Thirteen
Elias
One minute I’m sitting alone in my living room and the next Arien is squished up beside me.
“Hello,” he says in a syrupy voice.”
“Hey, sweetheart.” I press a kiss to his nose and he preens, making sounds that remind me of a kitten as he places his lips on mine.
Backing my face away a little to get a better look at his dress, I tug on the zipper in the front, putting a little more of his chest on display. “So pretty.”
His breaths pick up, his skin flushing with a pink hue under the purple.
“So, so pretty.” I kiss his cheek, running my lips down to his and then between his pecs as I drag the zipper further down. Folding down the right side of the dress, I suck one of his nipples into my mouth, nipping at the sensitive bud.
A whimper escapes him and he bucks his hips, humping the air.
“You like that?”
“Yeah. Aren’t we supposed to be watching a movie?”
“Yes, but I think I’ll watch you first. We have plenty of time for movies later.” I lick my way up his neck and across his lips.
“Okay.” Inching forward, he presses his lips to mine, and I slide my hand into his hair, opening my mouth enough to slip my tongue against his. Capturing his moans with my mouth, I press my mouth harder to his, intensifying the kiss. His sweet warmth pulls me deeper, his strawberry lip gloss bursting on my tongue, and I stroke his neglected nipple, twisting it between my figures.
His mouth is hard to part from, and I melt against him, my whole body vibrating. Breaking for air, we pant against each other, and I open his dress some more, the zipper stopping at the center of his groin. “So, so pretty.”
His lashes flutter, lips curling into the sweetest smile, and I kiss it, rubbing my fingers over the outside of his panties. His sounds grow more desperate when my hand slides beneath the thin fabric, skin touching skin.
He presses his hand to my chest, swallowing hard. “I . . . should tell you I haven’t gone past a few hand jobs and some fingering. I mean . . . until yesterday.” He lowers his head.
Wrapping my fingers around his chin, I lift his face enough for our eyes to meet. “That’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I just might not be very good at whatever we do.”
“I think you’ll be fine, sweetheart. You’ve been so good for me so far. No one starts out being an expert. No one but me of course.” I smile and he laughs. He is less experienced than I realized, and that sends something incredibly possessive through me.
“Can you go back to moving your hand again?” He drops his gaze to my still fingers on his cock and I laugh.
“Yeah. Lie back on the couch for me. I want access to all of you.”
Nibbling on his puffy lip, he scoots back and lowers himself onto the cushions, keeping his dress open. Leaving it on, I lift the bottom of his dress, sliding it up his thighs and forcing his thighs apart. He trembles as I press kisses to the tops of his legs, and I roll my tongue over his lace-covered cock, sucking a little through the thin material.
A saltiness hits my tongue, and I slide his panties to the side until his cock springs free. He moans as I take his head between my lips, swirling my tongue around his slit. I’d be down here for hours if he’d let me, but we don’t have as much time as I wish we did. Engulfing him with more of my mouth, I bob my head, rolling his balls between my fingers.
His body jolts and I drop a finger to his hole, circling his tight pucker. I press my fingers against the velvety wrinkled skin, adding a little suction as I lower my face closer to his crotch. My throat constricts around him and his cock pulsates as I drag my mouth away, smirking wickedly.
“Why . . . why did you stop?”
“Because we aren’t done yet, and I’d hate to see you come too soon.” He’s about to say something, but his mouth closes as quickly as it opened when I lift his hips and run my nose along his crack, licking up and down, no longer able to resist him.
His hole twitches against my tongue and I lap at his entrance. Spit drips from my mouth and I smear it over his pretty purple pucker, pushing it inside with my finger. His tight channel squeezes around me and I press deeper, adding more saliva, and I twist it inside him.
His body chokes around my finger as I dart in and out, getting him so soaked with my mouth I’m able to add another. “So much tastier than any candy I’ve had,” I say, pulling out my fingers to spread his cheeks apart before burying my face in his ass. I feast on him like he’s my last meal, burying my tongue between his velvety walls as far as it’ll go.
His body tenses, and when he reaches for his cock, I slap his hand away, needing to be the only reason he comes. Arching his back, he rocks against my face, pressing his ass harder to my mouth as he cries out. “More. I need more.”
