Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Elliot
The kiss was soft at first. I didn’t want to freak him out by getting too frisky straight away.
But oh my god, it was mad hard not to grab his head, crush my mouth to his, and plunge my tongue inside.
His lips were so warm. His skin smelled so good.
Cautiously, I let my hand creep onto his knee, which was still resting on my thigh.
Ricky’s breath hitched, which parted his lips a little against mine. I couldn’t help but tilt my head more and let my tongue brush against them. He shivered, but then his lips were opening wider, and a low sound left me when our tongues met and slid together.
I shuddered. God, his mouth was so hot. He tasted like beer and heat and the most delicious meal of my life.
I squeezed his knee before sliding my hand just a tiny bit higher until I could feel thick, firm muscle under my palm.
My fingers tightened. I wanted to sink my teeth into it, then trail my lips and tongue higher…
A hoarse groan rumbled up my throat when a warm, lightly trembling hand rested on my chest, then slid up to cup the side of my neck.
Fingers sifted through the longer strands of hair at my nape, making me shiver.
His tongue brushed against the edge of my teeth when he timidly sank it back inside my mouth, and I shuddered again as I fought the urge to bite down.
Just a little. Just to test the supple texture of the soft, slick muscle.
Ricky was a fantastic kisser, which wasn’t a surprise to me. I’d already figured out that he was pretty much perfect. His lips were soft but firm. He was still a little shy and unsure, but the longer we kissed, our tongues slicking together hungrily, the more confident he became.
My dick was already straining in my pants. Was Ricky hard too? I wanted to feel but didn’t want to rush him. But when I felt him begin to exert gentle pressure on my neck, tugging me closer, I finally moved.
We broke the kiss momentarily as I clambered between his knees in a rush. Ricky swallowed and set his can down on the floor with a thud, a fizz of beer splashing up and over the side, and he was already reaching for me as I leaned back in.
This kiss was deeper. Hotter, more aggressive as our tongues thrust together greedily. I pressed as close as possible, and we both moaned when my stiff length brushed against his through our pants. And my apron. Fuck, I hadn’t taken my apron off.
Ricky’s hips shifted restlessly. His erection nudged mine again, and he moaned helplessly into my mouth as his hands shot up to grip my sides. Trying to pump the brakes just a little, I gave him one more deep, tongue-tangling kiss before easing off.
“Doing okay?” I asked breathlessly, then couldn’t stop myself from giving his kiss-swollen lower lip a little nibble. Just a very gentle one.
He seemed to like it. His fingers tightened on my sides as he panted against my lips.
“Y-yeah. You… you taste…” He exhaled shakily. “Sweet.”
I grinned against his mouth. “You taste hella good too, Ricky.” Lowering my head, I pressed a slow kiss to his jaw, then his neck. “You taste perfect.”
He shivered as I trailed my fingertips down his front, softly stroking the tiny curve of his belly. “Elliot…”
“Want to stop?” I murmured, back to kissing his neck, darting my tongue out to taste his skin.
“N-no,” he whispered immediately, hips straining up again, a fine tremor running through his body.
“Can I touch you?” My voice was ragged. I forced my hand to go still on his stomach until he answered.
He nodded frantically. “Y-yes. Please.”
My cock throbbed. Lunging back up, I crushed my mouth to his and slid my hand down until I felt the hard, hot length of his dick through his pants. Ricky gasped into the kiss as I groaned, mapping him out with my fingers. Then I was fumbling with his fly, our kiss growing messy and feverish.
I burrowed my hand into his underwear and cupped his balls, moaning into his mouth at the smooth, soft warmth of them. Ricky choked on a breath, his hips straining up. Curling my fingers around the base of his shaft, I gently pulled it free and broke the kiss to look down.
“Fuck.” I smoothed my fist up the thick length. “You got a nice dick, Ricky.”
“D-do I?” His breaths were fast and shallow, trembling hands clutching at my T-shirt.
“Yeah.” My voice was gravelly. His dick was so hot under my fingers, pink and smooth, and there was already pre-cum welling on the flushed head. My mouth was watering, but not in a hungry-for-food way. Only in a hungry-for-Ricky way. I wanted to make him feel good.
I wanted to suck his perfect dick and drink him down, then wrap him up in blankets and hand-feed him croutons from the giant bag in the kitchen.
He was still straddling the line between being nervous, a little self-conscious, and too horny to care anymore.
I needed to tip him over the edge so he could truly enjoy this.
Crushing my mouth back to his, I squeezed his hot cock and smoothed my thumb over the leaking tip. Ricky shuddered, making a plaintive noise into my mouth.
“I wanna make you come,” I murmured, grinning against his lips when he choked on a breath.
“Y-you… you don’t have to.” He didn’t sound like he really meant it, which made me huff a tiny laugh. My sweet, polite Ricky.
“I really wanna suck you off.” I began kissing down his neck again, listening to the choppy breaths escaping him. “Can I?”
“Oh m-my god. Elliot…”
“Is that a yes?” I shuffled back and pushed the hem of his shirt higher with my free hand, exposing the little dip of his navel and the line of dark hair that trailed down to meet the nest of curls on his pubic mound.
I wanted to growl as I lowered my head and nuzzled it.
Ghouls had some body hair, but not as much as humans.
Fuck, it smelled so good, and it was warm and soft against my nose and lips.
