6. Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Aliko
My body feels like it’s on fire. I’ve never felt so hot in all my life.
Not even after getting those sunburns. This is hot in an entirely different way, of course.
A way that doesn’t sting but aches in the best way possible.
Every nerve ending is blazing, my fingers trembling, and my heart… my heart is going double-time.
My dick is on the verge of exploding. Right here.
Right in my pants from Leif kissing my neck.
That’s never happened to me before, but it could happen now.
Everything he’s doing feels too good, like he’s touching me in a way I’ve never felt before.
As if somehow his hands and mouth are different— like they are magical.
I’m not this easy to get off normally—it takes me a while sometimes.
Though I’m pretty sure it’s just him that makes me feel like this.
It’s Leif. The guy I’ve been looking at for weeks.
The guy I’ve dreamed of touching—and he’s finally touching me.
His hands, his mouth, that tongue… it’s a miracle I haven’t come yet, especially with how close I am.
What’s worse is he just keeps going, showing no signs of stopping or even slowing down.
Leif wants to touch me.
Leif is enjoying me.
He doesn’t want this to end, and neither do I.
I ignore the voice in my head that says it’s only because I’m in my human form. Now isn’t the time for stupid concerns.
“I’m so hard,” I breathe out, reaching for him again. I grasp onto his waist when I find it, digging my nails in.
“I feel you,” he says, dragging his lips to the hollow of my throat, where he sucks on my skin. A grunt leaves me, my dick throbbing again. This is fucking torture, but not in a painful way.
Any second now, I’m going to erupt.
How is he okay with this? How is he so in control right now? Does he feel like this, too? If so, how can he stand it?
It feels like forever before he drops to his knees.
I look down at him but have to look away immediately.
The image is burned into my brain, though, and isn’t doing me any favors.
My hands ball into fists and I take deep, steadying breaths, telling myself over and over not to come.
To wait a little longer. Just a little longer…
I don’t know why I want to wait so badly.
I know I can come again. Maybe a third time, too.
But I really like the way he’s looking at me.
There’s this mischievous look in his eye because he knows what he’s doing.
He knows he’s driving me crazy, and he’s enjoying it, which makes this even hotter.
My body heats like a volcano, boiling beneath the surface.
Leif flicks open the button on my jeans. “This okay?” he asks, looking up at me from under thick lashes.
“Yes,” I say, my voice strained.
I’m shaking. My knees feel like jelly. If he makes me come like this, I’m not sure I won’t fall on my ass and make a fool of myself.
It’d be worth it though. Worth every bruise or broken bone or hole in the floor.
This isn’t how I envisioned things when I thought about Leif.
I didn’t expect him to take the lead. Though, what the hell do I know?
Not a damn thing. So it makes sense that he would take control.
But when I thought about him, I was the one doing the touching.
Kissing. Feeling. Doing everything he told me to, exactly as he wanted it.
I want to please him, to make him feel good. I’ll get my chance to do that. I have to. This can’t be all we get, right?
He slowly unzips my jeans. Slight pressure is added to my dick, and it takes every inch of my resolve to hold back the orgasm that’s right there on the brink.
I’m certain pulling down my boxer briefs will be enough to send me over the edge.
Just the slightest brush of the material… it’ll be too much.
“Try not to come until I have you in my mouth,” he says.
I glance down at him in awe. The smirk on his face has my chest hot as fire.
“No promises,” I grit out, swaying on my feet.
Leif pulls my pants down just enough to expose me.
His fingers dip into the waistband of my briefs and thank the heavens he pulls them out and down, not brushing them over me.
Almost like he knows the second he touches me, I’m done for.
He settles the material under my balls, giving my dick room to breathe.
Not that it helps any. The new sensations just drive me crazy in a new way.
“Fuck, Aliko,” he says, looking up at me. “You’re so big.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I say nothing. What am I supposed to say? “Thank you”? I didn’t do anything to make it that way. It just is.
With tender hands, he takes my dick, pointing it forward toward his mouth. I want to look. Fuck, I want to look so bad. But seeing him touch me, seeing him so close to my cock… I can’t handle that.
“Oh, fuck,” I grind out, shifting my feet wider when he takes me into his mouth. It’s warm and wet and soft… and nothing like I expected. My nails sink into my palm, causing a pinch of pain. My jaw tenses so much, I don’t know how it hasn’t cracked already.