Wrapping my fingers around his base, I continue licking and pleasuring his hole with my mouth as I palm him to completion. Arms and legs thrashing, he comes all over his stomach and my hand. I give him a few more kisses on his hole before pressing one to his softening cock, and I lick up the mess he left behind on his smooth, pretty skin.
“Oh Elias. That was . . . I really liked that.”
“I noticed.” I quirk a brow. “You’re so damn responsive to everything I do to you. I feel like I’m going to be the one who’s winning the most every time I have you beneath me.”
“Every time?” He breathes out.
“Yes. What, did you think this was going to be a one and done? Far from it. I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”
“You don’t know that,” he says in a whisper.
“I do. And I’ll be thinking about the next time I get to have you again every time you leave.” I crawl up his body, allowing only part of my weight to fall on him.
“If only I didn’t have to.” His lips turn down and I press a kiss to that cute, pouty mouth.
“Yeah, if only. Don’t worry. I’ll think of ways to have you here more. I can visit you on the other side, too, if you want.”
“On base?” His eyes sparkle.
“Yeah. Do you have your own place there?”
“I do,” he says, voice going higher. “I have a duplex with two rooms.”
“I can guarantee we’ll only need one.” I grin, stroking a thumb down his cheek. “Want to watch that movie now?”
“Sure.” He adjusts his clothes while I browse through the different streaming apps, but he ends up choosing a movie before I can . . . and I agree, not caring what we end up watching. I’m more focused on the wiggling, warm body in my arms, and I don’t even remember how it ends because Arien spends the last ten minutes between my legs with my cock in his mouth. Since I’m able to move this time, he asks me to be the only one who does, while he holds still being the perfect cock sleeve. The perfect everything.
After spending more time wrapped in each other’s arms and sharing lazy kisses, I get up and make us dinner. We eat at the table and Arien names some more movies he thinks might be my favorites. As I’m about I give in and tell him the answer, he gets it right.
“ Edward Scissorhands ,” he says, stabbing a fork into his food.
“You didn’t cheat, did you?”
He laughs, swallowing down another bite. “Anyone who cheats would get the right answer on like the fiftieth try,” he muses.
“It’s been that many, huh?” I cock my head.
“Sure felt like it.” He licks sauce from the corner of his lips, and I wipe the corner he misses with my finger.
“Should we watch it before you have to leave?”
“I’m not sure I did any actual work today.”
“I feel like you still got the outcome you wanted, though.” I kick his foot with mine and he giggles.
“Yeah, except I can’t use that form of therapy on all my patients.”
“No,” I say, rubbing the bottom of my foot over the top of his. “Only the special ones.”
His lips curve. “Yeah, only the special ones.”
Arien helps me clear the table, looking like he’s always belonged in my kitchen in nothing but his lace panties. His purple skin glows under the bright lights as he puts the dishes in the cabinets, and I reach the ones he can’t, sneaking in some kisses. He joins me in the shower, and as we clean one another, we spend extra time in some areas more than others. Shivering as he exits the shower first, I wrap a large towel around him and walk him into the bedroom where I lend him one of my shirts.
He looks so much smaller wearing my clothes than his own. Freaking adorable too. They’re so big, tenting around his smaller form. I can’t stop kissing him, and I occasionally slip my hand up his shirt after we settle on the couch to watch another movie. Keeping my eyes open, I watch him as he focuses his attention on the screen. I fight the exhaustion spiraling through me, and I don’t mind giving in to my emotions knowing he’ll still be with me when I drift away for a little while.
“Can we do this again next week?”
“Yeah.” I kiss his ear. “How about I take next weekend off work and come stay with you?”
He flips around, cupping my cheek. “You’ll really come to the monster world for me?”
“Yeah. You’re always the one traveling to where everyone else is. Let me be the one to show you how much you’re worth going the distance for.”
“You’re showing me a lot lately.” He rubs his cheek against mine.
I wrap my arm around him, lifting the blanket higher on us. “You’ve shown me a lot too, so we can think of it as an even trade.”
“I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon either.”
“I hope not.” I nudge my nose into his hair savoring our last twenty minutes together.