After a minute or two, he changed his pace from a normal face-fucking to something else. His cock rested at the back of my throat, where most cocks have always stopped. He hesitated there and I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. His mouth was slightly parted and his cheeks were red from cold and from arousal. He looked down at me for permission to go deeper; his eyes burned with the desire but he held off for my okay. Feeling warm and comfortable and safe and relaxed, I nodded.
Rowan pushed his cock further, his hand now cupping the side of my face. I felt his cockhead slide past where my tonsils once were and back to the firm back of my throat. He stayed there for a moment, releasing a groan as I was able to take almost all of his large, long cock into my mouth. When he pulled back a bit, though, my throat spasmed a little around him and I gagged for real. My stomach turned a little bit. At the sound of my gag, he immediately took his dick out of my mouth and asked, “Are you okay? Was that too much?”
I shook my head fervently. The feeling of having to relax around his girth had made my brain vibrate; it was like nothing else existed but him and me and my ability to calm down and take it. It felt slutty and whorish in the best way possible. So I told him, “No, no, it was good. Keep going; I’m okay. More than okay.”
He smiled. “That’s my girl.”
Rowan pushed his cock back to its previous position and began to slowly move back and forth. The ridge where his tip met his shaft stimulated my uvula and I timed my breathing with his thrusts to stay on top of the gagging. He was gentle until he knew I could handle it. Once he did, he ramped up his speed and force. Every time he amped up his pace, I had to mentally relax again, recenter, and focus in. I felt warmth and wetness gather between my legs since I was so centered on nothing but the feeling of him in my mouth. I wanted to touch myself but there were too many layers between my hand and my clit. Maybe later.
Rowan’s thrusting reached a crescendo. He groaned loudly enough they probably heard it right above us. His cum hit my throat so deep I didn’t even taste it; I just swallowed and swallowed as his movements slowed and his breathing went from ragged to calm.
“Christ, baby.” He helped me up, brushed the dirt off my leggings for me, and pulled me into a warm hug. “We should do that more often.”
I reached into my purse and popped a breath mint. “Any time.”
“If you mean that, you’re wife material.”
I rolled my eyes and we walked back to our seats. As expected, my parents hadn’t arrived yet, and they didn’t for another fifteen or so minutes. The rest of the lacrosse game came and went. Rowan exchanged bland niceties with my parents, who seemed to like him enough. Mom hugged him goodbye and said something about how he was a catch while dad gave him a traditional stiff Midwestern handshake. Which is about as friendly as he gets. They headed home in their SUV after giving Clare hugs and praise. I walked to Rowan’s car with him as Clare went back into the campus gym to grab showers with the rest of the team before going home.
“Shit,” he said, patting his pockets, “I think I left my keys in my gym locker after today’s yoga class. Do you want to come in with me and get it or-”
“No, I’ll just freeze to death out here, dummy.” I nudged him in the shoulder and took his hand. I mumbled into his ear, “Let’s be quick about it, though; I’m fucking horny now. Gotta get home.”
“Not necessarily,” he chuckled.