Leif doesn’t take me to the back of his throat. He doesn’t suck. He just wraps his mouth around the tip of my cock, and a warm, moist heat encompasses my skin. And then he starts to massage my balls and the underside of my dick with his thumbs.
“Jesus, fuck—” I wheeze.
I reach for something to hold onto, but there’s nothing around. We’re in the middle of the living room, too far from furniture and walls. I sway on my feet again, but steady myself and reach for his head, grasping onto his mop of hair.
Leif massages the head of my cock with his tongue, and I almost pass out.
“Fuck, Leif—” I grit out. The corner of my vision begins to darken. My head is light and fuzzy.
Leif hums a sound around my dick that tells me to let go. And it is not a choice, let’s be clear about that. No matter what I’d have done, there is no holding back anymore.
The orgasm hits me so hard my stomach cramps.
My balls draw up tight, and I see fucking stars.
Pleasure rolls through me, and it’s like I’ve left my body and entered another realm.
Over and over, liquid heat courses through me, warming me from the inside out.
My dick erupts, filling Leif’s mouth, which never leaves me.
He swallows me down, moaning as he does.
The feeling subsides enough that I can open my eyes and watch him still on his knees in front of me with my dick still in his mouth.
My still rock-hard dick. A drop of cum rests at the corner of his mouth, making me throb.
My seed is on his lips. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he continues to suck, getting the last bits of cum out of me.
I moan, a shiver running up my spine from both the sight and the sensation.
He releases me, my dick shining with his saliva. I’m breathing so hard it’s all I can hear, along with my heartbeat pounding in my own ears. His thumb swipes at the corner of his mouth, gathering the drop of cum before popping it into his mouth to suck it.
I don’t know what to do, so I just stand there, watching him in utter fascination, so turned on even after coming already, that I don’t know what to do with myself.
“Please let me do that to you,” I say breathlessly.
“One day,” he says, getting to his feet. “But not tonight. I have a better idea. I think you’re going to love this.”
He fixes my pants, pulling them up enough so that I can walk. Then he takes my hand and leads me upstairs to the bed. I follow him without hesitation.
Nothing about this experience is what I thought it would be. I envisioned it would be fast. Hard. Rough. Messy kissing and hands everywhere.
This is almost soft, but intense. I don’t hate it.
Leif grabs the bottom of my shirt and lifts it over my head, then shoves my pants down again, boxers too.
“Sit,” he orders.
I sit on the edge of the bed and allow him to take off my boots, socks, and pants without protest.
I don’t know why he’s being so nice, so careful. Why is he undressing me like this?
In all the porn I watched, this never happened. He’s being so nice. I didn’t think this was what sex was like between humans…
Once I’m fully naked, he jerks his head toward the top of the bed. “Up there. On your back.”
I settle where he tells me to without an ounce of hesitation, then watch him undress. I want to know what he’s going to do next, because I know it’s going to be good. I feel it in every fiber of my being.
My lips part and a rush of air leaves my lungs. With each layer of clothing he peels off, more tattoos show. Tattoos everywhere.
His chest and torso are covered. So is his back. His left leg is fully decorated, and the right one has a few here and there. Both his nipples are pierced; each with a silver barbell through them.
“Shit,” I mutter, my voice raspy. “You’re so hot.”
He smirks, jerking his head to the side to get hair away from his eyes. It’s something he does often, and I could never tell what was so sexy about it. I think it’s just him. Anything he does is attractive to me.
“So are you.”
“I’m…” I look down at myself. “Plain.”
He barks a laugh. When I look back at him, his eyes are shining with equal ferocity.
Leif crawls onto the bed, straddling my hips.
“We could change that.” His gaze narrows slightly. “If you got a tattoo, would it show on all your forms?”
I shrug, not sure of the answer and not in the right frame of mind to think about it enough to make sense of it.
Precum drips from the tip of his cock, long and hard. That’s all I can focus on.
“What is this?” I ask, reaching for his dick that has something along the underside.
He gently swats my hand away.
“Touch me, and I’ll come,” he warns.
“Isn’t that the point?” I ask.
“Yeah, but I want you to come again first.”
“That’s not fair.”