I’m still holding Cade’s cock in my other hand, though I’m afraid I’ve been neglecting him, so I resume stroking.
“Can you take more of him in your mouth, B?” Cade is gazing down at the spot where my mouth is wrapped around his brother’s cock. His voice is thick. “It feels really good if you suck on it like it’s a popsicle.”
A wave of embarrassment comes but quickly dissolves. These men know I’ve never done this before, and they’re not impatient or ridiculing me. Cade is helping me learn, and Ryder honestly seems pretty happy with my inexperienced fumbling.
I breathe in through my nose and take more of Ryder in my mouth. Though I love that I’m giving him pleasure, it feels awkward, and he’s so big – this is going to take some practice.
Cade lifts my hand from his own cock and encourages me to wrap it around the base of Ryder’s. This gives me more control and makes it easier for me to start sliding my mouth up and down, like a popsicle, as Cade said.
There’s no way I can take all of Ryder’s cock in – it’s so long that I’m sure it’s physically impossible – but I do my best. He moans in pleasure.
“See if you can go faster,” Cade coaches.
I do, and Ryder groans, his grip on my shoulder growing tighter. His pleasure is building and it’s so exciting and empowering to know that I’m the one doing this to him, that I’m making him feel such good sensations.
When Ryder’s body stiffens, Cade says, “Pull away, B.”
But since my date with Logan, I’ve thought about this. I know what women do. I’ve heard things. And I know what I want to do.
Ryder’s cock jerks in my mouth, his fingers slip from my shoulder before gripping me again, he moans loudly, and looking up, I see that his expression is similar to how Logan had looked when he came.
I almost pull away when his cum suddenly shoots into my mouth, but I hold steady and manage to keep my lips wrapped around Ryder’s cock as it keeps coming. It’s a strong flavor, but not unpleasant. I swallow, and continue to suck on him until he cups my cheek and pulls back.
I’m not prepared for the look in Ryder’s eyes. A blend of gratitude, surprise, adoration? It’s too much to process after what just happened.
He crouches down in front of me and kisses me. “That was amazing. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Me either,” I say, with a soft laugh.
He kisses me again, deeply, and then moves around to the foot of the bed, where he sits on the floor, his breathing still ragged.
I notice then that Cade has his own hand wrapped around his cock. There’s a lot of fluid already leaking from the tip.
He bends to kiss me. “Wow,” is all he says, right before his lips cover mine. I reach out for his cock as we kiss, and when we part, I shift closer to him, eager to practice my newfound skills.
Cade is just as big as Ryder, and equally impossible to fully take into my mouth, though I try my hardest. I grip the base with my fist and bob my head up and down on him, and I must do a good job, because it seems like no time at all passes before I sense the telltale signs of his impending release.
Even though I know what’s coming, it’s still surprising. Cade’s climax lasts longer than his brother’s and, try as I might, I can’t manage to swallow everything.
When Cade pulls away, he walks off to the bathroom and returns with a washcloth, which he uses to clean my face and chest.
“Sorry I couldn’t take everything.”
“Oh my god, Bianca,” he says, brushing my hair away from my face. “That was incredible.”
“Really?” I look up at him, the reality of the intimate experience I’ve just shared with my friend and longtime crush finally hitting me. His eyes are so tender, his expression so contented – I can feel this moment making indelible marks on my heart.
“Really.” He kisses me again, briefly, and I fight the sting of tears. I shouldn’t have done this with him. Not when it doesn’t mean the same thing to him that it means to me.
But I would do it again in an instant, and I won’t let myself regret it, no matter how much pain comes later.
After they leave, I’m lying alone in my bed listening to the unfamiliar sounds of my new apartment, and replaying the evening’s events in my mind.
The Evans brothers offered to give me experience that will help me with other men, but what happened tonight has done the opposite. How am I going to be happy with another man, when I’ve just experienced the pleasure that two men can provide?