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His pale eyes grew heavier, fingers creeping under the hem of my T-shirt to trail over my lower back. “You like cherry pie?”

I licked my lips, gaze lowering to his mouth as I breathlessly answered, “Yeah. I love it.”

His hands rucked up my shirt as he slid them higher up my back. I shivered, then hesitantly closed the distance between us to press my lips softly to his. Elliot sighed into the kiss, fingers tightening on my back. Our lips parted, tongues meeting in a slow glide. The taste of him made me shudder with pleasure. Cherry pie and orange soda.

When we finally broke the kiss, Elliot looked lighter. Joyful. He grinned at me, trailing his fingers down the side of my face before smushing my cheeks. “You’re just the sweetest, Ricky. My cute little sugar muffin. I just wanna eat you up.”

I flushed, shooting him a teasing grin. “But not literally, right?”

His mouth stretched into a wicked smile. “Kinda.” Then he cringed. “Sorry. Bad joke.”

I laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek before shooting him a sly grin of my own. “It’s okay. I kind of wanna eat you too.”

Chapter Seventeen

Ricky

Elliot’s throat bobbed as he stared at me.

“God, that’s hot,” he breathed, then yanked my head closer to crush his lips to mine.

I sucked in an unsteady breath, which let him thrust his tongue into my mouth with a low groan. Melting into him, I clutched at his back, wishing we weren’t in such an awkward position so I could feel his body pressed against mine.

My dick was stiffening in a rush. The soft slickness of his tongue in my mouth was making me remember the feel of it sliding all over my length last night. Lapping at the tip. Warm suction enveloping me until I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

Except this time, I wanted to finally find out what it was like to suck a dick myself. Specifically Elliot’s dick. I wanted to show him I didn’t care about any of that other stuff. That I still wanted him just as much.

Still kissing him desperately, I awkwardly shifted us around until Elliot’s feet hit the floor and I could get on my knees between them. My thighs were quaking with nerves and excitement, and as I slid my hands onto his lap and fiddled with the button of his pants, he broke the kiss and stared down at me.

“Ricky…”

“Can I?” I licked my lips and fumbled with his fly, popping the button. “I really, really want to. I’ve wanted to for so long now, Elliot, and you’ve made me wait.”

“God.” His cock jerked against my wrist, making my gut bottom out with nervous lust. Still hunched over me, he cupped my face and smoothed his thumbs over my cheeks. “Only… only if you’re sure you… still want to. Now that you know…”

“I still want to, trust me,” I reiterated, lunging up for another firm kiss, trying to ignore the fire in my cheeks. “I still really, really want to. But I might… I might not be good at it.”

His pale eyes grew heavy and hooded. “You’ll be good at it. But it doesn’t matter anyway.”

“It totally does.” I shot him a teasing frown, which made his mouth quirk into a tiny smile. “I want to make you feel good.”

His gaze softened as he stroked the corner of my mouth with his thumb.

“You already do, Ricky.” After a pause, he slowly sat back, the couch creaking under his shifting weight. His fingers joined mine on his fly, pulling down the zipper, and his voice was lower and huskier when he spoke again. “You want to eat me up, huh?”

My dick jerked in my pants, gaze shooting down to watch as he took my hand and slid it into his underwear. “Y-yeah.”

“You want to suck my dick?” His narrow features tightened with lust as my trembling fingers curled around his cock. Together, we pulled it free, and Elliot shifted his hips to tug his pants and underwear down just a little. “Want to feel how hard you make me, Ricky?”

I could already feel it. And I could see it. I stared in stupefied lust at his long, slender cock, pale and veiny and crazy stiff in my hand. I was finally touching Elliot’s dick. It was amazing.

He let go of my hand and smoothed both of his over my shoulders, the comforting touch leaching some nervous tension from my frame.

“Just do whatever you want,” he said softly, giving me a tiny smile when I glanced up at him anxiously. “Whatever feels natural. I’ll enjoy it. Trust me.”

“Okay,” I whispered, returning my gaze to his dick. Slowly, I slid my fist up and down, biting my lip at the feel of him in my hand. It felt right.

Elliot let out a tiny groan, hips twitching against the couch. My pulse leaped at the sound, a flare of pure excitement shooting through my belly. Hesitantly, I leaned in and gave the head of his cock a timid lick.