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“You like it?”

“Yes,” he said tightly, then cried out when I plunged my mouth back over his dick, sucking harder and faster now.

At the same time, I hurriedly shoved my apron out of the way to fumble with my fly. I was so unbelievably hard, it felt like I’d come the moment I touched myself. But I had to. How could I not? I was sucking Ricky off. Sweet, perfect, human Ricky.

This was so dirty. I freaking loved it.

A trembling groan left me the moment I wrapped my hand around my dick. Instantly, I could feel the difference in heat between us. His cock was so much hotter, and he produced way more pre-cum than I did. But maybe that was because he was already on the brink. I could tell from the way he was writhing beneath me, his breaths getting choppier and faster, his hands shaking when he finally, finally lifted one to tentatively thread his fingers through my hair.

I moaned to show him how much I liked the touch. I hoped he could see my dick as I furiously jacked myself off while my head bobbed over his lap. I liked to think I had a pretty nice dick too. It was slimmer and paler than his, with lots of prominent veins. A mental image of Ricky’s hot, pink tongue lapping at the tip made my hips jerk until I was desperately humping my fist.

Damn, I was going to come very soon, but I couldn’t stop. Flattening my free palm on his tense stomach, I increased the suction of my mouth with a moan. My jaw was starting to ache—Ricky had some nice girth, but it was also because I was still fighting a teensy, deeply ingrained animalistic urge to bite down. That urge was mostly drowned out by the white noise in my head, the frantic need to come and make him come, but I could still feel it at the back of my mind. My instincts getting all twisted.

Then Ricky stiffened and started to shake. His knees fell open wider, hips straining up to meet my mouth in tiny, erratic thrusts.

“I-I… Elliot,” he moaned, fingers tightening in my hair. “I’m—I’m g-going to—”

I didn’t pull away. His cock throbbed in my mouth, then he sucked in a choked gasp as his other hand shot up to grip my hair as well, holding me in place. At the first shot of cum hitting the back of my throat, a helpless groan left me. Oh my god, okay, this was sooo much better than anything else. This was worth fighting all my instincts. I swallowed his cum greedily, sucking on the head to get every drop as he shook and spurted in my mouth.

The taste of it made my scalp tingle. My fist was a blur as it shuttled over my cock, until my hips began to jerk and my orgasm hit in a sudden rush, and I was shooting onto the floor with a desperate groan. I kept sucking, even after Ricky had stopped coming and sagged back against the wall. A languid moan left me as the tension finally melted from my body, but I kept sliding my fist up and down my cock to draw out the last moments of pleasure before I became too sensitive.

When Ricky flinched with overstimulation as I lapped at his tip, I finally pulled back, but found myself pressing soft kisses down his length, not wanting to stop yet. Then, unable to help myself, I nuzzled his inner thigh before scraping my teeth gently over it. Just a tiny nibble.

Ricky jerked with a breathless laugh. Grinning, I lifted my head to look up at him. His cheeks were sweetly flushed, eyes heavy and drowsy with satiation. But when I sat up, his gaze shot down to my softening cock jutting from my fly and his eyes flared with renewed heat and longing.

I wiped my hand on my apron, then scrubbed my mouth with the back of my wrist before shuffling closer to kiss him. Ricky kissed me back eagerly, hands slipping from my hair to cup the sides of my neck. The touch made me shiver as I slicked my tongue lazily against his.

“I really like you, Ricky,” I murmured after breaking the kiss, keeping my face close to his.

A shy smile tilted his mouth. Sweet, nervous determination creeping into his eyes, he darted in to kiss me again. “I like you too, Elliot.”

Chapter Six

Ricky

Was this how every guy felt after receiving his first blow job? Or was Elliot just really, really good at it?

I was still smiling when I floated back into work the next morning. Everything just seemed… better. The sun was shining brighter. Traffic was good on my way in. Even the old building that housed the Creepy Court Mall looked nicer than usual. I hadn’t spent all that much time browsing here, but the little boutiques and specialty stores seemed interesting. GalaxyGames, the arcade place, looked kinda fun. I wondered if Elliot liked arcade games.

Did he shop at that dark, moody accessories store, Sizzling Discourse? I was too intimidated to even step foot in there, but if I hadn’t known about Elliot’s medical condition, I would’ve maybe assumed he was a goth. His perpetually messy hair was black, although it didn’t look dyed. And I’d only ever seen him in his uniform. How did he dress when he wasn’t at work?

I flushed as I made my way through the mall to the food court. I probably dressed a little boring. Just shorts and T-shirts most of the time. My sneakers were ancient, but I couldn’t afford new ones—not if I wanted to get my own place as soon as possible. Not that living at home was bad, but my little sisters—fifteen-year-old twins—had kind of taken over and always had a gaggle of friends over. My parents were okay, they weren’t bad people, but… I wanted my freedom. To live how I was supposed to. To be fulfilled and not so lonely.

Elliot had given me my first taste of that freedom last night. My belly twisted with excitement as I approached Broth with a Bite, its neon sign glowing electric green above the storefront—a tilted soup bowl with a splash of broth spilling from the side, flashing on and off, and a cartoon-esque bone sticking out of it.

When I walked into the back office, a huge grin spread over my face the moment I saw Elliot in there tying his apron, looking a little tired. But then he always looked kind of tired, thanks to his super pale skin and the dark shadows under his eyes.

I opened my mouth to say hey, but a flurry of nerves kept me quiet. What if he’d… changed his mind? About liking me? Looking back, I was embarrassed to realize I hadn’t actually done much while he was… I’d just kind of slumped there, desperately trying not to come the moment his tongue connected with my dick. And then he’d started touching himself too, and it’d felt like my head was gonna explode.

Then Elliot looked up. The nerves calmed when his face lit up, but I still felt kinda dorky and shy as I just stood there clutching the strap of my backpack.

“Hey.” He strode across the room, peered over my shoulder at the door, then pressed a quick, firm kiss to my lips.

Heat flooded my face, and a big, silly grin stretched my mouth. Elliot chuckled, briefly stroked my hot cheek, then stepped back a respectable distance.

“You sleep okay?”

“Uh-huh.” I was still smiling like an idiot as I set down my backpack and started tying on my apron. “How about you?”