Decan
Once tidied the kitchen and turned off the lights, he followed Hope to his bedroom. Noting the light behind the bathroom door, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it in the laundry basket. In the closet, he opted for grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. He set the clothes in his lap, meeting Hope in the bedroom.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I stole a hair tie.”
The words took a moment to register. He was too busy taking in her gorgeous figure wearing his clothes. They hugged her body like a glove, from the sweatpants to the old t-shirt. And if he wasn’t mistaken, she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Um, that’s… fine,” he stammered.
Hope stepped aside, letting disappear into the bathroom before he could make even more of a fool out of himself. Maybe it was too soon for her to stay over… but it was too late to back out now. Suddenly, he felt so desperate but at the same time, undeserving.
He sighed and splashed cold water on his face, trying to take Marco’s words to heart and not be so pessimistic. He changed and tied his hair back, then returned to the bedroom .
Hope sat at the foot end of the bed, scrolling through her phone. When she heard him, she looked up and smiled. “I wasn’t sure which side you sleep on.”
“I prefer the left.”
She finished her text, then walked around to the right side of the bed. “Fair warning: I’m a blanket hog.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to rely on your body heat to stay warm.” He transferred himself onto the bed, feeling odd about someone watching him. It wasn’t the sexiest move, after all. But Hope didn’t react. She already sat on the bed, her back against the headboard. made himself comfortable and lifted the covers. “Come here, little thief.”
Hope curled up next to him, laying her head on his shoulder and pushing beneath his shirt to draw those hypnotising shapes around his belly button. “Can I ask you something?”
He let his head sink into the pillow and closed his eyes. “Of course.”
“Are you in pain? I mean… Do your legs hurt?”
“Is that why you didn’t add your weight to my legs earlier? Because you were afraid to hurt me?”
“You noticed that, huh?”
“Yeah, I noticed,” he chuckled, reaching up to turn off the lights. Then he hooked a hand behind Hope’s thigh and pulled it over his leg, wrapping her gorgeous figure around him. “It’s more like feeling everything through really thick clothes. The sensation is dampened and often it feels like my legs fell asleep.”
Her hand moved further south, teasing over his hip bone to his other leg. His heart pounded so violently against his ribcag e it felt as if it were going to burst. “Where does it start?”
He laid his hand over hers and guided it down to the spot where the sensation changed. “Somewhere on my upper thigh. It’s odd, like a smooth transition.”
“Do the questions bother you?”
“Not at all. I mean, I don’t talk much about it. Most people I have in my life already know and others never have the courage to ask.”
“I apologise if I say things that come across rude or awkward,” she admitted. “Like earlier.”
“I told you; I don’t mind. I would rather you be honest, however it comes out.” Hope’s hand shifted from underneath his, trailing over his thigh and… Fuck. His breath hitched when she brushed over the bulge in his sweats. “Hope…” He couldn’t help that it came out in a deep, desperate groan.
Instead of a response, Hope moved. She sat up and straddled his thigh, bracing herself with a hand next to his head as she leaned over. Their lips met, and melted into her touch. The kiss was soft, but commanding him to lie back down. He relaxed into the pillow, and Hope added more pressure with the heel of her hand. ’s body trembled.
“I can stop,” she hushed against his lips.
“Hell, no.” Then he remembered how much she seemed to like his manners. “Please don’t stop, little thief.”
Delicate kisses trailed along his jawline to his neck. “You said I’m your first since the accident. I don’t want you to feel pressured. ”
“I don’t.” Fuck, he sounded breathless. “Would you feel better if we had a safe word?”
“I’ve never used one before. It just means stop, right?”
nodded against the pillow. “It goes both ways. If you use it, I’ll stop, no questions asked.”
Her lips found his earlobe, sucking the sensitive skin into her mouth. “I’d like that.”
“What’s your favourite dessert?”
“Strawberry cake,” she said with a soft laugh.
“Strawberry it is. It’s something you won’t forget.”
As if that had lifted a weight off her shoulders, her body melted into his. He sighed, loving the pressure of her ass against his thigh. His hips rolled, seeking out her palm. Her teeth nipped at his ear, drawing another groan from him. His body burned, aching for more. wanted— needed —her to release all the built up pressure from the past four years . He only hoped his desperation didn’t turn her off.
Hope moved her hand, and before could protest, nimble fingers slipped beneath his sweats. “No boxers,” she hummed, her fingertips skimming his bare length.
“Habit,” was all he could say, dizzy with how fast blood rushed south.
“One you should keep, I think.”
There it was again: that gooey sensation in his belly as he melted for her praise. His dick jerked, the first drop of precum escaping. When her fingers wrapped around his shaft and her thumb ran over his cockhead, she let out a soft breath, eagerly using that clear liquid to lubricate his skin.
Shit. He would be losing it far sooner than he wanted to.
Hope wiggled her ass and moved to kneel between his legs, knocking his thighs apart. The next few moments passed in a blur. Hope yanked his sweats down and his cock sprang free. Another drop of precum seeped out. With a greedy, wicked grin, her head dropped, and her tongue lapped it up.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers spearing through her hair and latching onto a thick fistful.
Hope dropped onto her belly and sealed her lips around is cock. One hand pushed under his ass to support herself while the other covered the distance her mouth couldn’t. Her tongue swirled around him, licking up his precum. He was already close, and she’d hardly started.
“You’re going to make me come,” he panted.
Though he was a little disappointed when she pulled off with a pop . “I want that.”
“I want that too, little thief, but…” He hissed with another flick of her tongue.
Hope only sealed her lips tighter. He threw his head back against the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut as Hope sucked him down. She took her time exploring him, and he soaked up every torturous moment. Suddenly, he remembered that it had been a while for her as well. He massaged her scalp, rewarding her with every inch she gained.
Once she was comfortable, Hope found a steady pace, chasing the path of her hand. He moaned, the obscene slurping coming from Hope hurtling him towards the edge. His balls tightened and a shiver shot down his spine. Her tongue pressed against the sensitive bundle beneath his cockhead, all but milking his climax right out of him.
tugged at her hair, scrambling to pull out of her mouth —but it was in vain. His orgasm rocked his body. “I’m coming,” he groaned, releasing with a shout as Hope doubled down. His cock pulsed, shooting his cum right down her throat.
Hope swallowed around his length, and he looked down at her to see her sucking him clean. His heart raced and his palms grew clammy as she dragged his climax out. She only sweetened it more with her satisfied gaze. Proudly, she sat up and licked her lips, fixing the mess he’d made of her hair.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he panted, collapsing onto the pillow.
“Thank you.”
He crooked a brow. “Not fighting the compliment?”
“I’m working on accepting them more easily.” Hope hummed and nuzzled into his side again, throwing her leg over his thigh, after redressing him.
“Do you need me to do anything for you?” he asked, running one hand over her thigh while the other pushed under her shirt to caress the small of her back.
“Can you just hold me?”
“That seems fairly easy, but it’s nothing in comparison to what you just did for me.”
“It’s really all I want,” she sighed, slipping beneath his shirt again, her body moulding to his. “It feels good.”
“Anything you want,” he whispered with a kiss to her hair.
He ran his fingers over her skin, spoiling her with his attention while she slipped away into her dreams.