His to Taste

by Winlock, Jacqueline

  “Touch yourself, sweetheart,” he growled against my tits. “Let yourself come. I won’t let you fall.” With one hand on my hip, he grabbed my bra and pulled my breasts closer to his face. I lurched forward and braced myself with one hand against his broad chest. My other hand slipped into my panties, and I shuddered as I started playing with my clit. My hips undulated wildly as I rubbed my aroused little bud and I felt myself soaring towards a blinding orgasm.

  “Oh, my god,” I moaned, my fingers working feverishly. “Oh, Mr. Cochran!” Clutching desperately at his neck, I rode out the tumultuous waves of my climax on his thigh and whimpered in bliss.

  “That’s right, little one,” he murmured, his breath harsh in my ear. “I’ve got you.” He allowed my limp satiated body to collapse in his strong arms and kissed me until I was breathless.

  Once both of our heartbeats stopped racing erratically, I slowly came back to my senses, and blushed at the realization that I had just come on my employer’s thigh. I shifted gingerly to try to climb off of him, but my sore legs protested, and I slumped back down on him again. He chuckled and settled me back into his arms. “What’s the hurry, sweetheart?”

  I was too embarrassed to look at him so I stared at everything else in the kitchen but directly into those laughing blue eyes. “I…um…I…” I trailed off miserably. “I should tidy up the kitchen after our lunch, sir.”

  I gasped in shock when he suddenly stood up with me still in his arms. “I think you’ve earned yourself a break,” he grinned. He started towards the hallway, and I threw my hands around his neck in alarm.

  “But Mr. Cochran!” I protested, as we made our way up the stairs. Oh, god, does he expect me to have sex with him already? I blanched at the thought and felt completely out of my element. He pushed open my bedroom door with his foot, and I gaped at him as he lowered me onto my bed. “But…but…sir!”

  “Oh, god, sweetheart,” he groaned, kneeling on the bed. “Don’t make me think about your butt when I’m forcing myself to do something that I haven’t done since I was a teenager.”

  I tried not to shrink away from him too obviously, and said with a nervous quaver, “What do you mean?”

  He casually tossed the covers over me and said, “Whenever I was lucky enough to have a bit of heavy petting with a beautiful girl, I would usually have to go take care of myself in the solitude of my own room. Get some rest, sweetheart.” With that, he pressed a final warm lingering kiss on my swollen lips, and closed the door behind him, leaving me confused but relieved.

  I lay there panting, trying to let my poor overheated brain process the fact that Jake Cochran, the world famous writer, was my first official makeout partner. Did I really just end my perpetual celibacy by coming on my boss’ thigh? How could I possibly ever face him again? God, I might as well turn in my resignation letter tonight. What was I thinking to allow this to spiral so out of control into something that was so completely out of my element?

  Rolling over and hugging my pillow against my sated body, I had to admit that he had kept his promise; he had watched me so carefully to make sure that I wasn’t feeling pressured. Never in my life had I ever felt so sexy and feminine as when I was sitting astride him and watching him suckle on my breasts. I realized that the thought of how my body might have looked to him never even crossed my mind as I was completely engulfed in my passion for him.

  Closing my eyes, it was easy to conjure up the image of his eyes darkening with lust as he stared down at me before he kissed me. Instead of feeling self-conscious about my body, I felt confident in my sexual power and in the pleasure that my body granted me. Jake Cochran was turned on by me; but more importantly, I reveled in that heady realization that I finally found someone that made me horny enough to finally explore my sexuality. If he was willing to teach me, then I would be an eager student.

  As my thoughts wandered down toward those lovely fantasies I bookmarked online, I realized with a start that I had been unconsciously rubbing myself gently against my soft pillow. After all these years of taking matters into my own hands, why should I squander the opportunity for a real lesson with a gorgeous, sexy man down the hall?

  With my blouse still haphazardly buttoned and my skirt still rumpled beyond saving, I left my room and ventured down the hallway. I paused at his closed bedroom door, sucked in a deep breath to calm my nerves, and gently tapped on the door.

  “Yes?”

  Swallowing thickly, I said, “Pardon me, Mr. Cochran, but I have a question for you. Can I…um…can I come in, sir?”

