Chapter 17 #2
He needs another kiss. I press my lips against his firmly, just resting there until the urge to slip him tongue is too hard to ignore.
He lets out the softest breath as I finally wrap my hand around his dick.
Even this feels natural. Baby is so perfect—it feels like every bit of him was made for me. He’s not completely hard yet, but he’s warm. His skin is satiny, and his tongue against mine is wet, and it’s all once again right.
I know what I like, and try my best to give him some of that—start off with slow strokes, tightening my grip the harder I feel him grow.
My thumb circles over the tip, and I’m surprised at how slippery it is already.
Nerves aside, he’s clearly aroused. That helps, gives me a boost in confidence, and makes me want to give him more.
He tucks his head beneath my chin, breathing heavily against my throat as I use his precum to make the glide easier. The first moan he gifts me is muted, a quiet whimper that he tries to hide.
I want more of that. His noises. I want him moaning my name. I need to make him come.
His hips jerk the slightest bit at the same time mine do, and it gives me the best idea I think I’ve ever had. I shove at his briefs, not at all skillful in the way I try to free his dick.
“What—”
I cut him off, too quick with it—in a rush now that the idea is there. It’s the beginning of pure fucking bliss as I wrap my hand around both of us, and with the new sound he gives me, I know he feels it too.
Baby leaks so much—a steady stream of precum that I can’t wait to rub all over my own dick.
This boy really was meant to be mine—that sounds like bullshit, but it’s hard not to take this as proof.
We fit together perfectly. His wet cockhead is drooling all over us, and it’s a small part of everything I never knew I was missing.
I’d love to tease him, drag this out until he’s losing his mind with how badly he needs to come, but right now I simply want it too much—want to give him some of the same pleasure he’s given me. I move steadily, happy to do so as he mewls on my neck.
“I’m gonna—mmph.” His fingers dig into my bicep as I continue working us over. “I can’t—”
“It’s okay.” More than okay. He’s worried about coming, but that’s the goal here. “I want you to.”
He moans my name, and I have to resist tightening my grip.
“Come on, Baby—my little vampire,” I whisper. “Be a good boy and make a mess right on my cock.”
He bites down with a whine, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, and above all of the pain is a blinding piece of rapture.
I have no clue why that feels so fucking good—in fact, I’m pretty sure it doesn’t.
Not physically, but it’s something he does to everyone, to the people he knows and likes, and now that includes me.
Only he bites me the hardest, and it feels a bit like love.
I’m pretty sure that he agrees with me—he bites down harder like he wants to prove it. The ache is enough to keep me from realizing he’s coming in my hand until the mess I was craving is painting my dick.
I slow my strokes until he grabs my wrist to stop me altogether, leaving my hand simply holding us together. It feels nice. I could let him go and use the cum in my hand to finish myself off, but I want to check in first.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers after finally relaxing his jaw, but he doesn’t need to be.
I can’t help but laugh. “You—”
“Please don’t.”
“What?” My brows crinkle in confusion.
“Don’t laugh.”
“I’m not.”
“Just… tell me you still like me.”
“Baby.” I can’t look at him with the way his head is still tucked under my chin, and when I try to, he doesn’t let me.
“Please, Logan.” His hushed voice is strained with emotion, and I don’t understand why. “I’m sorry. We don’t have to do that again if—please don’t hate me.”
I push until he’s on his back and I’m above him, only letting go of our cocks so that I can cup his jaw. “I could never,” I say sternly, having to press harder so my hand doesn’t slip right off his face due to the cum still on my hand.
He holds his bottom lip between his teeth as tears pool in his eyes, trying to keep them from spilling, and a rush of urgency floods my chest. I don’t know what to do or what to say so that he fucking gets it.
“Baby, I like everything about you. Literally everything, even the parts that drive me nuts—your shitty taste in movies and all the stupid rules. I like that you own a hundred stuffed animals and paint your nails. You think hiding from me means I don’t know that you’re a boy?”
He shakes his head, or tries, but the pained noise he pairs with it tells me that it’s a struggle to even attempt denying it.
I blow out a disbelieving laugh through my nose. “And you say I’m the idiot.”
“Logan, it’s—”
“Not funny. I know that. But I mean it—I adore everything about you. Skinny dick and all.”
“Skinny?” He takes genuine offense at that, and it makes me smile.
“You don’t agree?”
