My mattress springs creak beneath us like they’re providing commentary on what’s happening. Ashley’s head bobs between my legs with the determined focus of someone trying to solve a particularly difficult math problem. Her sandy blonde ponytail tickles my thighs with each movement, and I grip the sheets to keep myself from squirming.
“Mmm,” I groan, trying to sound appreciative even though her teeth keep grazing parts that should never, ever meet teeth.
She’s been at it for about ten minutes now, alternating between suction that could extract oil from the ground and these weird circular motions with her tongue that feel more confusing than pleasurable. But she’s trying so hard, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration like this is the most important test she’ll ever take.
“Oh yeah, that’s... that’s good,” I encourage, wincing as she accidentally uses too much pressure again.
Suddenly, Ashley pulls back, letting me fall from her mouth with a wet pop. She wipes her lips with the back of her hand, looking up at me with those intense green eyes.
“How was that?” she asks, genuinely curious.
I force a smile that I hope looks sincere. “Great! Really great.”
Ashley’s expression immediately shifts. Her eyes narrow, and she sits back on her heels, crossing her arms over her chest. “Bullshit.”
“No, seriously, it was…“
“Vince,” she cuts me off, her voice sharp enough to slice through my people-pleasing facade. “I need you to fucking pay attention.”
I blink at her, caught off guard by the sudden intensity. “What?”
She sighs, running a hand through her slightly disheveled hair. “I need to get super good at blow jobs, okay? So don’t just do your default thing where you try to people-please.”
My cheeks burn. Am I really that predictable? “I wasn’t…“
“Yes, you were.” She moves up the bed to sit beside me, our naked shoulders touching. “Look, this isn’t about stroking my ego. This is about me learning what works so I can blow Dante’s mind.” She pauses, then adds with a smirk, “Literally.”
The casual mention of Dante sends an uncomfortable twinge through my chest that I try to ignore. I clear my throat. “Okay, so what do you want me to do?”
“Be honest,” she says, her eyes locked on mine. “Tell me what feels good and what doesn’t. Give me feedback. How else am I supposed to learn?”
I swallow hard, mustering up the courage to be honest. “Well, you keep getting teeth on it.”
Ashley’s face scrunches up in confusion. “I thought a little teeth was good.”
“No,” I say quickly. “Definitely no teeth. Like, ever.”
She nods, taking this in like I’ve just shared some profound wisdom. “What else?”
I stare at the ceiling, trying to organize my thoughts.
“I don’t know... there’s not a lot of fanfare going on.”
“What?” Ashley tilts her head, ponytail swinging.
“Like in porn,” I explain, immediately regretting my word choice. “The girl isn’t usually just sucking. She’s kissing it and licking it. Teasing it.” I pause, feeling my face burn hotter. “And maybe you could use your hands to play with my balls, BUT DON’T SMOOSH THEM!”
Ashley bursts out laughing, her whole face lighting up in a way I haven’t seen in years. It’s infectious, and despite my embarrassment, I find myself smiling too.
“Tease it a little, huh?” she says, contemplating this new strategy.
She gets on her knees between my legs again, staring at my erection with renewed determination. Then, to my horror, she grabs it and holds it up like a microphone.
“Testing, testing, one, two, three,” she says into it, her voice exaggeratedly deep. “Is this thing on?”
“No, I hate that,” I groan, covering my face with my hands. “It’s so cringey.”
“Don’t be a dick, Vince,” she retorts, but she’s still laughing.
I peek through my fingers and find myself laughing too. It’s strange how comfortable this has become so quickly. Being naked together, joking around like we used to when we were kids, except now with... this.
Ashley’s laughter fades as she thinks for a moment. “Alright, how about this?”
She lowers her head and surprises me by pressing her lips against my inner thigh. The unexpected tenderness of it sends a shiver through my entire body. She works her way up slowly, trailing kisses along my skin until she reaches my shaft.
