Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
ARDSLEY
I’m nervous as hell as we walk through Tyson’s apartment door. I’m no virgin, but I don’t want my date to know just how inexperienced I am. Or is he my fake date? He’s taking me home to presumably do some very real, very sexy things to me. For me? I really ought to iron out the logistics. But he’s so sexy and sweet, I don’t want to ruin it by talking too much or overthinking things. Kind of how I am now.
I bite my lip and play with my fingers as he guides me through a tiny corridor past a small kitchen. “And here is the bathroom,” he says, pointing to a door to our left.
“Gotcha.”
“Would you like to…?” His voice trails off as he walks backward.
“Hm?” I ask, trying to ignore the throbbing anxiety in my heart.
“Freshen up?” He takes off his coat, tossing it over the couch arm. Then, he begins to unbutton his shirt, and my dick twitches.
“Ah, um, yes…I…I will…clean up!” I yelp. I turn and make a mad dash for the bathroom, hoping Tyson is still interested when I walk back out.
Five minutes later, my body is as clean as it’s going to get, and I reapproach the living room. I take off my jacket and smile at the sexy man sitting on the couch. He’s beaming at me, and his shirt is unbuttoned, revealing his tank top over dark skin and muscles. I sit next to him and unbutton my own top. “It’s kind of warm in here,” I murmur.
“Is it uncomfortable? I can crack a window, or —”
“No, no, it’s cool.” I smile, and he nods.
For a few moments, an awkward silence descends on us. I keep waiting for Tyson to make the first move, but he seems intent on just sitting here next to me. He taps on his thighs, inches away from mine, and I can’t take this waiting game anymore. Are you gonna kiss me again, or not?
“Look,” he says, staring down at his lap. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“I’m comfortable with it!” I yelp.
He ignores me and says, “I know I’m just the dumbass who got lost in the locker room.”
“You’re not a dumbass!”
“And I live in this tiny, cheap apartment.” He gazes up at the admittedly low ceiling. “And you’re this smart monster guy who has everything going for him…”
I shake my head. “I’m, I’m not that smart!” I stammer.
“But if you want to be just friends, I’ll understand.”
My eyebrows scrunch. “I came home with you after our fake date. Tyson, what makes you think I only wanna be friends?”
He scratches his cheek and looks away. “Well, you don’t seem the most comfortable, and…”
“Yeah, because you’re hot!” I clamp my mouth shut, and he eyes me in surprise. Stupid Ardsley, letting the truth slip out.
To my relief, Tyson’s face morphs into a grin. “You think so?”
I nod, unsure if my words will embarrass me.
Tyson moves his body toward mine. “So, then, is it too forward if I…” He gently grabs my neck and pulls me in. He’s so sexy, and smells so good, and —
ZAP .
He jumps back on the couch. Shit . I did that.
“ Ohmymonstergod , Tyson, I am so —”
“It’s cool.” He chuckles and shakes his hands out.
“No, I’m so fucking sorry.” And embarrassed. And mortified.
“Hey, it’s fine.” He grins while my cheeks burn. “It’s the risk I took in dating an eel shifter.”
I sigh. How is he so perfect? There has to be a catch. “I just…can’t seem to control my electrical charges around you.”
“Does that happen a lot?”
I bite my lip and gaze around. “Only if I get…particularly excited. Which means we probably can’t…”
“Hey, it’s cool. We don’t have to do anything. We’re moving really fast. I’m just the dumbass who can’t seem to get my numbers straight. You don’t owe me any intimacy, or…”
I gulp. “You’re not a dumbass. You’re sweet and sexy, and I would love to be intimate with you, I just…”
He puts his hand over mine. “It’s cool, Ardsley.” I gaze at his handsome face with his pristinely trimmed facial hair. His lips are full, and I want to taste him again.
A wicked idea pops into my brain. “You know…rubber doesn’t conduct electricity.”
His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, then he looks up. “So you…you mean…” The gears in his head seem to churn. He might not be the smartest guy, but five seconds of thinking later, Tyson catches my drift.
He grins at me, and I nod. “Got any latex in your bedroom?” I ask in what I hope is a sexy tone.
The next minute is a blur of us shucking our clothes off as fast as possible. I plop onto his bed, my hard-on barely constrained in my magenta jock strap.
“God, your choice of underwear is phenomenal,” Tyson says, breathlessly. He eyes my body as he strips down to his blue boxer shorts. I eye the massive tent in his underwear before looking back up at his chiseled body.
“Really? You like?” I ask, silently cheering to myself. He’s into me!
“Hell yeah.” He gives a chef’s kiss, and I giggle. “But right now, they’re getting in the way.” Before he can yank them off like I want to, I need to be pragmatic.
“And the, uh…condoms?”
“Right.” He reaches somewhere beside the bed and procures a chain. When he bites one off and begins to tear it, my dick gets harder. Please don’t come yet…and also, please don’t shock him. I plead with my body, begging the monster god to let tonight be magical.
