Authors: Manda Collins
“Hey Jules, it’s me,” Matt said from the
hallway.
What was he doing here? She wondered.
Unlocking the two deadbolts and undoing the
chain, she finally opened the door to see her visitor, who was
looking deliciously rumpled after a long day at the office. His
hair was sticking up a little, as if he’d been running his fingers
through it. His tie, a gorgeous purple silk, was loosened, and he
held an overnight bag in one hand and a bottle of wine in the
other.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, kissing her on the
cheek and slipping past her into the den. “Nice place. It fits
you.”
“Um,” Julie followed him into the kitchen,
trying to figure out how to put this delicately. She decided to go
for the direct approach. “What are you doing here?”
From the kitchen, where he had already taken
off his suit jacket and hung it over the back of a chair, Matt
grinned.
“Come on, babe. You can’t expect a guy to
forget he’s promised to give a blow job lesson. I’m a gentleman,
but even gentlemen have their breaking points.”
He calmly proceeded to uncork the wine, and
reached into her glass paned cabinets to remove two wine
glasses.
“But we never said that would be this
weekend,” Julie protested, adding lamely, “or anything.” What was
it about this guy that made her lose her cool like this? She was a
strong, independent woman and he practically turned her into a bowl
of jello. “I might have plans this weekend!”
He raised a brow. “Do you?”
“Well, no,” she admitted. “But I might
have!”
He took a sip of wine. “I figured that since
we’re on a deadline here, your birthday right around the corner and
all, we should probably just get down to business.”
“But you brought a bag!” she huffed.
“You don’t want me to wear this same suit all
weekend do you?” He shrugged. “I didn’t take you for the
au
natural
type. But if BO is what turns you on I guess I can’t
judge. I’ve got some pretty weird turn-ons myself. This one
time…”
“Stop!” This was getting ridiculous. “I’m not
into BO. And I guess it’s fine that you brought a bag. I was
just…”
Matt stepped closer until he loomed over her,
his height making her feel tiny and feminine. “Just what?” he asked
softly.
“Surprised,” she said just as softly.
“Then let’s just chill for a little while,”
he said, pulling her into his arms. “Have some dinner and relax. No
pressure.”
“You’ll have to eat what I cook,” she said a
little petulance still in her voice.
“I’ll eat it and like it,” he said, licking
her ear.
***
“Okay, the first rule about blow jobs...”
“..is you don't talk about blow jobs,” Julie
finished for him.
They'd finished the pasta primavera Julie
cooked and channel surfed for a while before Matt's casual arm
around her shoulder had turned into some hot and heavy kissing. At
which point, Matt declared that they should go ahead and have the
lessons before he got carried away and wasted his valuable
erection.
Now they were naked and lying side by side on
Julie's bed.
“No, smart ass,” Matt said, rolling onto his
back. “The first rule of blow jobs is that there is no such thing
as a bad blow job.”
Julie snorted. “Yeah right. You say that now,
but in the locker room...”
“No, seriously,” he insisted. “There is no
way that you can fuck up a blow job. Just the fact that you're
willing to put your sweet, sweet mouth in the general vicinity of
my junk is hot. Like, seriously smoking hot.”
She bit back a grin at his terminology, but
she still didn't quite believe him. “Then what's the point of
learning how to give a blow job? I mean, if there's no way I can
mess it up, then why bother?”
“Well, just because all cake is good, that
doesn't mean there's no such thing as a well baked cake.”
“I guess that makes sense,” Julie said. She
felt dumb even going through this whole charade, but one of the
reasons she'd written the Before Thirty List was because she wanted
to take care of all those things she'd been too afraid, or too
reserved to try. And though she'd never had any complaints about
her blow jobs, it was something she'd never quite felt like she'd
mastered. And anything worth doing, to her mind, was worth doing
right. Hell, maybe after Matt went back to D.C. she could use all
the stuff she was learning from him to...but she stopped herself
there. Live in the moment, Jules.
“Okay,” she said aloud. “So what’s
first?”