My breath catches as she kisses it gently, starting at the base and working her way up to the head where she places a surprisingly cute, almost chaste kiss. Then she drags her tongue along the underside, from base to tip, in one long, slow motion.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, the word escaping before I can stop it.
Ashley glances up at me, a flash of pride in her eyes when she sees my reaction.
“Alright,” she says with a satisfied nod, “I think I’m getting it now.”
She lowers her head again and starts truly teasing me, her tongue flicking playfully around the tip before she takes me into her mouth. Just the head at first, then gradually more. The wet heat of her mouth sends electricity up my spine. This time she’s careful, no teeth, just soft lips and that curious tongue exploring every inch.
Then I feel her hand cup my balls, gently massaging them with just the right pressure. Not too hard, not too soft. Perfect.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, my hips involuntarily lifting off the bed. “That’s... that’s really good.”
I can see a smile in her eyes even with her mouth full. She’s enjoying the power she has over me right now, watching my every reaction.
“You know,” she says thoughtfully, pulling back and resting her cheek against my thigh, “this kind of thing probably won’t work for Dante.”
“What?” I ask, trying to focus through the haze of pleasure still clouding my brain.
She traces lazy circles on my hip with her finger. “He’s not like you, Vince. You probably want something slow and cute, right?” There’s no mockery in her voice, just matter-of-fact observation. “But Dante’s like... an alpha’s alpha. He’s probably going to force it down my throat and make me choke on it.”
My stomach twists uncomfortably at the image, but Ashley continues, completely oblivious to my reaction.
“Plus, I heard he’s huge,” she adds, eyes widening slightly. “So I’m gonna have to get used to deep-throating.”
I say nothing, a knot forming in my chest.
“You have to fuck my face, Vince,” she says suddenly, looking up at me with those determined green eyes.
“What?” I choke out, sitting up slightly.
“You heard me.” She positions herself between my legs again. “Grab my head and thrust into my mouth.”
My heart hammers against my ribs. “But I’m worried I’ll hurt you...”
“Vince,” she sighs, frustration edging into her voice, “if I don’t learn this, I won’t be enough.”
Something in her tone catches me off guard. There’s a deep vulnerability there.
“Is that what you think?” I ask softly.
Her expression hardens immediately. “No, shut up. We’re not talking about that.” She shakes her head firmly. “Just come on, grab my head and start fucking.”
I hesitantly reach forward, threading my fingers through her soft hair. It feels wrong somehow, too aggressive for what we’ve been doing. But she’s looking at me expectantly, so I gently grasp her head and begin thrusting, moving as slowly and carefully as possible.
The glare she gives me could melt steel. Her eyes narrow with such obvious annoyance that I immediately freeze.
“Don’t be a fucking pussy, Vince,” she mumbles around me, the vibration of her words sending a shock through my system.
I sigh, loosening my grip on my inhibitions. “Okay, fine.”
I tighten my fingers in her hair and start thrusting more forcefully into her warm mouth. Her eyes water slightly as she takes me deeper, but she’s making a conscious effort to open wider, to accommodate me. I can see the resolve in her eyes even as she struggles.
“Mmphaster,” she manages to get out despite having her mouth full, the garbled word somehow still perfectly clear in its meaning.
“Are you sure?” I ask, still hesitant.
She just glares up at me, and the challenge in those green eyes breaks something loose inside me.
“Fine,” I mutter, and really start to use her head, pulling her down onto me as I thrust upward.
The sensation is overwhelming. The wet heat of her mouth, the way her throat constricts around me when I push too deep, the sight of her lips stretched around me, it’s almost too much. A whimper escapes my throat before I can stop it, embarrassingly high-pitched and needy.
“Oh god,” I gasp, my hips developing a rhythm of their own.
Ashley’s making these little choking sounds, but she’s not pulling away. If anything, she seems encouraged by my reaction, her hands gripping my thighs tightly as she lets me control the pace.
I’m lost in the feeling now, all my earlier reservations melting away under the intense pleasure. There’s something primal about holding her head like this, about watching her take me.
