“I'm sure you can find a way to pay off this pizza,” he said, his voice low and seductive as he looked me over. “I'll have you know, I'm the best pizza delivery man around.”
“With a uniform like that, I have no doubt,” I replied, enjoying the view of his naked body myself. He was already getting hard again. I loved his stamina. “I do like sausage. Perhaps you could lay on the bed for me?”
James grinned, obviously very pleased with himself. “Suddenly, I'm not quite so hungry. Besides, pizza is better served cold.”
With that, he jumped onto the middle of the big, soft bed and took up as much space as possible. I rolled my eyes at him, and moved down between his legs. Kneeling directly in front of his growing erection, he knew what I was about to do and his grin widened. Luckily, James was into a little manscaping, which meant I didn't have to worry about any hair in my way.
I leaned forward and kissed the very tip of his now very long cock. I was about to make it even longer and thicker. He made a small happy noise in the back of his throat at the gentle touch. I was going to do far more than just a gentle kiss though.
I got into a comfortable position and licked from the base of his balls up to the tip of his cock. I then blew air on the now wet line running up his entire length. I knew the warm and cold sensation would flood his senses and get him primed for more.
He groaned softly, obviously enjoying it as he rose up on his elbows to get a better view. I let him stay there for a moment as I looked up at him through my eyelashes and repeated the lick and blow. He was smooth and rock hard against the slippery glide of my tongue.
I caressed the smooth head of his erection, paying careful attention to every centimeter of skin with my tongue. I wanted to know everything there is to know about his beautiful member. I wanted to be able to worship it in my dreams like it deserved.
I gently cupped his balls in my hand, loving the delicate weight and the trust he is giving me. Using only my tongue, I tipped my head and licked carefully along the the thin line separating his two balls and then continued up to the tip of his cock. A small bead of pre-cum glistened like a jewel, waiting for me to taste him.
“Delicious,” I whisper, letting my tongue lap up his essence.
James reached his hand forwar
d, wanting to put his fingers into my hair to control and guide me to his pleasure. I pulled back, shaking my head in a slow no motion. He reached again, but I pulled further back.
He let his hand drop and gave me the saddest, most convincing puppy-dog eyes I had ever seen. They almost worked, but I wanted to be in control of this. James was always in control, and while I loved it- craved it even- right now, I wanted to be the master of his pleasure. I waited, my own smug grin on my face until he sighed and relaxed back.
“Good boy,” I murmured, giving him a small lick as a reward.
“It's a damn good thing I like what you're doing,” he growled. “I don't like people telling me what to do.”
“It's okay, pizza boy. One day, you'll move up in the world and then you can tell everyone what to do.” I grinned at him. He lifted his head just enough to let me see his eye roll before lowering himself back down.
I loved this view. He was spread out before me, all mine for the taking. He was so perfectly proportioned and built like an athlete. He was all muscles and sinew, hard and strong. Just looking at him and all his glory was making me wet. I gave very serious thought to sliding a hand down to my own pleasure center, but decided not to. This was about paying the pizza man for his delivery.
I wrapped my fingers around his hot, silky shaft and then put my mouth just above the head of his cock. James' muscles tensed for the sweet arrival of pleasure. Slowly, knowing it would be beautiful torture for him, I lowered my mouth and unhurriedly began sucking. I pressed my tongue against the super sensitive head and then circled the tip before switching to a broad figure eight stroke.
“Fuck, Allie...” James groaned. He gripped the headboard, his knuckles going white. I was doing a good job, but I wasn't done yet.
I sucked harder, varying the pressure to his responses and swirling my tongue up against him. I loved the small noises of pleasure that he didn't even realize he was making. His hips rocked upward in a primal need for more and the muscles of his legs were drawn and tight.
His balls still in my hand were creeping closer to his body, preparing to release the unrelenting desire I was growing with my tongue. He wasn't at orgasm yet, but it wouldn't be long before I got him there.
I applied my signature move, pressing the entire length of my tongue against him and using my mouth to suction. James responded with a low groan of lust that made my own knees knock and want him. His hips thrust up into the air and he clawed at the sheet with his fingers in a desperate attempt to keep them away from my hair.
I very seriously considered moving my body up and sliding down on his wet length. My pussy contracted at just the thought of having him so hard and wet, sliding up and down and filling me completely. But that wasn't what I was trying to do. While that would certainly please a pizza guy, I wanted to wow James.
“Fuck my mouth,” I whispered as I released him for just a moment. He froze, his hips in mid thrust, and looked down at me. His pupils dilated and his breathing intensified.
I didn't have to ask twice.
The next moment, his hand was tangled in my dark hair and guiding my mouth to exactly where it felt good for him. I wrapped my palm around his shaft, giving me a buffer to his thrusts and allowing me to focus my attention to the most sensitive spots of his cock. I ran my tongue along the edge of his head as he forced my mouth down, but the groan of pleasure told me it was fantastic for him.
His hips flexed and strained as he pushed to fill my mouth with his cock. I could count his ab muscles as the flexed and writhed for just a few more inches of wet heat. I was definitely struggling to take him and not gag, but it was hot as hell.
He was using my body, but I was still in control. I had his balls in my hand and his cock in my mouth. One wrong move from me would end it all, but still he continued to thrust like there was no danger. My own pussy was contracting with his every thrust, wanting to be filled and fertilized.
“Allie... I'm going to come...” he whispered. It came out so low and rough I nearly came myself.
I pushed my mouth onto him, sucking and pulling him into me with everything I had. I felt his balls contract, and his hands tightened reflexively in my hair.