“Let me first state that this might not work
for all men,” Matt said, propping his head up on his arm. “Never
having given a blow job myself, I can only speak to what I
like.”
“Hmm, so you've never...ah...experimented?”
Julie considered for a moment the picture of Matt going down on
another man. It was hot. Way hot. “Not once?”
“Hell no!” he said with typical heterosexual
male discomfort about the very idea. “Not that there's anything
wrong with it.”
“Yeah, right, big guy. No man on man action
for you. I get it.”
“Why do I feel like you're disappointed?”
“Not disappointed, exactly,” she said with a
laugh. “But the same way men like to think about women together, I
can see why women might like to think about two men together.”
His eyes darkened, as if he were thinking of
ways to use this revelation against her. Then snapping out of it,
he brought the focus back to their lesson.
“So, the next rule about blow jobs,” he said,
“is that you must not be afraid of the penis.”
A laugh burst from her. “I am not afraid of
the penis!”
Matt tilted his head, “Really? No fear at
all?”
She stopped to think about it. “Well, maybe a
little,” she admitted.
“So, to get rid of some of that fear, touch
me.”
He waved a hand toward his semi-erect member.
Which, like a sunflower turning toward the sun, rose to full mast
under her gaze.
This was ridiculous, Julie thought, feeling
like a child being dared to touch a spider. Still, she extended her
hand and stroked the soft skin of his penis, felt the rise of the
veins along the sides that made it possible for it to grow in
response to her touch, marveled anew at how "other” it was. How the
skin slid over the hardness inside. How wonderfully different it
was from any part of her body.
“It likes you,” Matt said with a grin. “I can
tell. I think you should give it a kiss.”
“A kiss, huh?” She looked up and into his
eyes, noticed that his smile was a little strained. Served him
right for teasing her. “All right, maybe a little one.”
She moved down on the bed, so that she could
move her face closer to that part of him that had given her so much
pleasure of the past week. Leaning forward, she pressed her open
mouth to the tip, slipped the tip of her tongue into the slit.
“Like that?” she asked, giving him an
innocent smile from her position, letting her hair fall onto this
groin.
“Exactly like that,” he hissed. “In fact, I
think you should do it again.”
Leaning forward again, she opened her mouth
over the head, and using her hand she stroked him upward from the
base. Stopping when she reached her lips. At his strangled sound,
she did it again, moving her mouth down over him as far as she
could go, loving the way his hips pressed upward following her as
she moved her mouth up.
Feeling bolder, Julie sucked him harder, and
moved her hand downward to cup his testicles. Squeezing
lightly.
“Ah, god,” Matt groaned. “You are killing
me.”
Pleased with the results of her experiment,
Julie increased the pressure of her strokes at the base of his
penis, and lightly skimmed the head with her teeth. She’d heard
about how sensitive the male prostate could be, and wondered if
that was true with Matt. With her other hand, she stroked her
middle finger back behind his scrotum, and followed the path toward
his puckered hole, pressing gingerly inside.
“Jesus,” he gasped. “Harder.”
She wasn’t sure which part he wanted her to
do harder, so she tried it with all three.
Without warning, she found herself flipped
over onto her back, with Matt plunging hard into her.
“Lesson's over,” Matt ground out. “You’re an
expert now.”
***
Matt took her mouth in a driving kiss, while
he stroked his rock hard cock into her. Much more of that and he'd
have come in her mouth. As it was, he wasn't sure he'd be able to
wait for her to orgasm first. He'd thought letting her practice her
blow job technique would be a fun little game, but he was
unprepared for the intensity of the pleasure he'd felt when she'd
placed her mouth on him. That little finger trick had almost been
his undoing. If she’d found his prostate it would have been like
setting a match to a stick of dynamite.
He took her knees and bent them against his
chest, giving him a deeper angle of penetration. Julie's gasp at
the change, and the way she moved her pelvis to meet his thrusts
told him she liked it.
