Playtime

“And what did you have in mind?” You watch as Sam sinks slowly to her knees, her nimble fingers undoing your belt as her eyes seem to glow.

“Well, captain…” She grins, biting her lip as a faint pink blush spreads across her face and neck. “I thought that since we’re all alone…” She slowly pulls down the zipper of your trousers. “Waiting for rescue…” Her small, soft hand grips your hard cock through your boxers, her grin widening as she feels it jump under her touch. “That I might help to… relieve some stress?”

Have her eyes always been that blue?

“I…” Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth and you think your face might be red. You’re not sure why. You’re not a virgin, and this wouldn’t be the first time a beautiful girl has offered to go down on you, but something about the situation is leaving you unable to speak or even think straight without your brain defaulting back to red, pink, soft, blue blue blue….

“Is that a no?” She pouts playfully at you, the expression only making your eyes latch onto the sight of her pink lips. “I need an answer, captain.”

Somehow, the nickname cuts through the fog that’s been clogging your brain, leaving everything in laser focus. There’s a gorgeous redhead between your knees. Her hand is slowly stroking your length through your underwear. She’s in love with you, and you have concluded that it’s extremely likely you feel something similar for her. Her eyes are bright, her cheeks are pink, the splash of freckles across her nose is in high contrast, and her lips are parted as she pants softly.

Like hell are you going to sit there like an idiot and miss out on this chance.

You take a deep breath before responding.

“You’re right. I think you should help your captain, Sam.”

“What does my captain want?” Her eyes (god, why have you never noticed her eyes before?) flash with lust as she leans forward slightly, her breath fanning across your clothed cock. Making eye contact, you reach down and brush some of her fiery hair behind her ear, your thumb stroking her cheekbone.

“Put that pretty mouth to use. I want to feel your lips around my cock, Sam.”

She breathes shakily as her fingers curl around the waistband of your boxers, slowly pulling them down along with your trousers.

“As the captain orders….”

She pulls down your trousers and underwear slowly, as though savoring it, leaving you naked from your waist to your ankles on the couch as your cock springs free. The sharp intake of breath you hear her make, combined with the lip bite and the expression of pure want on her face, do more than a little to stroke your ego.

And then you feel her. Her small, slender fingers and soft palm wrapping around your shaft and pumping slowly. Her warm, wet breath on your skin as her face moves closer. The grin on her face fades as her eyes glaze over, her lips parting further as if your cock is a treat she wants nothing more than to devour. Half-lidded, her gaze locks onto yours and holds your attention, her hand never stopping its slow stimulation.

Her eyes never leaving yours, she leans in until her lips brush against your head, and her tongue (hot, pink, wet, warm) flicks out to lick the underside. The low groan that escapes you encourages her, and she begins to savor your dick like a piece of candy, licking long stripes from root to tip, but never taking you into her mouth.

“Dammit, Sam....” Your frustration causes her to giggle, the sound vibrating through her tongue to your cock and making you groan again. Humming, she pulls away just slightly, a satisfied smile on her face as she watches your expression. Then, she leans back in and kisses the head before parting her lips and engulfing you.

Only your head is inside her mouth, but the sensation of her hot tongue circling and lapping at the sensitive skin more than makes up for it. Her talented fingers never stop stroking your length as she hums again, the vibration amplified and shooting straight to your core.

Bringing your hand back to her face, you cup her cheek as she gazes up at you, her eyes wide and bright and hot damn she manages to look adorable even with your cock in her mouth. The tender touch seems to stir something in her, and her head begins to bob slightly, taking more of your length in with each stroke. Her tongue never stops its ministrations, circling and licking in time with the movement of her head.

When she starts to lightly suck, you’re reasonably sure this has to be heaven. Your breathing is shallow, your hands are shaking and you’re not certain whether this is actually the best blowjob you’ve ever gotten or if you’re feeling it so much more intensely because of the beautiful redhead who’s giving it. Your hand is still on her cheek as the other digs into the couch for purchase, and you can see that she’s using her own free hand to rub feverishly at her clit, her moans coming faster as her eyes drift closed in lust-driven bliss.

Her pace increases as she comes closer to her own peak, her head bobbing and pulling your cock into the warm cavern of her mouth and her moans and squeaks of pleasure hitting you in the gut. She’s so close to her peak that you can almost feel her vibrating in anticipation, and you’re left stunned that you haven’t already cum, but you can feel yourself on the edge, pushed closer and closer with each plunge between her perfect lips.

“Sam....” You need to suck in a breath just to speak louder than a whisper. “Sam, I’m about to….”

The warning seems to drive her onward, and the feeling of her warm mouth around you is all you can register until she drives herself forward, pushing herself until her lips are wrapped around the base of your shaft and the head is buried in her tight throat, and you groan soundlessly as you cum, spilling into her windpipe as she sucks and swallows, apparently hoping to suck you dry before she’s done. You notice that her eyes are screwed shut and the hand between her legs has stopped, her thighs shivering and the hand she has pressed against your thigh noticeably shaking, and you wonder which pushed her over the edge: her own **** touches or the sensation of you cumming into her throat.

Deciding that it doesn’t really matter and you’re overthinking things when you should really be focusing on the euphoric sensation of her tongue and mouth sucking and swallowing around you, you refocus and slowly run your fingers through her hair. Her eyes are half-closed and bright and gazing blankly as she slowly pulls away, your softening member slipping from her lips as she breathes, slow and deep. Her eyes rise up to meet yours again, and her lips curl back into a mischievous grin as she visibly swallows again.

Pulling up your trousers and boxers again with shaking hands, you reach down and pull Sam back onto the couch next to you by her arms, still half-dazed as she nestles in beside you and buries her nose in the crook of your neck. You can feel her breath graze your collarbone through your shirt as you hold her close.

“Good girl…” You whisper softly as you recover, the sheer weight of the day seeming to fall away as you mutter endearments and nonsense to the girl beside you. “Wonderful, beautiful girl….”