Viper Smut- With a Twist #2

And boy do you like that idea. 

Unable to resist, you let your fingertips glide along his length and tracing the thick veins of his erection, fascinated by this particular part of him.

Viper: Fuck. 

He groans. 

It's a low and dirty sound.

One elicited when you pump up and down his dick—just once.

What would happen if you did it again?

The same thing, but lower in his throat this time and with a slight buck of his hips. 

A third time follows, though you're wrapping your legs around his waist again and leaving just enough space so you can continue working him.

His arms which are braced against the table aren't even trembling yet. 

You're frustrated by this because you want to see it—you want to see this man fall apart in your hands.

This cocky stripper on stage who made your legs weak as he ground into your lap, whispering in your ear about how he'd love to bring down the zipper of his jeans in order to fuck you properly just to get up and walk away with a smile like it was nothing.

You quicken the pace, taking note of his expressions and what in particular drives him crazy. 

He begins to pant as your hand picks up the pace.

His eyes go half lidded and a blush forms on his cheeks.

He's so pretty it's almost unbearable, his expression erotic as he stares down at you with half lidded eyes.

But with that expression comes an odd feeling. 

A strange sensation that he feels like he wants to say something like…

I love you. 

Which is strange because you hardly know the guy.

But your attention is pulled away as you feel something sticky along the tip of his erection…

Precum.

You look down and feel your mouth start to water, the desire to put him in your mouth almost overwhelming, your body craving his taste.

He lets out a noise of frustration when you stop moving your hand, his brows furrowed right up until you push him back and kneel in front of him on the floor, slowly pulling down his zipper so that he's fully free.

You lick your lips.

And then…

Your mouth wraps around his shaft. 

He makes a noise and you look up to see his hand shaking as he covers his mouth.

Yes.

That's the exact reaction you wanted. 

On your tongue you taste salt with a little mellowy taste.

He's pretty well groomed for the most part and it's obvious he's clean down here which is surprising considering you'd figured there would be some sort of smell from him working up a sweat.

Instead…

The scent and his taste are intoxicating.

You allow your tongue to explore the underside of his shaft, letting your mouth get as acquainted with those veins as your hands did. 

He's thick and practically throbbing in your mouth.

You both moan as your head starts to move, taking him up until you can't anymore. 

When you pull back you pop him out of your mouth, gently licking the underside of his penis, stopping every so often to suck on his head before taking advantage of your human equivalent of a lollipop.

You: Mmm…

He hisses through his teeth as you put him back into your mouth and your hands cup his ass in order to push him further into your mouth. 

Viper: Ahh. 

His legs begin to shake as you pump your head back and forth, following his length. 

A slow and steady start before you pick up the pace, squeezing his ass at intervals and giving light slaps here and there when he makes a noise.

You could keep going forever but Viper takes himself out of your mouth and puts you back onto the table. 

His words are a sensual whisper in your ear.

Viper: Do you want me to fuck you here, in the kitchen, the bedroom, or the shower?