“I’m getting close,” I warn her, my voice strained.
I grip her hair tighter, pushing deeper into her throat. The pleasure is building to a crescendo, and I thrust forward with more force than I intend. Suddenly, Ashley jerks away from me, breaking free from my grip. She doubles over, coughing violently, her whole body shaking with each harsh hack.
“Oh fuck!” I scramble up, panic replacing arousal in an instant. “Ashley!”
She’s gasping for air between coughs, her face reddening as she struggles to breathe. I lunge for the water bottle on my nightstand, nearly knocking over my lamp in the process. My hands are shaking so badly I almost drop the bottle as I unscrew the cap.
“Here, drink this,” I say, holding the water out to her while my other hand rubs circles on her back. “I’m so sorry, I got carried away. I didn’t mean to…“
She snatches the bottle from me, still coughing as she takes small, careful sips. I keep rubbing her back, feeling like the world’s biggest asshole as I watch tears stream down her face from the force of her coughing.
“I’m really sorry,” I repeat, my voice small and pathetic even to my own ears.
After what feels like forever, her coughing subsides. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, taking another long drink of water.
“It’s fine,” she rasps, her voice rough and scratchy. She clears her throat, spitting something into her hand that I try not to look at too closely. “Just went down the wrong pipe.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask, still rubbing her back gently. “We can stop if…“
“I said it’s fine, Vince,” she cuts me off, though there’s no real heat behind her words. She sounds more tired than annoyed. “This is exactly what I need to practice. If I can’t handle you, how am I supposed to handle Dante?”
There it is again. Dante. Always Dante. I try not to let it show how much it bothers me.
“What?” she asks.
“Nothing,” I say quickly, shaking my head. “Just... are you sure you want to keep going? We could take a break.”
“Yeah, you know what?” Ashley says, her voice still a bit raspy. “This is a good chance for you to get some practice in too.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, watching with wide eyes as she suddenly flops back on my bed, her sandy blonde hair fanning out across my pillow.
“Come on,” she says, spreading her legs apart. She points down at herself like she’s presenting some kind of gourmet dish at a fancy restaurant. “Aren’t you hungry?”
The teasing lilt in her voice makes my face burn hotter than the sun.
“You’re okay with that?” I manage to squeak out, my voice embarrassingly high-pitched.
“Don’t you want to be confident for Caroline?” she asks. “You need to learn how to do this right.”
“Yeah,” I admit, slowly moving between her legs. My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure she can hear it.
I stare down at her, completely unsure where to start. It’s not like I haven’t seen this in porn before, but actually being faced with it in real life is entirely different. Ashley watches me with a mixture of amusement and impatience.
I lower my head tentatively, and immediately my senses are overwhelmed. There’s a distinct scent, musky but enticing, that makes my head swim a little. I breathe in deeply without thinking.
Ashley’s face instantly flushes crimson, her eyes widening in mortification.
“Don’t fucking smell it, idiot!” she snaps, trying to close her legs.
“Hey! You smelled mine!” I protest, holding her thighs apart gently.
“Because dicks are weird,” she shoots back, but there’s embarrassment rather than anger in her voice. “Just... ugh. Try your own advice. Try teasing me.”
I think back to how good it felt when she kissed my thighs earlier, that slower build-up. Maybe I can do the same for her. I lower my head again, this time pressing my lips against her inner thigh.
The moment my lips touch her skin, I feel goosebumps rise under my mouth. Her breath catches audibly, and it gives me a strange surge of confidence. I work my way up slowly, leaving a trail of soft kisses along her inner thigh, getting closer to her pussy but deliberately taking my time.
“Vince...” Her voice has lost its edge, replaced by something, needier.
I glance up to see her watching me, her chest rising and falling more rapidly now. There’s something incredibly powerful about seeing her like this, Ashley Chambers, always in control, now squirming beneath my touch.
“Is this okay?” I ask, my lips hovering just inches from her center.
