“Fuck, Kroven,” I howled. “I’m so close.”
This seemed to energize him, because he doubled his efforts. He kept a steady rhythm bobbing up and down my length, that cursed tongue working me in ways I'd never experienced. I felt fire and lightning crackling throughout my body, a warmth that I couldn't tame. It was so out of my control and I knew I'd reached my limit.
“Oh god, K-Kroven, I'm gonna—”
He pulled back, my dick falling out of his mouth as Kroven wrapped his hand around me and started pumping. Once heopened his mouth, that purple tongue uncurling in anticipation of my cum landing all over him, that was it. I yelled in pure pleasure as I started to come, thick spurts firing on Kroven's face and tongue in haphazard intervals. I melted into the chair as I kept shooting, my eyes rolling inside my skull, unable to look at the erotic scene of Kroven covered in my climax.
I heard Kroven chuckle as I started coming down from my orgasm, my chest rising slower and slower. As I opened my eyes, I watched as Kroven sauntered to the kitchen and came back with some paper towels, wiping me from his face. Once he was cleaned up, he handed them to me to clean up. I quickly used them to wipe away my mess and was about to reach for my clothes when Kroven came over and straddled my lap, my softening cock gaining altitude as my hands instinctively went to his hips as his body relaxed against me.
"You're going to be the death of me." Kroven laughed, leaning down to kiss me.
As we kissed, I couldn't help but feel that the sentiment was mutual.
Chapter 9
After comingdown from the euphoria of post-orgasm contentment, Kroven asked me if I was hungry. He had removed himself from my lap, allowing both of us to redress and attempt to find some calm.
“Famished,” I told him with a laugh, realizing just how true it was.
“I don’t have anything here, but I could order you a pizza.” Kroven crooned. He closed the space between us to playfully trace a line down my arm from where I stood in the living room. “I’ve always wanted to experience the inspiration behind the pizza delivery fantasy.”
“Oh, so you’re a stickler for the classics, huh?” Amusement flashed across my face. “I gotta admit, I didn’t expect you to be into a vintage porn trope.”
“Well, that’s the thing, isn’t it? You need to learn more about me.”
I chuckled as he found his phone on the kitchen bar and initiated the call to order the pizza. He wasn’t wrong. Sure, we’d just swapped fluids, but we hardly knew each other. I wanted to spend time with him and really get to know him, to truly findout what made Kroven laugh, what made him cry, what life had been like for him living longer than a human ever could.
It dawned on me his exact word choice when he had brought up the pizza.
“Wait, do you not eat?”
Kroven smiled, shaking his head. “I don’t have to, but I can.” He jerked his head to the side as someone must have answered on the other end of his cell. “Yes, I’d like to order one of yourclassicpizzas, please.”
I rolled my eyes at him with a laugh because he had wagged his eyebrows at me when he uttered the word classic. He went back to delivering pleasantries to the pizza place before he turned back to me again. “What kind?”
“Pepperoni and green peppers, please.”
Kroven’s face tilted at my request. “Anything else?”
“A large lemonade, if they have it.”
Snickering, he repeated my order and thanked them before ending the phone call. While we waited for the pizza to arrive, Kroven decided to give me a tour of his home. It was a quaint little place, and everything had it’s perfect place. We went down the hall that was adjacent to the kitchen, which produced four doors to choose from. He explained that the first door on the left was a half-bathroom, and that it was accessible both here and within the office, which was the second door on the left. The door that was directly in front of us lead outside, and the door on the right lead to his laundry and storage room. Kroven told me that the half-bathroom originally didn’t exist in the house when he’d gotten it, but that a home with three potential bedrooms needed another bathroom.
The laundry and storage room was shorter than I had been expecting, learning that it used to be bigger, but Kroven had taken up some space in his renovation to make the closet in his bedroom bigger. He apparently had a thing for walk-in closets and justhadto have one. The office was more of a library thanan office, housing books from floor to ceiling on either side of the walls when one walked inside. Kroven had some really comfortable looking furniture placed at the end of the room, perfect for lounging up with a good book at the end of a long day. Or at least that’s exactly what I thought of when I saw it, making sure to say as such so that it would be known that we shared a love of books.
Kroven walked us back down through the kitchen, turning left at the living room hallway, which I had to assume lead to some bedrooms. The first door on the right was the full bathroom, decorated in white tile with purple grout. It looked like the same exact shade of purple of Kroven’s tongue. My dick twinged with the memory that it was also the same shade of purple of the head of his cock. The final two doors stood exactly opposite each other. The one on the right was a fairly small guest bedroom that was done in pink. The bedroom on the left was Kroven’s, and it was massive.
He told me that the original floor plans revealed that it had once been two small rooms that the original owners had converted into one big room. It was so big that Kroven had a little couch and TV area on one side of the room while the other side housed his massive king sized bed.
The entire room was wrapped in red and white, clearly the colors that Kroven tended to favor. The couch in the sitting area was pure white, looking like it was made out of imitation leather, adorned with red throw pillows similar to the ones in the living room. Kroven’s open walk in closet revealed more red and whites in his wardrobe. The true centerpiece was that massive bed, a deep red comforter with thorny roses detailing an even darker shade of red.
“Wow,” I said incredulously. “You really enjoy red, huh?”
“What gave you that impression?” He chuckled, shrugging. “I don’t know if it’s the blood dependency, but I’ve alwaysgravitated to red. The color of passion, the color of unbridled emotion.”
“The color of great sex.” I nodded, without even thinking about it.
“Is that so?”