With condom in hand, he pulls off my jockstrap, and my hard dick is exposed. I’m proud of my length, but I’m not too thick. Tyson doesn’t seem to care. He licks his lips and puts his head near my groin, a man on a mission.
“Wait,” I say.
“I got you,” he replies. He rolls the condom on, and I nearly lose it at the mere touch. It’s been ages since I’ve been anything other than celibate, and Tyson is so fucking sexy. His hands are firm but soft. The man knows what he’s doing.
“Ooh, fuhh…” I rasp.
“Can I suck you?”
I nod, hoping the latex sheath keeps us both protected in every way.
“Only if you want to, you— cuhhh …” Whatever cohesive thought I had is cut off by the next sensation.
He’s licking my cock. Tyson is licking my hardness like it’s his favorite treat, and I try to maintain my composure. My inner eel wants to come out and play, to wrap him up and drag him to the river. I want to let out my electricity, to discharge, but I know I can’t. So, I grip the sheets, clamp my eyes shut, and hold on for the pleasurable ride.
And a pleasure it is. Tyson is no stranger to a blowjob, because he takes me in deep and barely comes up for air. He’s down and up, fast then slow, firm then soft, and his teeth disappear. Between swallows, he takes long licks, almost reverently. He nurses my cockhead, then down to the base, alternating the rhythms, sending me to another planet. Despite the rubber between us, I can feel his velvety soft tongue. The cascading sensations of pleasure feel so delicious between my thighs.
I’m honored to have this sweet guy legitimately want to get me off.
“Tyson…Tyson…” There’s a quiet urgency in my voice as he sends me to orbit. I don’t want to lose control, but the master of oral sex down there has me skyrocketing. “Tyson, I’m…almost…” I grit my teeth and tap the bed.
And he doesn’t stop. My sexy date keeps sucking me, and I know I’m zapping. My inner eel wants to let go of my charge. I can’t fight it as I grow closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy. Here’s hoping the protection works. Please, inner eel, don’t hurt, Tyson.
Then it happens. I jolt and writhe in his sheets as I let out my orgasm and several shocks. Tyson keeps sucking me through as I lose my mind in that climactic ecstasy. After a few seconds, he slows down, and I drift back to Earth.
I sigh, content with how my life has taken such unexpected turns this past week, all because of one man.
When I look up, Tyson is hopping up and down, shaking his hands out. Huh ?
“Tyson…”
“It’s fine.” He gives me a sheepish grin and it hits me.
Shit. “ Ohmymonstergod , did I shock you?” I yelp, snapping off the condom.
He sits on the bed next to me, now slowing down his motions. “I said it’s cool.”
“Crap, I am so sorry.”
He waves his hand. “The latex blocked most of it,” he says with a smile.
“But still, I am?—”
“Don’t be sorry, stud.” He caresses my cheek. “Unless you didn’t enjoy the blow job.”
I gulp and nod. “I did!”
“Well, I’d like to do it again, whenever you ask.”
His words ignite a tiny hope that he’s not done with me after tonight. Then my eyes dart to his tantalizing crotch. “Sure thing. But first…”
I grin and pounce. He giggles as he lifts up his hips, aiding me in yanking off his boxers. I take one moment to admire his cock; it’s thick, long, and trimmed just the right amount—a testament to manhood.
I lean in and suck on his sack, and he flops back in response, sighing in contentment. Has there ever been a better sound? Next, I trail my tongue up the glorious architecture of his dick. He shivers but doesn’t stop me.
Best. Date. Ever.
I take in just the head, and he gasps. Perfection . I begin to suck that beautiful member, bobbing up and down, each time taking an inch deeper. Tyson is well-endowed, but he deserves the best after servicing me. I fight back a gag when he reaches my throat. When I look up, his eyes are half-lidded, and he looks possessed. I’m flattered.
I suck and suck, using both hands to wrap around the base of that thick cock. I don’t break a record on the number of trips before he taps the bed. He begins to thrust, and I’m savoring the feel of his animalistic urge to fuck my mouth.
“Ardsley…Ardsley, baby…” His voice is urgent as it raises another octave. Then he grabs my head, guiding me up and down.
“I’m about to…I’m gonna fucking…”
Do it.
I suck and jerk him faster, and soon enough, I get my prize. Tyson howls as he begins shooting in my mouth, and I swallow it down my throat. I don’t let him out of my mouth for almost a whole minute, allowing him to let it all out.
Five minutes later, we’ve cleaned up, and he spoons me in bed. As he kisses the back of my head, he murmurs, “Tonight was great.”
I gulp. “It…was…” Spectacular. Phenomenal. Better than all my wildest dreams. “…really great,” I reply.
“Thanks,” he whispers, holding me tight. I bask in his warm muscles. “For staying over.”
He yawns, and I whisper, “Thanks for…making tonight real.”
“You’re so real,” he says through a yawn. “We’re…real…”
I may have imagined that last part, because with Tyson holding me, I fall asleep fast.