He’s definitely smaller than me. I don’t have to look right now to know that. It was more than obvious with touch alone.
“I’m going to bite you.”
I can literally feel how hot his face is. “Do it.” My face splits with a toothy grin, rivaling the glare he’s attempting. “Please bite me, Baby,” I whisper, letting go of his face so I can cage him in, my forearms resting against the pillow on either side of his head.
Baby denies me, but I don’t mind. His chin is shiny, that wet and sticky mess smeared on his skin and glistening in a way that draws all my attention. I don’t even think about it as I lean down and run my tongue over it, dragging it through his cum until his mouth is there to share it with.
I don’t know who moans first, but it doesn’t matter because I’m too busy finding new things to like about my little vampire.
The sounds he makes, his shallow breaths, each and every hill and valley along his lithe body.
He doesn’t send me away, not this time. He lets me indulge—kiss and caress him for as long as I want.
He drifts back to sleep on my bed, a wisp of a smile painting his face, and it sends all of the rejection left over from last night away.
”Logan,” he murmurs. “I need—” His breath rushes out in a sigh when he feels my cock, still stiff against him.
“What does my little vampire need?” I ask him, so ready for whatever it is.
”You,” he breathes. He props himself up so he can kiss me again, deeper.
He’s needy, climbing all over me until he’s straddling my lap and I’m holding him so he doesn’t fall back.
Things move quickly, much faster than I’d like, before we have no choice but to slow down.
He gasps loudly when he tries to sink down, instantly changing his mind.
I pick him up, having to shush him when he panics, worried that someone will see us. There are things we need, and he has the best options in his room.
He’s wide awake now, in a rush to get the bottle of lube out of his nightstand. When he reaches behind him, still on top of me as we sit on the edge of his bed, I stop him.
“Let me.” I kiss him when confusion sweeps across his face, using the distraction to grab the bottle and squeeze some on my fingers. He whimpers when I finally breach his hole, one finger sliding in easily.
“More,” he whispers against my shoulder. I’m not trying to edge him, but I decide he needs me to move slower. It’s not until his hips are moving, attempting to take what I won’t give him that I add another finger.
So warm and snug. I want to see but he’s basically riding my hand, and I don’t know that he’d appreciate it if I stopped. His hands clasp onto my hair, holding tight as he rolls on my fingers. “Logan,” he whines quietly.
I give him another, my chest filling as he moans. His nibbles on my neck, still chasing pleasure any way he can get it. It’s not until his teeth dig in harder, that I give in entirely. I pull my fingers out and scoot back, taking him with me.
“You like being on top, Baby—riding me?”
I put the condom he grabbed and tossed aside on as he looks down and watches. He doesn’t answer me with words, choosing to take my cock in hand and line us up. Baby sinks down in one fluid movement, not stopping until he’s fully seated. I can’t tell if it’s my cock or his insides throbbing.
“You feel so good, Baby.”
He looks up, finally looking into my eyes. The way he gets so cute, almost modest when I compliment him, drives me mad.
His smile is so faint, the look on his face so gooey and sweet that I have to kiss him. I could do this forever, have him here to keep me and my cock warm while I die happily with his lips on mind.
It all stops as soon as he lifts his hips up, the gasp keeping him from being able to kiss me anymore. His head falls back as he sinks down once more, still set on taking me as deeply as he can, the feeling so heavenly that my thoughts go still.
I’m the first to moan. “You’re perfect,” I say, not needing any sense to know that’s true. “So fucking good.”
He whimpers, his forehead falling to my shoulder as he starts to ride me the way he wants.
I hold him close, reveling in the feeling of us as he takes what he needs.
His fingers thread through my hair, and I learn quickly that every time his grip tightens it’s a signal that he’s going to move faster.
I wish I could say that I last longer, but his teeth sink into my skin and it’s over for me just like that.
“Logan,” my little cuddle monster whines, not at all done.
I kiss his cheek. “Keep going, love,” I tell him, despite the ache. “I want you to come on my dick, Baby.” I want to be the only reason he ever comes again.
∞∞∞
“It’s next week.” He sits there in that oversized tee—one of mine this time—and bottoms too short to see and expects me to comprehend what he’s saying. “Logan.”
“Hm?”
“Are you even listening to me?”
“I—no.” I run a palm down my face and will myself to get it together. It’s not totally my fault, though. He’s just hot.