There's no prompt this week but I hope you'll enjoy the chapter anyway!!
Ritch crawled on the bed, straddling my
feet and then slowly making his way up my legs. His eyes were locked on my
leaking cock jutting straight up. He stopped around my mid-thighs. I leaned
forward and encouraged him to scoot forward the rest of the way. His hands came
down on my shoulders.
He was hard and leaking, his cock nestled
against my stomach as I held him close to me. I tilted my head back. “Kiss?” It
was something he was comfortable with, something that might bring down some of
the tension I could feel in his back.
I parted my lips in anticipation when Ritch
leaned down, his fingers tightening on my shoulders. His lips met mine,
pressing close and then away, coming back again a second later. I ached to
taste him, and I growled in satisfaction as he dipped his tongue inside my
mouth.
When he retreated, I followed, taking his
mouth. I swept my tongue inside and tangled them together, stroking and
caressing him with my hands as we finally found ourselves slotted together,
skin to skin, like I’d fantasized about.
Minutes could have become hours as I rubbed
my hands down his back. He settled downward, my cock nestled in the cleft of
his ass and his tight to my stomach. When he started rocking his hips in minute
increments, I ripped my mouth away and moaned. I gripped both his cheeks and
ground upward.
“Oh!”
My eyes flew open and I froze, but Ritch
didn’t look scared. His pupils were blown and he didn’t stop moving. “You like
that?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Want to try some lube?”
Ritch paused, licking his lips. He nodded
once. I picked up the bottle I’d set beside me and opened it. Rather than
shocking him with the cool liquid, I put the tip of the bottle against the tip
of my cock and squeezed.
Lube went everywhere. The cold slick oozed
down my cock and pooled against my skin and slid down to my balls. I cursed and
fumbled with the bottle, nearly dropping it, finally getting it shut. I dropped
it on the bed, the sheets already ruined.
“Too much is better than too little.” I
couldn’t even try to be suave.
Ritch’s lips twitched. “I agree.” He
settled against me again, squirming. The amusement on his face faded, but his
eyebrows were drawn in.
I knew what he needed. I wiped my hand on
the sheet, then palmed his smooth ass cheeks, spreading them slightly. Then I
lifted my hips and slid my slick, hard cock past his hole and along his
sensitive skin. “Fuck.” I wanted inside him, but I needed to be patient.
“Oh yeah.” Ritch squeezed my shoulders, his
blunt nails digging in. I liked the small sting and I rocked my hips again to
make him do it some more. Ritch held on tight as I pushed his arousal higher. His
breath came faster.
“Hold on to the headboard.” I needed to move
this along before one of us came. I pushed his knees farther apart and slid
down in the bed, bringing his cock level with my mouth and giving me more room
to reach him.
Come dripped from the angry pink tip of his
cock. I stuck out my tongue and swirled it around, capturing them and taking in
his salty, musky flavor. I wanted to rub my cheeks against him, to wallow in
his scent—so I did as I ran my fingers through all the lube coating my balls.
I touched him with my fingers for the first
time, tracing them down his crack and then to the soft, wrinkled flesh of his
hole. Ritch gasped and cursed as I circled and then pressed in with my finger.
I lost myself in the sensations as he squirmed, pushing forward into my mouth
and then back on my finger.
Daring to push him, I added a second finger
and added suction with my mouth, laving the bottom of his cock with my tongue. His
movements became slower, but he didn’t stop. “Park!” Ritch barked my name as I
curled my fingers and pressed them against his spongy prostate.
Bingo.
“I’m gonna come,” he ground out.
I let up and pulled my fingers out. Ritch
tried to follow them and his cock left my mouth. I pushed up with my elbow,
squirming until I was leaning against the pillows again, his arms bracketing
me. Sweat beaded on his brow, his irises were narrow rings around his blown
pupils, and his cheeks were bright pink. He inched backward and this time when
my cock pressed against his hole, he stopped.
“Are you ready?” The thought he might say
no made my balls ache, but I had to ask.
Ritch nodded. “Please.” He was breathing
hard and fast.
I reached between us and held the base of
my shaft. “Your speed,” I reminded him. Ritch was less patient, and he pushed
hard, my head and maybe half of my shaft inside him at once. He grunted and I
cursed, grabbing his hips.
“Slow.”
“No.” Ritch stared in my eyes. “I’m done
with slow. I chose this.”
“Fuck. Okay.” I let go of his hips and let
him take over, which is way harder than I thought. He drove himself down on me
and then started rocking. His muscles rippled over my shaft, hot and tight.
“Not gonna last,” I warned him. I had no
control, and I zeroed in on his neck. I had to blood him. I bit my finger and
then then pushed it into his open mouth, exploding as Ritch sucked hard.
Then I sank my teeth into him. The iron
tang of his blood filled my mouth as the bond snapped in place between us. More
come spurted from my cock to coat his inner walls, and his coated our bellies.
I eased my bite, then licked his torn flesh, prompting it to heal. I’d done it. “Mate,” I growled.
TBC
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