  “Of course, little one.”

  Opening the door slowly, I peeked in and saw that he was still in his slacks, but had already removed his shirt. He was leaning over his nightstand, and writing furiously on a small notepad. I paused mid-step and just gaped at the pure perfection of his muscular torso. I knew his shoulders were broad, but his chiseled abs and lightly furred chest took my breath away. I had always stolen quick little glances when I crossed him in the gym, but it felt indulgent and voyeuristic to finally give myself free reign to devour him with my gaze. My eyes dropped past his lean hips and I gasped softly when I saw the outline of his aroused cock, straining against the fabric of his pants.

  He closed his notepad and turned to face me fully. Grinning, he leaned his hip onto the nightstand and asked, “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” He apparently had no qualms about me seeing the raging erection tenting his slacks and I felt emboldened by his lack of self-consciousness.

  I straightened my shoulders and said, “I know these are odd circumstances, Mr. Cochran, but I was hoping that you would satisfy my curiosity. I’ve never actually seen a man…um…up close before. You said that you were going to finish yourself off, and I would like to watch you.” I could feel my cheeks flushing, but I held my gaze steady. His blue eyes glittered in the dim light and his cheekbones were taut with desire as he considered my request.

  Before I lost my nerve, I strode over to his large bed and sat resolutely on the corner. Crossing my arms, I tilted up my chin in a silent dare and waited for him to respond.

  With a low chuckle, he shrugged and said, “Well, who am I to stand in the way of your education, sweetheart?” He unzipped his slacks, and I stared in wonderment as he kicked them off to the side, and slid smoothly onto the bed. His black boxer-briefs did nothing to hide his erection and my hands itched to rip them off of him. He leaned back against his pillows and shot me a lazy grin. “What’s on the lesson plan, little scholar?”

  Having him stare at me so intently made my breath catch a little. My bravado wavered slightly then, but I managed to murmur, “I want you to take off everything and I want to see you jerk yourself off, sir.” I curled my legs up underneath me and primly smoothed my skirt down over my thighs to hide my nervousness.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he drawled. My eyes widened as he slowly peeled off the last vestige of clothing. There was no way around it; Mr. Cochran’s cock was formidable. It bobbed gently under the heavy weight of his thick shaft, and the broad mushroom tip glistened in the soft light. His balls were lightly furred, and had tightened up in his arousal. I realized with an embarrassed start that I had been gaping at his penis, and I closed my mouth with an audible snap.

  Transfixed, I watched him intently as he grasped his large cock in his right hand and slowly began to stroke himself. I had viewed plenty of porn on my own, but it was incomparably hot to see him pleasure himself like this. He returned my gaze under heavy-lidded eyes and I could feel that familiar warm ache in my belly as his jaw tightened in pleasure.

  I squirmed a little and tried to quiet my quickening breathing, but was distracted by his smooth, efficient strokes. As his own breathing grew more ragged, I could feel myself getting slick, and I tried to squeeze my thighs together to ease the hunger.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, sweetheart,” he growled. “It’s torture having to keep myself from touching you.” The thick purple head of his cock grew darker with each stroke of his hand. Staring
boldly at his cock, I licked my dry lips and smiled when he shuddered, his big, powerful body clearly aching for my touch.

  “I want to feel you in my hand, Mr. Cochran,” I crooned. “Please, sir, may I touch your cock?” I crawled closer until I was kneeling between his hard thighs.

  “God, sweetheart, do whatever you want,” he muttered. He let go of his shaft and placed his palms flat on the bed on either side of him. It made me feel comfortable to approach him and I appreciated that he was allowing me the freedom to explore his body.

  I took in the gorgeous expanse of his upper torso and I ran my hands up and down his broad chest and taut stomach. It was fascinating feeling my fingers rake through his soft chest hair and down his pleasure trail. He shuddered and gritted his teeth as my fingers skimmed ever closer to his aching cock.

