Page 48 of Thicker than Blood

Another shiver rolls through me as my cock thickens. “Exciting.”

Elias kneels before me and gently removes my shoes and socks, massaging each foot as he does. “Stand up, darling. It’s my turn to see you.”

I manage to pull myself up even though my legs are shaking like trees in a hurricane.

“How’s your tongue?” he asks.

“Healed. You did that.”

He smiles, nodding. “But my gums throb with the need to taste you again.”

“You can.”

“Arms up.”

I raise my arms above my head and almost giggle as Elias pulls my polo shirt over my head. As I lower them, he works on my jeans, tugging them down slowly. When I’m standing in just my underwear, I shift my weight from foot to foot, awkward under his intense gaze.

There’s nothing hard or carved about my body. I’ve never seen the inside of a gym, and the only intentional sweating I do is when I jack off for too long.

Elias slowly removes my black briefs, releasing my cock. “Lovely. Larger than you looked fully clothed.”

“I’m a grower, not a show-er.”

Elias laughs. “I’ve not heard that before.”

I’m aware of the heated flush spreading from my cheeks down my chest. Normally, I try to get to any sex business with the lights out, but something about Elias taking me in feels nice, like the sun on my back.

“You’re very pretty, Geordi.” He brushes his lips over my cock and my breath hitches. “Very pretty indeed. I can just imagine what you’ll look like when I’m done with you, your body stained with your blood and my cum.” He licks his lips. “Do you have any limits I should be aware of?”

“L-l-limits?

“Anything you don’t like?”

I huff a breath. As if I could even think of anything right now. “You can do whatever you want.”

“Delicious.” With a strong hand on my hip, he turns me effortlessly so I’m facing the couch. “Bend over. Let me worship this lovely ass of yours.”

Gripping the back of the chaise, I tilt my ass up, shamelessly on display for him. He dives right in, licking a stripe along my crease that instantly stokes the flame burning inside my belly.

“Here’s another secret, lovely mortal,” Elias says, nibbling my ass cheek. “I have a unique talent, developed over centuries of existence.”

I turn my head over my shoulder. “What is it?”

“I can influence without compulsion. Whatever I want, I can make happen through sheer intention. For example…” He drags his finger along my crease then circles my rim. “So tight, but I want you to thoroughly enjoy what’s about to happen, so I’m going to make sure of it.”

“How?”

Instead of answering me, he licks me again, digging his tongue inside me. The sensation is unique to say the least. His tongue is unusually warm and everywhere he licks me, my skin tingles. I can literally feel my hole relax and the muscles insidebecome pliant. But then something new happens. Warmth spreads through me outwardly, and my cock actually drips with precum.

“Perfect,” Elias coos. “Such a good boy for me.”

He spreads my cheeks apart, massaging my entrance with his thumbs as he slides his tongue inside me again. My eyelids flutter from the feeling—warm, soft, deliberate.

Elias continues licking and sucking at my hole. I expect him to slide in a finger or two, but he never does, choosing to munch on me instead. I dig my fingers into the wood of the couch frame, slowly rocking my hips back and forth on his tongue until I can’t take it anymore.

“Please, Elias.”

“Please, what?”

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