keeps stroking it across her insides. He knows by this point her clit is too sensitive to be directly touched, so he just brushes his lips over her as he gradually slows the movement of his finger.
He removes his finger and replaces it with his open mouth, drinking her juices as her strained breathing slowly returns to normal. She strokes his hair. “Show me.”
He opens his mouth, showing that he has swallowed everything that dripped out of her as she came. Another rule of hers, another rule he has gotten used to because it makes her happy. He rests his head between her legs, exhausted, as she tangles her fingers in his hair. He feels safe near her, he loves the way she looks and feels. He loves the soft way she speaks to him when he has done a good job pleasing her. He leans his cheek on her mound, letting the tension leave his slightly sore. Her bush is soft against his cheek.
She never finished the drink she poured herself, so she picks it up and slowly enjoys it as he lies on her and daydreams. His knees start to hurt a little. “Can I come back up to the couch?”
“Of course, but keep lying with your head in my lap.”T
He smiles, she pulls her panties and jeans back on. He lies across the couch, head on her thighs, little drops of cum still dripping from his softening cock. She turns the TV back on as he tries not to fall asleep, all the tension and worries drained out of him.
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