Out of the Blue

Toby stretched out on the couch, letting the afternoon sink into his bones. April walked in wearing next to nothing and a look that said she wasn’t here to chat. She crossed the room, dropped to her knees, and pulled his cock free before the door clicked shut behind her. Her mouth was wet and hot; she took him straight down, no warm-up, just a steady pull that made his hips twitch. Toby let his head fall back, one hand resting on the cushion while April set the rhythm—slow, then deeper, then slow again. She kept the pressure light on the way up and tighter on the way down, eyes lifted just enough to watch his face. He stayed still, breathing through it, happy to let her take whatever she wanted.