She nods, not trusting herself to speak. I continue my journey upward, my mouth finally reaching the junction where her thigh meets her most intimate area. I place a gentle kiss there, then switch to her other thigh, starting the process over again.
“What a dick,” she groans, her hips shifting restlessly.
“I’m just following instructions,” I reply, unable to keep the smirk off my face.
When I finally run my tongue along her folds, her whole body jerks like she’s been electrocuted. Her hands fly to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as she holds me against her.
“Oh fuck,” she breathes, her head falling back against my pillow.
I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing, but her reaction encourages me to continue. I explore her with my tongue, trying to pay attention to what makes her grip my hair tighter or causes her breathing to hitch.
“Higher,” she gasps, guiding my head slightly. “Right there. Yes!”
I dive in, giving myself over to pure instinct. Whatever knowledge I lack, I try to make up for with enthusiasm. She tastes different than I expected. Tangy and slightly sweet, not unpleasant at all. Actually it’s kind of addictive.
“Like this?” I murmur against her, not really expecting an answer.
I establish a rhythm, moving my tongue up and down her folds, trying to map what makes her twitch and gasp. On one upward stroke, my tongue bumps against something small and firm. A little bead that seems different from the rest.
Ashley’s hips buck instantly. “Yes!” she cries out, her fingers tightening painfully in my hair. “That’s my clit, Vince. Play with it.”
I focus my attention there, circling it with my tongue, testing different pressures and speeds. Her thighs begin trembling on either side of my head, and the sounds she’s making, send blood rushing south again.
“Suck on it,” she commands, voice ragged.
I obey without hesitation, drawing the sensitive bud between my lips and slurp on it.
“Ah! Too hard, too hard!” she yelps, yanking my hair.
I immediately ease up, softening my approach, keeping my movements gentle but persistent. Her grip on my hair relaxes slightly as she sighs with pleasure.
“That’s better,” she breathes. “Just like that.”
The positive reinforcement emboldens me. I keep the pressure light but steady, occasionally flicking my tongue across her clit while maintaining the suction. Her breathing grows more erratic, her hips moving against my face with increasing urgency.
I glance up, wanting to see her expression, and the sight nearly undoes me. Ashley’s head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted in silent pleasure. Her free hand grips my bedsheet like it’s a lifeline. I’ve never seen her look so unguarded, so completely lost in sensation.
“Don’t stop,” she pants. “Please don’t stop.”
I don’t dare stop. Not when she’s making those sounds, not when her thighs are trembling against my cheeks like this.
Suddenly, Ashley’s back arches off the bed like she’s been shocked. Her thighs clamp around my head with bruising force, nearly crushing my ears as she lets out a strangled cry. I can feel her pulsing against my tongue, little spasms that fill me with pride.
“Fuck! Vincent!” she gasps, her voice high and broken in a way I’ve never heard before. Her hips buck wildly against my face, grinding herself against my mouth. I hold on for dear life, trying to keep my tongue right where she needs it while she practically smothers me.
I can’t breathe properly, but I don’t care. Watching Ashley cum because of me is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Her fingers yank my hair so hard tears spring to my eyes, but I don’t stop. I keep working her through it, feeling her body jerk and twitch against my mouth as she rides out her orgasm.
“Oh my god,” she pants, finally releasing her death grip on my hair.
I pull back slightly, gasping for air, my face slick with her wetness. My jaw aches and my scalp stings, but I feel like I just won the Olympics or something.
“Was that... good?” I ask, knowing it’s a stupid question but needing to hear her say it anyway.
Ashley nods slowly, a satisfied smile spreading across her flushed face. “Yeah,” she breathes, “that was actually really good. I’m honestly surprised. I thought you’d be way more shy about it.”
“Thanks,” I say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
She props herself up on her elbows, her hair a wild mess around her face. Those green eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip. “Alright, now come up here and fuck me,” she says, her voice still slightly breathless. “I’ve got homework to finish tonight, but I want to practice this a bit longer.”
“Okay.”