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Breaths stuttering, I pull my cock out of the top of my pants and stroke it as I snap a picture.

My stomach shakes from laughter when he sends a Gif of a monkey shoving a banana in his mouth.

Purple Lover: See you soon.

Tucking myself back into my pants, I send him a few hearts like my sister suggested and go downstairs to drink all the energy drinks my body can handle. No way am I falling asleep today.

Thirteen

Elias

One minute I’m sitting alone in my living room and the next Arien is squished up beside me.

“Hello,” he says in a syrupy voice.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” I press a kiss to his nose and he preens, making sounds that remind me of a kitten as he places his lips on mine.

Backing my face away a little to get a better look at his dress, I tug on the zipper in the front, putting a little more of his chest on display. “So pretty.”

His breaths pick up, his skin flushing with a pink hue under the purple.

“So, so pretty.” I kiss his cheek, running my lips down to his and then between his pecs as I drag the zipper further down. Folding down the right side of the dress, I suck one of his nipples into my mouth, nipping at the sensitive bud.

A whimper escapes him and he bucks his hips, humping the air.

“You like that?”

“Yeah. Aren’t we supposed to be watching a movie?”

“Yes, but I think I’ll watch you first. We have plenty of time for movies later.” I lick my way up his neck and across his lips.

“Okay.” Inching forward, he presses his lips to mine, and I slide my hand into his hair, opening my mouth enough to slip my tongue against his. Capturing his moans with my mouth, I press my mouth harder to his, intensifying the kiss. His sweet warmth pulls me deeper, his strawberry lip gloss bursting on my tongue, and I stroke his neglected nipple, twisting it between my figures.

His mouth is hard to part from, and I melt against him, my whole body vibrating. Breaking for air, we pant against each other, and I open his dress some more, the zipper stopping at the center of his groin. “So, so pretty.”

His lashes flutter, lips curling into the sweetest smile, and I kiss it, rubbing my fingers over the outside of his panties. His sounds grow more desperate when my hand slides beneath the thin fabric, skin touching skin.

He presses his hand to my chest, swallowing hard. “I . . . should tell you I haven’t gone past a few hand jobs and some fingering. I mean . . . until yesterday.” He lowers his head.

Wrapping my fingers around his chin, I lift his face enough for our eyes to meet. “That’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I just might not be very good at whatever we do.”

“I think you’ll be fine, sweetheart. You’ve been so good for me so far. No one starts out being an expert. No one butme of course.” I smile and he laughs. He is less experienced than I realized, and that sends something incredibly possessive through me.

“Can you go back to moving your hand again?” He drops his gaze to my still fingers on his cock and I laugh.

“Yeah. Lie back on the couch for me. I want access to all of you.”

Nibbling on his puffy lip, he scoots back and lowers himself onto the cushions, keeping his dress open. Leaving it on, I lift the bottom of his dress, sliding it up his thighs and forcing his thighs apart. He trembles as I press kisses to the tops of his legs, and I roll my tongue over his lace-covered cock, sucking a little through the thin material.

A saltiness hits my tongue, and I slide his panties to the side until his cock springs free. He moans as I take his head between my lips, swirling my tongue around his slit. I’d be down here for hours if he’d let me, but we don’t have as much time as I wish we did. Engulfing him with more of my mouth, I bob my head, rolling his balls between my fingers.

His body jolts and I drop a finger to his hole, circling his tight pucker. I press my fingers against the velvety wrinkled skin, adding a little suction as I lower my face closer to his crotch. My throat constricts around him and his cock pulsates as I drag my mouth away, smirking wickedly.

“Why . . . why did you stop?”

“Because we aren’t done yet, and I’d hate to see you come too soon.” He’s about to say something, but his mouth closes as quickly as it opened when I lift his hips and run my nose along his crack, licking up and down, no longer able to resist him.