“Y-yes,” Ricky croaked, knuckles bleaching as he pressed his hands hard into the floor either side of his hips, like he was bracing himself. “O-only if you want to.”
Instead of answering with words about just how freaking much I wanted to, I stuck out my tongue and flattened it against the base of his shaft, jutting out from his fly, then dragged it up.
Ricky gasped, his cock throbbing under my tongue.
His arms jerked, which made his wrist connect with his abandoned can and tip it over.
The sharp, tangy smell of beer filled the air as it gushed out and spilled all over the floor.
A ragged moan left me when I drew the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked.
Fuck, his pre-cum tasted so good—way better than a ghoul’s.
And his dick tasted like clean, hot skin.
So, so hot. It was stiff but still supple, and okay, I may have overestimated my ability to stay in control while I did this.
No! I thought to myself fiercely as I wound my tongue around the head. No biting! You don’t want to hurt Ricky. Listen to his sweet, breathless little moans.
See if you can get him to moan your name.
With that goal in mind, I sank my mouth deeper and started up a gentle suction as I bobbed my head. I didn’t want him to come too soon, and his cock was already throbbing and achingly stiff in my mouth. Every time my tongue reached the head, I got to lick up another shot of pre-cum.
“Ah!” Ricky’s fingers scrabbled over the floor, his chest heaving with panting breaths as his hips shifted restlessly. “Oh m-my—Elliot—”
Almost a moan. I started to smile, so I slid my mouth free and trailed my tongue down the side of his cock as I grinned up at him. Ricky’s face flushed a deeper pink when we made eye contact, his lower lip clamped between his teeth.
“Feel good?” I murmured, twirling my tongue around the leaking tip.
He nodded desperately. “Uh-huh.”
“You like it?”
“Yes,” he said tightly, then cried out when I plunged my mouth back over his dick, sucking harder and faster now.
At the same time, I hurriedly shoved my apron out of the way to fumble with my fly. I was so unbelievably hard, it felt like I’d come the moment I touched myself. But I had to. How could I not? I was sucking Ricky off. Sweet, perfect, human Ricky.
This was so dirty. I freaking loved it.
A trembling groan left me the moment I wrapped my hand around my dick.
Instantly, I could feel the difference in heat between us.
His cock was so much hotter, and he produced way more pre-cum than I did.
But maybe that was because he was already on the brink.
I could tell from the way he was writhing beneath me, his breaths getting choppier and faster, his hands shaking when he finally, finally lifted one to tentatively thread his fingers through my hair.
I moaned to show him how much I liked the touch.
I hoped he could see my dick as I furiously jacked myself off while my head bobbed over his lap.
I liked to think I had a pretty nice dick too.
It was slimmer and paler than his, with lots of prominent veins.
A mental image of Ricky’s hot, pink tongue lapping at the tip made my hips jerk until I was desperately humping my fist.
Damn, I was going to come very soon, but I couldn’t stop.
Flattening my free palm on his tense stomach, I increased the suction of my mouth with a moan.
My jaw was starting to ache—Ricky had some nice girth, but it was also because I was still fighting a teensy, deeply ingrained animalistic urge to bite down.
That urge was mostly drowned out by the white noise in my head, the frantic need to come and make him come, but I could still feel it at the back of my mind. My instincts getting all twisted.
Then Ricky stiffened and started to shake. His knees fell open wider, hips straining up to meet my mouth in tiny, erratic thrusts.
“I-I… Elliot,” he moaned, fingers tightening in my hair. “I’m—I’m g-going to—”
I didn’t pull away. His cock throbbed in my mouth, then he sucked in a choked gasp as his other hand shot up to grip my hair as well, holding me in place.
At the first shot of cum hitting the back of my throat, a helpless groan left me.
Oh my god, okay, this was sooo much better than anything else.
This was worth fighting all my instincts.
I swallowed his cum greedily, sucking on the head to get every drop as he shook and spurted in my mouth.
The taste of it made my scalp tingle. My fist was a blur as it shuttled over my cock, until my hips began to jerk and my orgasm hit in a sudden rush, and I was shooting onto the floor with a desperate groan.
I kept sucking, even after Ricky had stopped coming and sagged back against the wall.
A languid moan left me as the tension finally melted from my body, but I kept sliding my fist up and down my cock to draw out the last moments of pleasure before I became too sensitive.
When Ricky flinched with overstimulation as I lapped at his tip, I finally pulled back, but found myself pressing soft kisses down his length, not wanting to stop yet. Then, unable to help myself, I nuzzled his inner thigh before scraping my teeth gently over it. Just a tiny nibble.
Ricky jerked with a breathless laugh. Grinning, I lifted my head to look up at him. His cheeks were sweetly flushed, eyes heavy and drowsy with satiation. But when I sat up, his gaze shot down to my softening cock jutting from my fly and his eyes flared with renewed heat and longing.
I wiped my hand on my apron, then scrubbed my mouth with the back of my wrist before shuffling closer to kiss him. Ricky kissed me back eagerly, hands slipping from my hair to cup the sides of my neck. The touch made me shiver as I slicked my tongue lazily against his.
“I really like you, Ricky,” I murmured after breaking the kiss, keeping my face close to his.
A shy smile tilted his mouth. Sweet, nervous determination creeping into his eyes, he darted in to kiss me again. “I like you too, Elliot.”