Disclaimer: Bleach is Tite Kubo's work, not mine.
Chapter 8 - Resistance is to Temptation
My prey is on the floor, his hand close to his forehead and his position would let anyone know that he fainted. So the drugs did work, and I am pleased that I even smirk as I squat beside him, caressing his face that now resembled a child's.
Though he may have a good build that would add weight, my experiences allowed me to carry him like he's one-fourth his real weight, and I drop him on the bed.
His eyes slightly open, but it's only a reflex so I feel relieved as I start to unzip his hoodie, slowly as I could. He may be asleep, but I want to do this as perfectly as I could. He's a rare prize that must be really taken care of.
My lips kiss him for the second time, but this time without any drugs to slip into him. I pulled his third layer of clothing off him while I tasted the skin below his head.
To my astonishment, he tasted like the sweet fruit he was named after that I let myself chuckle. Oh, how ironic things can be. But I don't do pause what I'm doing, not even for a second.
My fingers run up his bare stomach, and I could feel the firm stomach and chest that I want to see right now but going too fast would just disappoint me in the end.
Lustfully, I ripped off his polo though I know it would make him get mad at me for ruining his clothes once he wakes up.
My breath ghosts at his neck and his collarbone, then once again my fingers run up the hem of the last his shirt and I tease him by pinching the buds on his chest that strangely got hard though he's unconscious.
When he makes a slight moan, I quickly pulled back while wondering why would he wake up right away. I fear the worst when his eyes almost opened, but they're just half-open and hazy like a dark cloud.
"Don't stop..." he muttered, like he's in another world and doesn't even know that he just said that.
I chuckled and realized that he's not awake but his body is responding to it with such passion that he wiggled around the bed like wanting for more. His lips parted to release shallow breaths, and I know what he wanted.
I complied to his desire by locking my lips with his, my tongue sweeping the bottom lip as my way of asking permission to enter. He allowed me, and I taste the insides of his mouth, leaving nothing licked by me.
Even he tastes like strawberries, and he doesn't just smell like them. His hands grab his own shirt before I could and he takes them off by himself, while lying down.
I don't know what's going on through his mind or the raging nerves in his body telling him to do that, but I don't go against it and I'm rather filled with glee.
Now that his chest is completely bare and mine to ravish, I lick one nipple and start to suck on them, and his back arched off the bed while a hand rubbed my head. It delighted me that he's a virgin, for I'll be his first.
I'm fine with it even if he would move and moan, for I know it's just in his sleep. His body's active but his mind's somewhere far. And it would be better that his body responds for I'd rather have that than feeling like I'm fucking a doll.
My tongue licked all around the pink buds, from one to the other. When I sucked on the right nipple, I pinched the left that got so hard but also tender. He winced but said no definite word, his head bobbing to the side while the grip on my hair grew tighter.
I almost laughed that he made such reactions though this is just the beginning. But I just went on with feeding on his chest before trailing my lips to his belly and probed my tongue down his navel, leaving no spot that's not licked.
The only time when I stop pleasuring his chest and his midriff with my mouth is when they're right below the pelvic area.
My conscience came back, and I wondered if this is the right thing to do. Why now when I already started? But when I unbutton the upper half of my shirt, I shove that conscience to the back of my head.
The pants were in the way, and I pulled them down but not completely, for I stopped at the ankle area. They could also serve as a bind should he move with his legs.
My nerves tingled with excitement, in sync with the pacing of my chest and my hands shook, getting impatient and they wanted to do their job already. His lips were already parted and glossy with a little pink, and his eyes opened a little then closed again.
Through the white underwear, I could tell that he's halfway to being completely hard that I licked my lips in my next meal. I nibble on the tip with only my lips, but later I gave in and added my teeth but I don't press them so hard as to not hurt him.
I'm sure that it gave him bolts of pleasure and shock, for his member got harder than before I could barely bend it.
I wanted to take off the last strip of cloth that's covering what would cost him his virginity, but maybe pleasuring him through clothes is not such a bad idea.
