"Suck me"

"Suck me," Richard says. His voice is a command, his eyes hold a mixture of pleading, nervousness and so much lust.
Your mind screams, "YES!" You didn't know these are the words you've been waiting to hear...
Without thinking you leap off of Richard's thigh and start to tug he jeans down his muscular legs, he lifts his ass to help you.
When the jeans clear his feet you toss them behind you, concentrating on your goal.
Settling yourself between his legs you lean into his his crotch inhaling deeply, filling you head with his scent.
It's heavenly.
You are nervous, but overcome with desire.
You begin to lick the shaft off his cock, tasting the salt of his sweat. All you can think is that you want to taste all of it and you go wild, eagerly bathing his cock with your tongue.
Richard groans, which startles you for a moment, you had forgotten that this act was for his pleasure. Your next thought is that you are making him feel good, you're doing it right so far. Another cheer goes off in your head.
Licking is great but you want it in your mouth, must have it in your mouth.
Without warning you jam his warm, wet cock in your mouth, Richard grunts and bucks in reaction. His cock hits the back of your throat and you gag.
You pull off sputtering a little.
"Shit, sorry!" Richard says with what looks like genuine care and concern in his eyes.
"No, it was my fault. I'm fine." You say sheepishly.
"Do you want some pointers, honey?" You hear Rachel say from much closer than you remember her being.
You look up and see she has moved next to Richard on the couch while you were engrossed.
You look back at Richard and his glistening cock. You do want to do it right...