She dropped to her knees the second the apartment door clicked shut. No small talk, no pretending this was anything but what it was. Jake's cock was already half hard when she yanked his jeans down, and she wrapped her fingers around the thick base, giving it one rough pump before she opened her mouth and took the head in.
"Fuck, that's it," he muttered above her. She didn't answer. She just sucked harder, letting her spit coat the shaft as she worked her lips down. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, dragging along every vein while she bobbed her head in steady strokes. The taste of him filled her mouth, salty and warm, and she moaned around the thickness because she wanted him to feel the vibration.
She pulled off just long enough to spit on the head and smear it down with her hand. "Bigger than I expected," she said, voice already hoarse. Then she went back down, taking him deeper this time. Her throat tightened when the tip pushed past her gag point, but she forced herself to relax and swallow around it. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she kept going, nose brushing the trimmed hair at his base.
Jake's hand landed on the back of her head, not pushing yet, just resting there. She liked the weight.
It told her he was holding back, and she wanted to make him lose that control. She pulled back until only the head remained between her lips, then sucked hard on it, hollowing her cheeks while her tongue flicked the slit. Pre-cum leaked out and she swallowed it greedily.
"Look at me," he said. She tilted her eyes up without stopping. Her mascara was already starting to run from the earlier effort. She held his gaze as she took him to the root again, throat working around the full length. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits, soaking the thin tank top she hadn't bothered to remove.
She switched to fast, shallow sucks, jerking the base with a tight fist at the same time. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and loud. Every few strokes she would pause and slap his cock against her tongue, letting the heavy weight smack her lips before she opened wide again. Her jaw ached, but she didn't slow down. This was the part she craved, the raw, messy work of getting a man off with nothing but her mouth.
Jake's hips started to move. She let him fuck her face in short thrusts, opening her throat as best she could. Gagging noises escaped around his cock, but she didn't pull away. Instead she reached down and rubbed her clit through her shorts, fingers moving in the same rhythm as his thrusts. Her own wetness soaked the fabric.
"Swallow it," he growled. She nodded around his cock, eyes watering hard now. He held her head with both hands and drove in deep, holding her there while he came. Thick pulses hit the back of her throat. She gulped them down, throat working visibly, but some still leaked out the corners of her mouth. When he finally let go, she pulled back slow, dragging her tongue along the shaft to clean every drop.
She sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Not done yet," she said, voice wrecked. His cock was still half hard. She leaned in and licked it from base to tip, slow and deliberate, then sucked the head back into her mouth like she was starting over. This time she took her time, using long, wet strokes and plenty of hand action, twisting her wrist on every upstroke.
Jake groaned and leaned against the wall. She kept at it until he was fully hard again, then stood up, turned around, and bent over the arm of the couch. She shoved her shorts down just enough to expose her ass. "Fuck my throat again from behind," she told him. He stepped up, grabbed her hair, and fed his cock back into her mouth at that new angle. It went deeper this way. She braced her hands on the couch cushions and took it, letting him use her mouth while her fingers worked her clit again.
The second load came faster. She swallowed most of it, then let the rest paint her lips so she could lick it off while he watched. When she finally stood, her chin and tits were shiny with spit and cum. She didn't bother cleaning up right away. She just grinned at him, raw and satisfied.
"Round three in ten minutes," she said. "My throat's not sore enough yet."
