CHAPTER THREE

Alessio’s POV

Her hand slid up and down my cock, slow and steady. A sound slipped out of my throat before I could stop it. A low groan. Real. Out of my control. I did not plan to make any noise, but my body reacted to her first.

I moved a bit on the couch, not to get away, but to hold still. My fingers squeezed the glass in my hand for a second, then let go. I did not taste the drink now. All my focus was on her.

I could not see her face well because of the mask. Just the line of her jaw. The way her lips opened when she breathed. The way her shoulders went up and down like she tried to stay calm but could not. The mask should have made her seem far away, unknown. But it did the other thing. It made me notice everything else about her.

She wasn’t my first fantasy girl. But there was something about her that didn’t fit the pattern.

They usually came in confident or pretending to be. They performed. They followed what they thought the fantasy was supposed to look like. She didn’t. Her movements weren’t polished. There was hesitation there. Curiosity. Like she was listening to her own body instead of acting for mine.

That was what caught me.

She seemed to be enjoying herself, but not in a rehearsed way. Not because she felt obligated. It was quiet, almost private, like she had forgotten for a moment that this was an arrangement. That this was something she had paid for.

There was a softness to her. A shyness that felt real. The way she paused, as if waiting for approval. The way she reacted to the smallest changes, the smallest sounds. It made me slow down too. Made me pay attention.

I found myself wondering about her. About what had brought her here. About how long she had carried this want before finally acting on it. And then the thought came, uninvited but impossible to ignore.

Was I her first client?

The idea sank in deep, warm and full.

Slow, she leaned in. Her breath felt warm and sweet on my skin. Her lips touched the tip of my cock, just a light brush. But it sent a sharp spark through my body.

I gripped the couch arms hard, my knuckles white. I fought the push to move forward, to slide into her mouth. But I stayed back, wanting to feel each part of this.

She licked her lips. Then her mouth took me again. This time, she sucked in just the head first. Her tongue circled the tip, licking up the drop of pre-cum there.

I felt her pause, the shy in her moves. But I also felt her want, the way she learned what made me breathe fast and shake.

She took me in more, bit by bit. I felt the heat of her mouth, the wet of her tongue. She was so soft and warm, and I had to hold back from pushing deeper, from testing her.

But she surprised me. She opened her mouth wide and slid my cock all the way in, inch by inch, until the head pressed the back of her throat. She did not choke or back off.

Instead, she kept me there, her nose against my skin, her lips tight around the base. Her warm breath brushed me, and I felt her throat squeeze around me like a soft grip.

I looked down at her on her knees. My heart raced from the surprise. Her mask covered most of her face, but her eyes looked up at me, big and full of trust. They shone with wild hunger, like she wanted this as much as I did.

My cock disappeared all the way into her mouth. The view made my knees buckle. She was so tiny next to me, but she took my whole length without any trouble.

I reached down and grabbed her soft hair with my fingers. I held it tight enough to steer her. She began to move, sliding her head up and down in a slow, even beat.

Every time she pulled up, her lips rubbed along my skin, making a wet drag that shot tingles through me. When she pushed down, her tongue flattened against the bottom of my cock, pressing and twisting in ways that made me groan.

I felt her teeth graze lightly sometimes, not hurting but adding a sharp bite to the fun. It blended with the warm wetness of her mouth, turning it all into a crazy rush.

Her spit covered me, dripping down to my balls and making them pull tight. It felt like pure bliss and fire around my dick—too amazing to quit, too strong to go on forever.

She sped up a bit, her head going faster. Her hands pressed on my thighs, fingers digging in to hold steady. I pushed my hips forward a little, matching her, thrusting deeper into her mouth.

She made a low moan, soft but deep. The buzz from it ran along my shaft, vibrating into my center and curling my toes on the floor.

That sound pulled me closer. Heat built in my belly, a tight knot ready to burst. My breaths turned short and rough. She knew it—her eyes stayed on mine, pushing me further.

She sucked stronger, her cheeks sinking in as she drew back, then dove down again. Her tongue flicked the tender spot right under the head every time she came up, teasing me until I could hardly take it.

Sweat formed on my forehead. My hold on her hair got firmer, and I moved her quicker now. The room echoed with wet noises—slurps and gasps—as she kept at it.

I saw her throat swell a little with each deep take, her body swaying from the work. She gave it all, caught up in the moment, and it made me lose control.

The build-up got overwhelming. My balls tightened, and my body locked up. 'Fuck,' I yelled, the word ripping out.

The climax hit me like a storm. My cock throbbed hard, pumping thick bursts of cum right down her throat. Hot jets filled her mouth, one by one, and she gulped them all without a spill.

Her throat squeezed around me, drawing out every drop as I shook through it.

I gasped for air, my legs wobbling as the rush died down.

But then I saw her.

She shook against my thighs, her body trembling like she was coming too. Her hips bucked in the air, rubbing against empty space, and a quiet whimper slipped out around my softening cock.

She had orgasmed just from sucking my cock, her pussy squeezing from the excitement alone.

That thought slammed into me, making my drained dick twitch in her mouth.

At last, she eased back slowly, inch by inch, her lips slow to release. A thin line of cum and spit connected her mouth to my tip, shining in the low light.

She snapped it with her tongue, then licked her lips, savoring the taste left behind.

Her eyes locked on mine once more, content but ready for more.