Salty, slippery liquid shot into my mouth and I swallowed automatically. I wanted to take him into myself anyway possible. His cum was a drug to me and I'd take it any way I could get it. I loved it when he came in my pussy, but this was the next best thing.
I continued to suck on him, even as he emptied the entire contents of his balls into me. Every muscle in his legs and abdomen was tight. He shook with effort and orgasm.
“That feels amazing...” he gasped, barely aware that he was speaking at all. I knew men were extra sensitive after an orgasm, so I was gentle yet steady. Just because he had come didn't mean he didn't deserve a little extra pleasure.
I continued for a few more minutes, relishing the complete submission of his body. Finally, I pulled back and looked up at him. He was completely dead to the world and lost to his own pleasure. I smiled proudly.
I had definitely earned some pizza.
I stood up and went to the dresser where the pizza was. The box was still warm and I brought it over to the bed and took out a slice. I sat next to James, stuffing my face full of cheesy goodness. Thankfully, it was not a sausage pizza as we had joked about. It was much, much better, even if it covered the taste of him.
James shook himself, eyes zeroing in on the pizza. He looked up at me before moving. “You are amazing.”
“Thanks,” I replied with a grin, taking another bite. He reached over to the box and pulled out a piece for himself, stuffing it in his mouth like a starving man.
“I think you should know, I've never cum from a blow job before.”
I stared at him for a moment. My stepbrother, billionaire extraordinaire, man with the resources to buy the best blow jobs in the world, had just had his first blow job orgasm. I grinned, ridiculously proud of myself.
“I'm glad I could be your first,” was all I could think of to say.
He took another bite of pizza.
“Me too.”
I giggled. “Are we just going to eat here in bed?”
“Well, yeah,” he said.
“Don't you want to go to the table? Aren't you worried about getting crumbs in the bed?” I asked.
He laughed, his mouth still full of pizza. “This ain't my bed, Al, I'm just the pizza delivery man.”
“Okay then,” I said. I took another big bite of the pizza. The flavor was sweet and savory. Chicken and red peppers were on the top while a layer of sweet sauce was under the cheese. “You were right, this is delicious.”
He swallowed his bite. “One thing I've never quite gotten used to is the food that rich people eat. Sometimes I have to take someone out somewhere nice to make a deal with them, but the way your dad used to cook burgers on the barbecue was some of the best food I've ever had.”
I thought back to those summer barbecues we had. Dad had insisted that we enjoy ourselves, and he had always given beer to James as part of it. I didn't realize until later that it was all a business deal, that my dad was paying off James to be nice to me. I didn't care then, and I didn't really care now. James was interested in me for me now- no beer necessary.
I hopped off the bed and grabbed my own piece of pizza, then snuggled back in bed with James. He continued to munch on his pizza, chewing loudly behind me. I giggled. He was such a boy.
“So, are we done with the whole 'pictures on my laptop' thing?” he asked.
I swallowed my bite. “I honestly don't know. I don't know how I feel about it. It's kind of a big deal to me.”
I felt him tense up a little bit. “Look, I'm twenty-one years old. I'm barely out of my hormone-crazy teenage years, even if Forbes Magazine calls me 'wise beyond his years when it comes to business.'” He said it with a pretentious voice as he brought his hand up in the air, as if writing it on a piece of paper himself. I giggled.
“Yeah, but-”
He cut me off. “If you saw a hot guy on the street, would you look at that guy and think, 'Damn, that's a hot guy.'”
I sighed. “Sometimes I think boys and girls are wired differently.”
“So you're saying you never notice how attractive other men are.”
I sighed again, this time even louder. To tell the truth, for my entire life I had been comparing men to James. He didn't need to know that, though. “Yes, that's exactly what happens.” I started talking in a monotone voice, like a robot. “Attractive male found. Commence gawking protocols.”
“Well, same here, robot voice and all. And we can't get mad at each other for that.”