Red lights

chapter six

the sloppy kiss didn't stay sloppy at all
It didn't take a lot of time for George to wrap his legs around my waist and pull my crotch closer to his'.

I sent a hushed moan into the brunettes mouth as he rubbed against the fabric of my pants, sending pleasure up my body

While my right hand was touching the floor for stabilisation, my right one slided down George's side.

George mewled softly and tightened his arms and legs around me, trying to get me even closer

When I hardly pressed my lower body onto his and bit into his lip, a sharp moan followed by a pathetic whimper escaped the softness of George's mouth.

My lips disconnected from his to provide my body with oxygen, but after only a few seconds I could find them moving down the brunettes throat.
Even my tongue found its way out again and embraced the saltiness of George's skin

His chest moved up and down quickly, letting the air,  his short breaths brought, into his lungs before driving it out again

My thumb was circling George's bellybutton previous to wandering even further downwards, missing his hard erection and massaging his inner thighs.

Slowly I bit into his exposed neck, leaving more than just saliva and dark purple spots.

„Dream" he cried out
I didn't stop.
I continued to take over his throat until there was barely any spot in the colour of his skin.
I pulled away to take a look at my piece of art

There really was almost no spot left in that pale color and I ran my fingers around the art I've created

George's hand quickly stopped my movements, when he placed it on top, tightening my grip around his abused throat

I smiled
„so this is what you like?" I growled deeply to the brunette, before securing my grip even more, blocking his trachea and leaving a moaning mess and twisted eyes under me
I pressed my knee against his cock and turned that mess of a boy into an even deeper one.

I loosened my grip around George's throat again and slid my palm down to this chest, where it explored everything underneath that black nothing he wore

Georges nails harmed the skin on my back, as I twisted his hard nipples with my fingers

„can I take it off?" I asked George
„yes you can" he answered  out of breath and I pulled that bra type of shirt off of him, exposing the skin, my hands were playing with.

I moved downwards a little before it were my lips that traveled all over his torso, leaving no part unexplored and adding a few more hickeys.

The back of the smaller was arched painfully as I bit into his sides and massaged his thigh with my hands

When my shoulders were at the same height with his butt I took his legs and placed them on my shoulders.

I used that newfound freedom to lick against his dick, that was still covered by two thin layers of clothing.

By now George was a moaning and whimpering mess and who would've blamed him with my hands kneading his well shaped butt and my lips on his crotch?

I looked up to him and I could see the tears and pleasure on his face as well as the blushed cheeks and saliva on his chin.

If I could, I'd never look away. This beautiful mess I created was the most satisfying thing to look at and I swallowed hardly

When George noticed the stopping of my movements he looked down to me and our eyes connected
„don't stop" he plead softly
„don't worry baby, I won't"