Page 30 of Desperately Delicate Viper

“Green light.”

The words are barely out of his mouth before I’m launching myself off the floor and scrambling up the bed. If he expects me to go right for his cock, lying flushed and hard against his slender belly, then he’s going to learn something about me tonight.

I blanket him with my body and bury my nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply. A primal, possessive growl rises in my throat at the citrus scent of my favorite soap on Anders’ skin. It’s even better than seeing him in my clothes this morning, but not quite as satisfying as having him right here in my bed. Every thunderous heartbeat in my ears sounds likemine, mine, mineas I suck a greedy mark into the tender flesh of his throat. He gasps and his hips jerk, his cock dragging against mine, the heat of his skin dulled by my clothes still between us. I nip at his fluttering pulse point, far more gently than any of the bites he’s given me.

He holds himself relatively still beneath me as I slowly map him with my lips and tongue, covering every inch of his throat and collarbone. I can feel the eager twitch of his cock every time I find a spot he likes, and I add every one of those places to a mental list to return to later. Anders makes low, gasping sounds as I work my way a little lower, painting his chest with long, leisurely strokes of my tongue, avoiding his straining nipples even though I’m desperate to gently tug them between my teeth just to hear him hiss and moan. I cant my hips, grinding against him as I lick my way over to his exposed armpit and press mynose into the darker thatch of hair. The smell of my soap lingers there too, but much fainter, overpowered by a musky scent that’s all Anders.

I groan and bury my nose even deeper. He giggles and squirms under me.

“Ticklish?” I guess, dragging my nose up along the inside slope of his arm, then following the same path with my tongue.

“A little,” he says breathlessly, squirming again. The lightness in his voice is such a contrast to the haunted look in his eyes from just a few minutes ago that it makes my chest swell and my heart beat faster.

My kisses get deeper and hungrier as I work my way back across his chest, teasing his nipples this time with a light brush of my lips, and give the same attention to his other armpit. Every inch of him I touch feels like I’m staking my claim, and I don’t want to miss a single spot.

Too soon, Anders puts his hand on my chest and claims just a little bit of space between our bodies.

“Red light,” he says, and I freeze.

He grins up at me for a second, and I’m dying to know what he’s thinking. But I also can’t resist the chance to spend a minute admiring my work so far. The stubble on my face has left spots of his skin slightly red, and he’s glistening with my rapidly drying saliva.

Anders untucks one arm from behind his head and reaches between us to undo my belt with a few expert flicks and tugs. My cock throbs in eager anticipation and my muscles tremble with the enforced stillness, my hands braced on either side of his head, my body hovering over his. He teases his tongue along the seam of my lips while he opens my pants and slips his hand inside.

His teeth sink into my bottom lip sharply at the exact same moment that he wraps his slender fingers around my shaft. Imoan deeply, my balls clenching and my cock jerking in his grasp. It takes everything in me not to thrust into his fist, not to slam my mouth harder into his, not to drop my weight back on top of him and rut against him with desperate, horny abandon.

“I’ve never had the chance to play with anyone’s foreskin before,” he says conversationally, one arm still tucked behind his head as he gives my cock a slow, purposeful stroke, then drags his thumb just along the rim of where my foreskin surrounds the exposed head of my cock. “I’ve heard it’s sensitive.”

Before I can even grunt a confirmation, he tugs my foreskin up and pinches it between his thumb and forefinger. My cock spasms and a gush of precum fills the hot little pocket he created. I moan again and my thighs quake.

“You are a pain slut, aren’t you?” he muses, sucking my bottom lip roughly between his teeth and pinching my foreskin just a little bit harder.

I whine against his lips, my balls tightening and my gut writhing with electricity. He’s walking that perfect razor’s edge between too much and not enough, that exact right kind of pain that wakes up every nerve ending and intensifies every sense. The throbbing rush when he lets up feels almost as good as the initial jolt of pain did, and I groan again.

The sound is muffled by his tongue tangling with mine. He strokes me again, torturously slow, squeezing and corkscrewing his hand when he reaches my crown, then reversing course and doing it all over again. After a few tugs, he lines his cockhead up against mine, and on the next stroke, he pulls my foreskin around us both. The stretch of it around his crown makes my eyes roll, and the strangely chaste way the head of his cock kisses mine drags another whimper from me.

A mixture of our shared precum drenches both of our tips and spills out of the silky sleeve of my foreskin. Every twisting stroke Anders gives sounds filthy and wet, especially against thebackdrop of the muffled grunts and moans that echo around our tongues. He releases his grip, and for just a second his cock stays right where it was, encased in my hot, slick foreskin before it falls back against his stomach.

He breaks away from my mouth and kisses across my jaw until he reaches my ear. My muscles twitch again, and I break the rule just a little by fisting my handful of the sheets tighter to hold myself still. Anders sinks his teeth sharply into my earlobe.

“Green light,” he whispers.

A relieved groan rumbles in my chest, and this time, I don’t take the leisurely route. My blood is rushing in my veins and a deeply primal need has a hold of me. I shuffle down his body and fall hungrily on his cock. The combined taste of our salty-sweet precum slicking his tip makes me moan as I wrap my lips around him and swallow him down. Anders wails and thrusts into my mouth, grabbing a handful of my hair and tugging on it. The sting in my scalp sends another shower of electricity down my spine, making everything else feel more intense.

Everywhere our bodies touch feels like a raging inferno. The taste of his cock, of his precum is fucking heaven, and the weight of him on my tongue is the only thing I need to die happily.

He’s the perfect size to suck greedily, barely hitting the back of my throat no matter how deep I take him, just the right girth to seal my lips around. I flutter and pulse my tongue against the underside of his cock while I suck him wildly, bobbing my head up and down and moaning every time he bumps the back of my throat. Anders thrashes and wails, panting my name and bucking his hips. His balls tighten under my chin, and he tugs harder on my hair.

“Red light,” he gasps, and I go completely still again.

Anders lets out a shuddering breath and sags into the bed, his cock twitching and throbbing, trapped between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Mine answers with a matching ache,swinging heavily between my thighs as I swallow a salty rush of more precum.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he murmurs, loosening his grip and dragging his fingers through my hair more gently. He massages my scalp with his fingertips, his breathing slowing until it’s almost normal.

He starts to rock his hips again, slowly, shallowly, bumping the head of his cock gently against the back of my throat over and over.

“It’s been so long since anyone gave a fuck about making me feel good,” he confesses, his voice strained as he starts to thrust just a little bit faster. “I forgot what it felt like to even like sex.”

I growl around his cock, fighting the urge to break the rules of the game so I can kiss him senseless and then go on a murder spree, putting a bullet between the eyes of everyone who made him feel worthless and unseen.

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