  I delicately traced the length of his turgid cock with the tips of my fingers. I gasped at the heat radiating from his skin. He groaned and balled his hands into fists to keep from moving. Emboldened by his reaction, I let my fingers curl around his shaft, marveling at the contrast of the iron-hard rod encased in velvety hot skin. As I tentatively began mimicking his stroking, I was shocked to feel his cock thicken even more. I watched his face furtively through my lashes and his expression took my breath away. He was even more handsome while caught in his arousal; his cheekbones were sharper and his beautiful mouth tightened with lust.

  He grunted when I gently cupped his heavy scrotum with my other hand, delighting in their sturdy heft. I felt so wanton, relishing my sexual power, and I knew that I was soaking through my panties. I spread my thighs so that I could lean closer to him and I wanted so desperately to ease that hungry ache between my legs.

  My frenzied squirming did not go unnoticed. “Would you like me to touch your sweet little pussy? Is that what you’re trying to tell me, baby?” He leaned forward and slowly slid his warm hands up my quaking thighs. I whimpered and nodded jerkily, practically slumping over in relief.

  He gently pulled my hands away, and quickly flipped me around so that we reversed our positions. I settled nervously against the soft pillows and watched him as he propped himself on his elbow beside me. “I’m just going to touch you like you were touching me, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You can stop me whenever you want.” He stroked my belly reassuringly and I moaned in compliance.

  “Yes, Mr. Cochran,” I said, arching to get more of his touch.

  He grabbed my hips and pulled me down so that I lay flat on my back. “You’ll be more comfortable this way, sweetheart. Let me take off your blouse.” He deftly unbuttoned my top and opened me back up to his gaze. I shivered when the cold air hit my skin. “I’ll warm you back up, baby.”

  I cried out when he started nuzzling my neck, teasing my flesh. He kissed and nipped at my collarbone and slowly made his way down to my cleavage. I arched against his hot seeking lips, and I whimpered as he licked at the tops of my breasts. Clutching his dark head closer to my breasts, I gasped when I felt his fingers dip under my lacy bra to caress the delicate skin beneath. I fumbled at the front clasp of my bra, desperate to finally feel his unencumbered touch. With a low chuckle, he expertly flicked the stubborn clasp with two fingers and bared my swollen breasts. I moaned when I finally felt the heat of his strong hands as he lovingly fondled my sensitive breasts and rolled my taut nipples between his clever fingers. I couldn’t get enough of his touch and I ran my hands up and down his muscular back as he kissed and sucked on my aching tits.

  He kissed his way down my soft belly and dipped his tongue into my navel, making me giggle and squirm. His warm hands slid under my skirt to caress my thighs and I moaned in answer. He felt so good kneading at my flesh, and I bucked my hips uncontrollably. I cried out in shock when I felt his fingers playing with the inner seam of my panties. He traced the cotton band up and around my pelvis and I whimpered my need for more of his touch.

  Time seemed to stand still as I concentrated all of my attention on those fingers delving under my panties. I knew the cotton was soaked from all of his ministrations and I sucked in my breath when he finally tugged the fabric aside and I felt the heat of his hand on my pussy.

  “Oh, god!” I gasped. I held myself still and shut my eyes to focus on the sensations running through my body. His long fingers gently stroked my wet pussy lips, letting me get accustomed to the feel of his touch, before he delved a little deeper. He lightly grazed my aroused little clit and I cried out from the pleasurable shock.

  With a grunt, he firmly pulled off my panties and skirt, and spread my thighs open to his hot, hungry gaze. I blushed and tried to close my legs, but he shook his head and gently wedged his shoulders between my stiffened thighs. “Trust me, baby,” he murmured, kissing my lower belly. “You’re exquisite. Let me taste your lovely little pussy, sweetheart.”

