I’m hungry for him. Not in a vampire, ‘I vant to suck your blood’ kind of way, but in a carnal way.
Charlie’s cock is fucking perfect. His is a bit shorter than mine, but thicker, with a delicious vein running down the underside. His tip pulses pre-come as his dick twitches in front of me.
“Charlie, baby, can I taste you?” My voice is thick with want, my eyes pleading with him.
He sucks in a breath, and nods his head enthusiastically.
I groan, diving in. One of my hands lands on his soft stomach, brushing over the hair around his bellybutton. The other wraps around the base of his cock, angling towards me as I bring my mouth close to it. His scent is stronger down here, and all I want to do is nuzzle into his skin, so I do just that. I bury my face in the space where his thigh meets his pubic area and breathe in. “Mmmmmm…” An errant moan escapes me.
My eyes flick back to Charlie’s. His cheeks are flushed red, and his eyes are blown wide. His body is tense as he waits for my next move.
I kiss and suck along his skin, my breath ghosting over his cock and balls, but my mouth not touching them yet. Charlie gasps and moans with every touch I give him. I circle closer to where we both want me, teasing him with licks.
“Kip…” he whines, his fingers tangled in my hair.
I finally give in to what we’re both desperate for, running my lips and tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. When I get to his slit, I flick my tongue against it, lapping up every drop of pre-cum it leaks. This tastes just as good as his blood, maybe even more. If only I could sustain myself off of this. Continuing to tongue his slit, I let my fingers trail up and down his length. Not wrapping them around it, simply teasing him with light touches, until his hips move of their own accord and begin to buck up towards my mouth.
Soon, Charlie is ravenous for more. His jaw is clenched tight, his whiskey brown irises eclipsed entirely by his blown pupils. He pants, his stomach muscles taut.
I know he can feel me smiling around the head of his cock and I open my mouth and sink down onto his tip.
“Fucccckkkk.” He hisses, his fingers tightening further in my hair. He pulls the strands until it hurts, but in the best way possible.
Relaxing my throat, I glide his cock along my tongue and take him to the back of my throat. Swallowing, I let my throat constrict the head of his dick, and then pull slowly back off.
“Kip, I’m not gonna…last…long…” Charlie says breathlessly.
I hum around his cock, and he shudders in response. I don’t stop, bobbing up and down on him. I alternate between taking him all the way inside of my mouth, and sucking his head while pumping my fist around his base. Charlie uses his grip on my hair to guide my movements, lifting his hips in a stuttering rhythm to fuck my throat. I still my own movements, letting him take complete control. Charlie is relentless, pushing his entire length into my waiting mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He moans, his movements becoming wild and jerky.
I moan around his length, loving how unhinged he’s become as he uses me like a toy. I feel him tense, and swell, before spurts of his hot, salty cum pump into my mouth and throat.
Charlie’s hips slow, and then still, before he sinks full back onto the bed. I give his head one last hard suck, getting every drop of his release, before letting his softening cock fall from my lips.
“Jesus.” Charlie pants, lying boneless on the bed.
“Mmmmm…” I agree, licking my lips to make sure I didn’t wasn’t a drop of his cum.
My own cock is still hard and throbbing, desperate for any amount of touch. I’m still wearing my briefs, and the front has a distinct wet patch from my pre-cum. I stand, all but ripping my briefs off my body. Crawling up the bed, I straddle his hips.
“I want to coat you in my cum, Charlie.” I stroke myself softly, just enough to tease, but not enough to get myself off yet.
Sitting up on his elbows, he grins. “Yes. Give it to me. Mark me.”
Charlie watches, his spent cock trying to rally, while I stroke myself over him. I spit into my hand, fulling wrapping it around myself as I fuck my fist. When I get to the head, I circle around it and squeeze. On each stroke, I rotate my wrist slightly. Charlie’s gaze is hungry as he watches me, and it’s fucking exhilarating and hot.
“Kip…” Charlie’s voice is husky, and deeper than I’ve ever heard it. “Come in my mouth. I need to taste you.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I’m already close, so I shuffle forward, my free hand reaching forward to yank his head towards my waiting cock.
He licks his lips, then opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.
“Ah, fuck, Charlie, you’re going to be the fucking death of me.”
Charlie smirks, or at least tries to. His eyes are what convey his expression, since his mouth is still open and waiting.
I pump faster, tightening my grip until it’s near painful. My body locks up tight as pleasure builds at the base of my spine and my balls draw up.
