“I swear if you say your name I’m outta here. I’ll leave you here with your dick hanging out.”
She had bad skin but the kind of face that formed a small constellation of perfections. Sculpted cheekbones. Strong yet graceful curve of jaw. Lips. God…those lips. Fine, dark hair drawn back with a plastic clip.
With dusk still minutes away, he saw the battle behind her eyes as she lifted them to his and narrowed her gaze.
“I want to be able to touch your face.”
She rubbed the swelling lump in his jeans, thought a moment, then nodded. “I guess that’d be okay.”
He touched her cheek and she kept her face trained on his, but her eyes swiveled to the side. Her skin was porcelain, soft but for the rough terrain of old acne scars. Nature had been vicious to her. And whenever nature decided to be vicious, there was always a host of spineless miscreants eager to jump on for the ride.
“You’re such a beautiful girl.”
She lowered her eyes to his zipper and pulled the tab down.
He was up against a brick wall between two dumpsters. She was kneeling on the toes of his shoes, keeping her knees off the grit. All the angled parking spots along the side-street were full. Anyone could come or go anytime. But after what she whispered in his ear at the micro-brewery around the corner – the way she’d mixed words with breath and looked at him with eyes bearing even deeper scars than her skin – half wounded, laden with the weight of self-reliance - Don’t you want me to suck your cock? – this was the only place he could be.
She loosened his belt and opened his pants, pushing his briefs under his balls. The way she placed that first, soft, barely damp kiss on his sac made half the world look like a mistake and the other half a bad attempt to fix it. She kissed his balls as if she would always love them more than the man. He realized she’d probably never kissed a man’s mouth in quite the same way. The mouth was intimate. A man could notice her ragged imperfections.
A sigh lifted from his throat as her tongue made a wet swipe across his balls. She took hold of his cock, squeezing and stroking while her lips parted and sucked one ball inside. Gentle suction. Tongue swirling. Coating the shaven skin with saliva.
She let the first one go with a soft pop and sucked the other like an egg she was trying not to crack. His cock was completely distended. Straining against its own heat. She palmed the ooze dampening the head along his shaft, smearing him with himself, slick in the dainty power of her fist.
Suddenly the flat of her tongue was slithering up the underbelly of his shaft, blazing a trail. When she reached the head, she traced the contours of his sap-coated ridge with her tongue. He touched her face again. Told her she was beautiful again.