Page 33 of Creep
I have to remind myself to stay silent when I almost moan at the taste of his skin. For a while, I stay braced over him, smelling, nose to cheek, as I lower my hips and rub my erection across his stomach.
I have to reach to the base of my cock and squeeze it to not come already. He’s beyond hot, and living the fantasy is more arousing than I ever could have imagined. It’s as if I’ve only ever seen a ghost, and now I get to touch the real thing.
With utter care, I move his arms a bit farther from his body to roll up his T-shirt and reveal his chest. I smile as I rub one of his exposed nipples. I’ve never felt this free to explore with another person, without worry about them judging me or the things I want to do.
“I bet you like that, nasty boy,” I whisper, but I don’t mind him hearing it.
No, Iwanthim to hear it.
But I also don’t.
I’m a mess of filthy desires thrown into a glass and shaken. But if he allows this, if he’s not yet kicking me off the bed in disgust, then maybe deep down he’s as depraved as me?
He makes the tiniest sound, a catch of breath, and I nearly come, but this can’t be the end, so I lift my hips and move my face under his jaw, lips to the pulsing artery that now kisses me over and over.
I’m overwhelmed.
Overheated.
I don’t deserve to kiss and handle his body, but I can’t stop myself and place my hands on his chest, squeezing his pecs, maybe even a bit too hard as desire makes my cock so sensitive I’m glad I’m not wearing any underwear. He’s so soft under my fingertips, and his chest expands with every inhale while I get to stare wherever I please. I shamelessly allow my tongue a trip lower, past the bunched up T-shirt and to his nipple, which soon goes hard in my mouth. Every inch of him is mine to play with while he slumbers.
I can’t wait any more. With my heart beating ever faster, I shift back to slide my thumbs under his waistband and pull slowly, to avoid waking him up. I hold my breath when fabric rolls over his cock, and I leave his shorts half-way down his thighs, just enough for me to get the perfect view.
I force myself to pause, take him in, burn every detail into my memory. The way the veins run along the shaft, the pink flush at the tip, already leaking…
Hewantsthis.
So bad he’s dripping for me.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful, and I choke up, remembering that I wouldn’t have this if I hadn’t followed him home that night. Now he’s mine, clothes pushed aside to reveal supple flesh, and I kiss his nipple again before tracing the backs of my fingers down his shaft. I’m surprised to see how smooth he is down here. There’s a bit of regrowth, but he shaves his pubes. Even his sac feels irresistibly supple, almost as if he treats it with fancy skincare products.
With a soft sigh, my sleeping prince stretches, throwing one arm above his head, and the rapid motion makes his cock bob against his lower belly, unrestrained by clothing.
I nudge his cockhead with my own, because I can. It feels so dirty to then pull it away and watch the thin thread of pre-cum stretch between the tips.
I shift lower to lick it off his cock as my own twitches again and again. I’m delirious with arousal and yet cautious as I lap over his shaft. After all, I need to suck him in a way that doesn’t wake him up.
I’ve had many fantasies of doing this, but none of them can hold a candle to reality. Angel tastes so good, his cock is a mouthful, so stiff, hot, pulsing in my mouth as I slide my hands over his thighs. Inch by inch, my mouth watering, I bob my head at a snail’s pace.
I wish I could take him whole, to tighten my lips around the base and feel his balls cushion my chin, but my inexperience is a frustrating reality, so I keep moving at a languid pace, stroking the shaft with my tongue and sucking on it so very gently. After all, if he’s asleep, then this is for me. I don’t need to worry about being no good at it, just focus on how deliciously his cock throbs in my mouth.
I want him to come without ever waking up, then believe he’s had the most erotic of dreams.
Angel’s breath is getting raspier, faster, his muscles stiffen when he fights to keep in the noise. I squeeze his damp cock and explore, kissing his thighs, then rolling my tongue against his balls. His scent fogs my brain. Clean skin, warm cotton, and that underlying sweetness I’m intoxicated by.
His feet twitch in response, and I go very quiet, for a moment almost convinced this is real and he’s about to wake up to my face buried between his legs, but he only shifts, spreading his thighs a bit farther, like the dirty boy he is.
I exhale against his skin, drunk on this fantasy, ensnared in my own dream. Once more I seal my lips over the head of his cock as I reach for his nipple. I don’t dare pinch, that could wake him up, but I rub the hard flesh as I suck him greedily. He’s leaking the salty pre-cum onto my tongue, and I can’t get enough. I trace every vein, delight in every twitch. I want to drain his balls.
This is what I am, a dirty pervert stealing the innocence of the pretty angel. Even that excites me. I push my other hand under his ass cheek, and oh, what a fuckingpeach.
He gasps above me, but I’m so drunk on his flavor, I can no longer stop. And despite the ever-growing arousal, there’s something soothing in the rhythm of sucking. I squeeze his ass, imagining it covered in my cum, and as a hot flush passes through my body, I feel Angel twitch, and spunk shoots to the back of my throat. He shifts again, hips lifting off the bed, as if his body’s begging for more even while his face stays slack.
Greedy as I am, I swallow before the sudden eruption can make me choke, until nothing else can be milked out. Lightheaded, I pull back with a softpopwhen his cock leaves my mouth. Even that sounds too loud to my ears, but when I look up, Angel is catching deeper breaths, but he’s none the wiser about a stranger crawling into his bed and pleasuring him in his sleep.
A string of saliva connects my lips to the glistening head, and I watch with fascination until it breaks. Angel is beautiful like this. The prettiest filthy picture I can imagine. All he needs is a streak of cum across his flushed face. T-shirt pulled up, shorts lowered, all of his body for me to ogle.
My stomach is so knotted with arousal, I’m confused about how I want to come, because there are so many options, but I want to see more of him in detail, so I pull back, wary of the mattress dipping under me, and proceed to turn him over.