  As soon as he started playfully nibbling on my inner thighs, I could feel my nervousness melt away and I relaxed into the pillows. His fingers resumed their gentle ministrations again and I moaned as he expertly played with my wet pussy. I closed my eyes and surrendered to his masterful touch. He blew lightly on my soft pink folds and I whimpered at the sensations. I arched off the bed and screamed when his hot tongue lapped at my sensitive flesh in long, voluptuous strokes. He darted his tongue deeper into my pussy and devoured me as if I was a decadent gourmet dinner. I couldn’t have quieted my panting cries even if I had bothered to try. He carefully worked in a long, searching finger deeper into me and I could feel my tight passage almost sucking him in further. He added another thick finger and I almost came up off the bed, the teasing friction on my inner lips driving me crazy. Craning my neck, I watched his dark head as he worked his magic on my almost painfully aroused flesh. I couldn’t believe that I was lying there naked, except for my flipped up skirt, staring at Jake Cochran as he filled my virginal pussy with his hot tongue and thick fingers. Despite reading hundreds of erotica stories, they never could have possibly prepared me for this moment.

  Writhing beneath him, I shoved my fingers through his thick dark hair and ground myself against his artful mouth. I could feel him smiling and I tugged harder on his hair, desperate to finally come. He gently pinched at my pouting pink lips and hungrily licked up and down my slit, forcing me to take the exquisite sensations. Without any warning, he shoved my thighs further apart, until I was laid bare and vulnerable to his devouring mouth. Fastening his mouth onto my clit, he sucked at the hard little nub until I sobbed his name like a litany. I clawed at his shoulders as bursts of pleasure erupted throughout my body, and I screamed as the tumultuous waves of my orgasm finally crashed over me, my hips undulating wildly and my thighs shaking from the intensity.

  He patiently held his tongue against my pulsing mound until I gradually come down from my high. His fingers swirled soothingly inside me as the rhythmic clenching of my inner muscles finally relaxed. I slumped back against the bed, and sighed. As my ragged breathing slowed, I let my heavy eyelids drop, and I focused on the lovely aftermath of my climax. I felt him roll onto his side, and I could feel his gaze on me as he stroked my soft belly.

  “How was your first lesson plan, sweetheart?” I could hear the grin in his voice, and I opened my eyes, shyly returning his smile.

  Giddy with excitement, I still couldn’t help the heat rushing to my cheeks in embarrassment, knowing that he had watched me enjoy my first orgasm with a partner in bed. I peeked at him from beneath my lashes, and said, “It…it makes me wonder why I waited so damn long to finally share my body with someone. It was nothing like I’ve ever experienced before.” I paused, finally meeting his gaze. “Thank you, Mr. Cochran.”

  Before he could respond, I twined my fingers through his thick hair, devouring his firm lips with a grateful, eager fervor. He groaned in answer and pulled me closer so that I lay sprawled on top of him. His erection prodded my hip, and I snaked my hand down his torso to pump his shaft. His entire body stiffened in reaction, and he growled deep in his throat.

  Nuzzling his ear, I
whispered, “I think we should start my second lesson, sir. Teach me to make you feel as good as you just made me.” I sat back on my heels, watching his face as I languidly stroked his thickening cock. My slender hand looked even smaller against his turgid flesh.

  “You’re an exemplary student already, sweetheart,” he murmured. He caressed my thighs as he watched me, his dark blue eyes glittering with lust. I felt so sexy and in tune with my body as I allowed myself the freedom to just focus on pleasing him. He had been so determined to satisfy my needs that it was only fair to reciprocate.

  My curiosity stamped out any feelings of self-consciousness. My body felt hypersensitive knowing that he watched me as I devoted my attention to his aroused flesh. I was experimented with light touches, firm strokes, and teasing caresses on the velvety skin of his shaft, and the moistened slit at the tip. His skin radiated so much heat, and everything felt heavy with blood. I was fascinated by his body’s reaction to me. I forgot about his lofty position and my body issues; truthfully, I probably forgot my own name at that point. He reached down to gently guide my hands and I followed his lead. Once I mastered his preferences, his hands wandered back down to grip my thighs. His breathing grew more ragged, and his lean hips started thrusting in rhythm with my hands. With one hand caressing his scrotum, and the other pumping his thick shaft, I watched his face to take in the whole gorgeous view.

  As his hips started jerking erratically, he threw his head back, and tightened his hold on my thighs, until I knew that his hands would leave their marks on my delicate skin. I didn’t care; in fact, I wanted to be branded by him. I wanted to have something secretive and lingering that would serve as a temporary reminder of our sexual play that night. He growled deep in his throat, and said, “God, you feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”