Fruitbat

15. 15

15

Si

3:44 am

I stand in the doorframe, folding my upper body inside, scoping out his little crow’s nest at the peak of this building.

“It’s warm up here.” Or is it that makeout session lingering on my lips, or the steep climb up three flights, that has me on fire and gasping for air? I unzip the hoodie and hang it on a hook, next to the entrance.

Danny switches a lamp on, next to the bed, that’s just three or so steps away from the kitchenette along the far wall. The eclectic but organized space fills with a soft glow, enhancing the moonlight spilling in from two windows—or are they skylights?—on a slanted wall that huddles over the cozy attic .

I slip inside and close the door.

His body crashes into me, pushing my back against the entry. His mouth covers mine and I grasp at his shirt with my fists, dragging it up his back and peeling it over his head, interrupting our kiss for a split-second, before I wrench him back in.

His big arms knot around my waist and crush the breath from my lungs. My gasp floods his mouth and I catch his lip between my teeth.

His soft growl runs straight through me.

My hands grip his head and I can’t pull him in close enough. I crave him like a treat at the end of my meal. He tastes like buttery toast and his apartment smells like cinnamon.

My dick is raging to escape my jeans, rubbing against his belly. His cock is thick and solid, poking my thigh. I reach down and wrap my fingers under his bulge. It fills my palm and pulses against my wrist. My other hand explores the curves of his torso, teasing his nipple with my thumb on the way to scoop his jaw. He’s heating up like a bonfire and I’m a gooey marshmallow on a stick.

His hips roll and his hot breath blankets my chin.

I peck his cheek and slide my tongue up the salty sheen on the side of his face, absolutely feral with the need to taste every bit of him.

My fingers find the button of his pants, popping it free from its slit, I don’t hesitate to reach inside. He’s already slick as I stroke him .

His dense heat rises up my arm. I’m a red-hot ember, primed to pop.

His teeth are on my neck and his tongue traces my carotid from my clavicle to my ear. His lips pinch my lobe and his hum vibrates my flesh. A gentle seismic quake rattles my spine and floats out the top of my head..

The hair on his nape is soft and damp between my fingers, bracing the back of his head, begging him to lap me again.

Wish granted .

His silky tongue slides up my neck, again. And again.

He tears my shirt wide open, sending a button soaring to clink against a glass fish tank across the room. His face burrows in my chest and his scruff scritches my neck as his mouth climbs back toward my jaw with soft pinching pecks, taking a slow meandering path.

I raise my palm to my tongue and coat it generously with my spit, sampling the nutty glaze of him covering my skin, before reaching back into his pants and slathering his cock. It swells in my fingers and he breathily gasps in my ear.

“Does that feel good?” I whisper into his.

“Yes,” he heaves.

He fucks my hand with slow thrusts and cups my face in his, enveloping my mouth with his lips. I can feel rhythmic beats in his chest, thudding against me.

My free arm curls around his shoulders and his hands scale the sides of my torso, scooping under my ass and lifting my thighs, wrapping my legs around him. He carries me away from the door and lays me back on his bed .

I rise on my elbows and scoot closer to the center of the mattress, gazing up, to watch him lower his pants to the floor, kick away his shoes and step out of the puddled mass at his feet.

The warm lamp-glow paints the side of him amber, while the cool blue moonlight from the window behind me spotlights his rugged beauty.

I rush my shoes off with fumbling toes and let them fall to the floor.

His chest is two gorgeous mounds with brown peaks and a garden of dark hair clinging to his dampening skin, and trailing down his soft belly to his hard cock, aimed right at me, begging to be serviced.

I roll up on my knees and fold forward, taking him into my mouth, gripping his ass in both hands, hauling him in deep, opening my throat to accommodate his thickness. Every part of him is perfectly proportioned and fits me like a glove.

Danny’s fingers weave into my curls and his pads stroke my scalp as my tongue glides against his shaft. I roll my neck and shoulders, rocking back and forth on him.