Softly, I flick my finger at the tip that started to drip something a little wet and slimy that it even went through the cotton, and placed the stained fingertip on my tongue. Below the hard tower, I saw two round sacs and I could feel the weight with just three fingers.
For a second, I encircle them around the area that I want to penetrate later, and it made him move while groaning softly. But that was it for now, and I focused more on his member. With a turtle's pace I take off the underwear and tore it off him with my bare hands.
Patience can be thick, it can be thin.
He was fully exposed, save for the pants that still remained on his ankles. I didn't engulf the hard flesh in my mouth yet, but I started to lick it from base to tip or the other way around.
I lubricated every part with saliva, and finally I took every part of it in my mouth. He made a few sharp gasps while his cheeks flushed to an intense shade of red, and his hands made a tight grip on the sheets that I could hear something rip.
I bob my head down, sucking once at what started to flow out the slit of his member and I went back down at a fast rate that he mewled and panted.
His legs wiggled left and right, and it seemed he wanted to spread his legs so I kicked away the jeans from his ankles and put one on each of my shoulders as I tasted him.
His member's kind of large that if he thrusts his hips up too much I might choke, so I did it carefully but not so slow nor so fast to surprise him too much.
He moaned and his hold on the sheets loosened, moving to my head where his fingers played with the spikes of my hair before taking another hold of it similar to what he did with the sheets. As soon as he started to breathe faster, I knew his climax is nearing.
To my surprise, he came too quickly than what I'd expected even though he didn't let out a cry which would be my signal. All of his load shot into my mouth, and if I was inexperienced in this field I would have coughed.
But it's similar to a woman, and it only has a little change in form so I swallowed most of it and I transferred the remainder to his mouth.
It would be interesting to see how he would react at tasting himself, and he hummed softly with that hint of enjoying the meal. I hummed in return and we kissed so sloppily that the skin around our lips have gone wet with drool.
All what connected our mouths together was a thin line of saliva when I broke the kiss, and sent a few more light kisses on his chest before moving back to the hips. I caressed the hipbones, and slid my hand to the firm butt that laid flat on the bed.
The muscles were firm that it felt like meat and I moved my hand out to check his entrance. It's small, that it's tight that the space is almost to that of a dot. "I wonder if there's some lube here somewhere."
I stopped for a moment, taking it also as a change to let him relax. I grabbed the small container from the rusty drawer, and heavily coated my fingers.
Once again, I massage the entrance to ease him a little before pushing one finger in. It was already as tight as I expected, for I could feel the muscles contract violently. He almost cried and breathed harshly, then they reduced to pained moans.
The muscles began to loosen a little as I circled the finger inside, massaging the insides. "Ahh... uhnn... hahh... hiii..." he sounded entirely different from when he was still conscious, when he sounded like a man full of barriers.
Now, all his defenses dropped, leaving him vulnerable for any attack, even this kind of attack. When I added the second finger, I scissored both the digits inside to widen the muscles.
The noises he made were so seductive, that I impatiently joined the third with the other two and he almost cried after briefly screaming from pain and pleasure. I did everything to prepare him, and he gradually calmed down again.
While kissing the tip of his member that was just limp a while ago after releasing so much, I withdrew all three and he whined a little while subconsciously reaching down to touch himself. I don't let him, not yet, as I prepared my solid erection against his entrance.
He immediately felt it and flinched, and to distract him I smashed our lips together in such a deep kiss before slowly making my way in, tight heat enveloping me that I gritted my teeth from how tight it is no matter how much I prepared him.
Guilt made my heart bitter for a moment when I moved back and forth in him, but the sounds of his loud moans and cries of his euphoria drowned out the conscience that wanted to speak up again.
= To be continued =
A/N: I skipped on the lemon, I know. But I want it to be when they finally agree; not when it's a partial rape. But at least I presented you one-half of it. Oh... things will go a little on the dark side after that but I still haven't prepared for next chapter yet. DX
And I would want a little advice, how do you get so much reviews? I just got the feeling that I'm being neglected lately.