Don't Come Back For Me

*...Can Take You Most of The Way (P2)*

       "Who said I was playing?"

        You pressed a hand firmly to Rick, finally making him look down at you. You rubbed him lightly and he jumped. "Don't play li-like that, (Y/N)." 

       You rolled your eyes and undid his belt, "I'm not playing. I did it, I'll take care of it." Rick's eyes were wide as the sound of his zipper lowering slowly resonated through the currently empty house. You gave a light, airy laugh when you saw the tent you pitched in his boxers. "I better be the only person that can do that," you stared up at Rick before giggling. He nodded his head quickly, "You are. Trust me, you f-fucking are." He swallowed audibly and gasped when you palmed him again. He pressed harder against your hand and you took that as a sign that he was fine with you continuing.

       You pulled your hand away and pulled his boxers lower, allowing his hard member to spring out. Your eyes went wide as your dream parameters had definitely been confirmed. He was definitely, highly noticeably, different from any other partner you'd been with. "Well, damn." Rick chuckled breathily as he twitched, the sound stopping abruptly as you wrapped your fingers gently around him.

       He let out soft sounds of enjoyment as you lightly ran your hand up and down the full length, getting accustomed to the feel of him in your palm. You began stroking faster, rotating your wrist as you worked him. As he let out breathy curses, his hands reaching over his head and clutching the back of the couch, you moved your hand to his base as you moved forward.

       "Ah~ Sh-Shi- Fuck." Rick's voice was soft, his words floating through the room as you ran your tongue over his tip, lightly tonguing the slit. You took him in slowly, enjoying the mews of attention Rick let out. It was funny, really, as you had pictured him as either the silent or stern lover, not one to let out such sounds willingly. But, then again, he had admitted to behaving differently when you were near.

       As you slowly took in more, the sheer size sending a tremor throughout your body, you were absolutely thrilled to be able to call him yours, to treat him in such a way. He was yours to tease and please. 

       Finally, only slightly straining yourself, you found your nose tickled by the coarse hairs at his base, significantly proud of yourself for having made it this far. It was a prize, in a sense, to be won by you. You began bobbing your head, avoiding making any atrocious slurping sounds as you found that many hated it. Really, it was unattractive to you and most people you had encountered. 

       You flattened your tongue, something that seemed to please Rick as he released a heavy, surprising, moan. This amused you as you continued to suck him off, relishing in the sounds coming from him. 

        It didn't come as a surprise when he finished rather quickly. You'd worked him up so much getting the glitter off of him, you were surprised Rick lasted even this long. Very quickly, he gripped the back of the couch so hard his knuckles turned a pasty white as he arched his back off the couch with a guttural moan, pressing himself further down your throat as he came harshly. You continued to bob your head, helping him come down as he finally fell back onto the couch, breathing heavily as you pulled off of him. You swallowed heavily, any residuals residing in your mouth being taken in quickly as you wiped the drool from around your mouth with the back of your hand. 

       "I told you I wasn't playing," you stated with a childish giggle. Rick slowly nodded his head, silently agreeing with you.

       As you heard the front door knob rattle, Rick hastily tucked himself away, redoing his pants and belt quickly. You shot up from the floor and sat next to him, leaning your head against his shoulder. You could faintly hear his heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat as you both tuned back into the movie once Rick unpaused it. You threw a blanket over yourself quickly. If anybody were to ask if that had excited you, there was no way you could honestly deny it. Rick released a low laugh as Beth wandered into the room. You lightly smacked his chest and tuned back in, your necklace sitting on the end table nearby.

       "What have you two been up to?" Beth questioned, walking through and collecting your soda cans. "Not much," you shrugged. "Just watching movies." You gestured to the tv, jumping lightly when Rick grabbed your ass beneath the blanket. Beth smiled warmly at you, "It's so nice to see you two enjoy your time together." 

       You chuckled, "That we do." Beth wandered out of the room and you hit Rick in the arm, scolding him, "That was uncalled for, dear sir." Rick smiled down at you, "Nothin' you can do about it."

       You yawned, "Nope, you right. But I'ma get ready for bed." Rick moved to speak but you stopped him, "If you say one thing, my happy ass is going home." Rick quickly shut his mouth and you laughed, walking off to prepare for bed.

       Once you'd gone through your normal evening routine and changed into your pajama bottoms, you walked down the hall, finding Rick's light on and his door open. You wandered in to find him already in his pajama bottoms as you set your phone on his nightstand. He smiled up at you as he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He stood, "I'll get the lights on my way back."

       As he wandered to the bathroom, you laid on his bed, finding sleep coming quickly. As you were teetering on the edge, you heard a soft chuckle as the door shut and the light switch was flicked. The weight of the bed shifted and you were pulled over to Rick, smiling sleepily before you were consumed by fatigue.