Spicy Scene
Isit there watching his avatar shift positions randomly, as though Noobslayer is bored without Neil making him run around.
I already miss chatting with him, even though he’s just down the hall, just taking a leak before we play some more.
I find myself staring at his toon on the screen, my heart thumping in my chest as I wait for him to log back on and declare his undying love for me. Me, not Bunnyluv.
“You could’ve told me.”
Neil’s voice startles me so much I almost jump out of my chair.
I yelp and fumble at the keys, trying to log off before he sees the screen, but he reaches around from behind me and takes my wrists in his hands.
I freeze, uncertain how much I’ve pissed him off by not coming clean.
On the screen, my Bunnyluv avatar goes through her own random pose shift, crossing her arms over her chest in a most ironic fashion.
“Why didn’t you say something?” he whispers into my ear, his breath hot on my neck.
I’m trapped. His fingers hold me in a featherlight grip, but I can’t break it. I can’t move, can’t do anything but fear the repercussions of my actions.
My body trembles as Neil rotates my chair around and rubs my pulse points with his thumbs, as his lips brush the skin on the side of my neck. I keep waiting for the hammer to drop, for him to suddenly lash out.
He doesn’t.
Instead, he pulls my arms to my chest, shifts his grip to hold both wrists in his bandaged hand, and uses the other to pull off my headset. He inspects the switch on the side of the mic. “This how you do it? How you make me think you’re her?”
I should fess up. I should say something, anything. Why can’t I speak?
The headset clatters to the floor, and Neil tips my chin up with a finger. I find myself gazing into his blue eyes, a different shade from my own but still beautiful in their own right. Tears well up, blurring my vision as I await my punishment.
“You should’ve fucking told me.” His voice is low and steady, though his hands shake.
We stare at each other for what feels like forever, his eyes searching mine for—for what? What’s he looking for? Contrition? Regret? I don’t feel those things, not like I should. All I feel is terror at being caught. Terror, and an unbridled lust that not even Bunny can invoke.
When he finally breaks the spell and leans in, Neil’s lips are soft yet firm against mine. My eyes drift closed as I revel in the feel of them, and when he reaches up and pulls the lollipop out of my mouth, I don’t stop him.
“This thing’s in the way,” he says, tossing it into a nearby trash can.
It hits the metal bin with a clang. “That’s better …
” His lips descend on mine again, and his hand finally releases my wrists.
I let my hands fall to Neil’s waist. My thumbs gently rub his hipbones while we kiss, but I refrain from going any further.
What if he changes his mind? What if he decides he doesn’t like this?
Rather than stop or pull away, Neil deepens the kiss, burying one hand in my hair while the other brushes my nipple rings. He’s tasting, testing, seeing how this feels, and though I love every second of it, in the back of my mind I worry he’ll up and leave without warning.
“Watermelon …” he murmurs against my lips.
What? I’m so fucking turned on I’ve lost track of the conversation. Were we talking about food, or is that some kind of safe word?
“Huh?”
Neil chuckles. “The sucker. It makes you taste like watermelon.”
Oh, yeah. That thing.
I lick my lips as Neil lowers his hand to the waistband of his sweats. I don’t need to be a mind reader to tell that he’s just as turned on as I am; the stark outline of his hard cock under the grey flannel is enough of a hint that whatever I’m doing, I’m doing it right.
The corner of his mouth turns up in a wry grin as he lowers his pants just enough for me to see the flash of steel at his tip. “I can’t promise I’ll taste like watermelon …”
Oh, sweet baby Jesus! This is really happening!
My chair rolls back as I slide out of it, falling to my knees in front of him. Neil fists my hair and pulls his sweatpants the rest of the way down. His cock bounces and throbs. I grab the shaft, giving the pierced head a tentative lick.
I know Neil well enough to know that this is brand new territory for him.
He’s been almost as isolated as I have, preferring the company of pixelated friends over face-to-face companionship.
Still, while he’s dated and fooled around, it’s not the same way I have.
I’ve been a bisexual nerd my whole life, always fascinated with both men and women, so when the jocks in high school and college needed their grades hacked to stay on the team, I took full advantage.
I’ve had almost more cock in my mouth than lollipops.
A part of me debates how to proceed. Should I show him my skills, or should I ease him into this world?
Neil reaches down and strokes my cheek. “Go ahead, Keys. I’m ready.”
Cocky. He has no clue what he’s in for.
I start off slow, licking and nibbling his long, velvety shaft.
Neil doesn’t have the girth of some of the men I’ve been with, but he’ll definitely give me a run for my money in the length department.
I can deep throat with the best of them, but damn!
It’s been a while since I’ve been with a guy like this. Skills can fade if not practiced.
When I tease his tip, licking and sucking the cock ring so much that it rotates in the hole, he groans and grips my hair tighter. I take that as a sign to keep going.
“Fuck, Keys! I knew you had me get that for a reason, but I never imagined it would feel this good in someone’s mouth …”
His voice trails off as I take more of him in.
With one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, I ease his cock further down my throat, taking an inch at a time.
Neil makes the hottest moaning and whimpering noises, and I find myself unbuttoning my pants to free myself from the constricting fabric so I can jerk off while I work.
Despite my earlier experiences, Neil is the first man I’ve been with that I’ve actually had feelings for. Somehow, emotion heightens the eroticism of what I’m doing. It increases every sensation, lighting my nerve endings on fire.
When I taste his cum at the back of my mouth as he shoots his load a bit early, I fucking lose it.
I groan and jerk, coming mere seconds after he does.
The floor now has a sticky white pool of cum on it, something I’ll have to clean up before the next time Kendrick walks in here.
It’s such a satisfying sight when I release Neil’s cock and look down at the mess I’ve made.
I wipe my mouth and let Neil help me to my feet. “I’m gonna need to find a—”
He interrupts me with another kiss, pulling me to his chest. Our exposed dicks rub together as our hips meet, making me half hard again.
“—mop,” I finish after he lets go.