Desperate now, he took her nipple into his
mouth and lightly scratched the surface with his teeth. With his
hand he thumbed first her clit, then reached under her to thrust
his finger into her nether hole.
Her response was immediate. With a cry that
could probably be heard on the other side of town, her hips jerked
against him, out of control, her inner muscles gripping his cock as
her orgasm overtook her.
Almost weeping with relief, he let himself
go, pounding into her, unable to hold back from the intensity of
his need to bury himself in her body.
“So fucking sweet,” he gasped against her
neck, as he felt the beginnings of his own release start at the
base of his spine. Trembling, he stroked once, twice, three times
before with a guttural cry, he went over the edge, a pleasure more
intense than any he’d ever known overwhelming him.
Too spent to hold himself above her, he
rested a minute letting his weight press her into the mattress.
When he realized he was crushing her, he rolled to her side, and
held her tightly against him.
“Sorry about that,” he said, when they’d both
gotten their breath back.
“For what?” Julie asked, craning her neck to
see his face. “For fucking me senseless?”
“Well, no, but that was supposed to be a
lesson,” he said, feeling sheepish. “I think you ended up teaching
me. “
“But you didn’t like my experiment,” she
said, softly, hiding her face in his neck.”
“What makes you think that?”
“You stopped me before I found it.”
She felt him raise his brows. “It?”
“The magic button,” she said. “Cosmo
says…”
“Okay, let’s get something straight here,” he
said, holding her back from him so that he could look into her
eyes. “For the record, that little trick just gave me the best
fucking orgasm I’ve had in my life.”
She frowned. “It did? But then why did you
stop me?”
He shook his head. “Because it almost made me
shoot my wad into your mouth. And a gentleman has rules about that
kind of thing…”
“Really?” Her grin told him this pleased
her.
“Really,” he told her, kissing her softly.
“And for what it’s worth you have nothing to worry about technique
wise. Though I’m more than happy to offer myself up to your further
education whenever you like.”
“While you’re here, you mean,” she said,
sigh. “I guess I’ll just have to find some other willing victim to
practice on when you go back to D.C.”
The punch in his gut at her playful tease
took Matt by surprise. He suddenly wanted to punch a wall. But
unwilling to let her see how he hated the thought of her with
another guy, he laughed it off. “Maybe we can try again later. Or
you can get some practice in on a banana or a cucumber.”
“But I'm not hungry for fruit,” she said
wickedly.
And just like that, he felt his cock
stiffening again. Throwing a leg over hers, wanting to make his
mark on her, even if it was only temporary, he gave himself over to
her while he still could.
Time enough to miss her when he was gone.
Chapter Six
Sunday evening, after they'd grabbed a late
dinner at Chez Lulu in Mountain Brook Village, Julie dropped Matt
off at his corporate apartment, with a sizzling good bye kiss.
Julie was torn between relief at having her
house back to herself, and missing him like crazy. She hadn't
realized how lonely her space had become since Lily left. They had
gotten along surprisingly well all weekend. Matt had even taken out
the trash, which was a little thing, but one of those chores she
hated. Not since her father died had she had someone do little
things like warming up her car on cold mornings, or making the
coffee before she woke up, as Matt had done that morning. It was
far too easy to imagine what life would be like with a partner who
was willing to shoulder some of the burdens of daily life. As much
as she loved Lily, her sister had looked to her to fill the void
left when their parents died. And though she'd been happy to do it,
she'd missed being able to rely on someone else.
When she got home, her cell phone, which
she'd forgotten on the hall table, was ringing. She recognized the
tune as the one she'd programmed for Lily's calls. Of course as
soon as she picked it up, the phone stopped ringing.
Crap. Lily always called her on Sunday
evenings. Guilt at her selfishness assailed her. She'd been so
caught up in her extracurricular activities with Matt that she'd
completely forgotten her responsibility to Lily.
Looking at the screen she saw there were
three missed calls. All from her sister.
She hit the redial button and waited for Lily
to pick up.
“Finally,” came her relieved voice. “I
thought you'd been kidnapped or murdered.”