Fruity

VII

Oof, a poorly written smut ahead:

I had to stop and take a deep breath when he called me baby boy. The words ringing over and over in my head as he got off the couch and started walking up the stairs.

"You coming or not?" He asked as I looked at him standing at the top step with his hands in his pockets.

"Oh I'll definitely be cuming later." I smirked as he rolled his eyes and walked into his room.

I raced up the stairs after him and ran to the doorway of his room. I leaned on the wall next to it as I looked in his direction. He was sprawled out on his queen bed.

"You know, if you don't like this, you'll have the memory of fucking me in your room." I told him.

"I'd love to remember that every time I come into this room."

He sat up on his bed and patted the empty spot next to him and I started to walk over. "Wait, go back to the doorway." He said and I stood in the same spot confused. "W-Why?" I stuttered.

"I remember a bet we made..." "oh shit." "Someone, cough cough, you, never fulfilled your part of the bet." He said with the sexiest smirk I've ever seen. "So, you'll do it now... strip."

"Really?" I asked and he just shrugged. "You said you wanted to be sexy. So, strip for daddy, baby boy."

I gulped... who can say no to that?

I began to pull off my shirt when Jeromy stood up and walked to me.

"Look at that." He said as his fingers grazed the hickies he left on my body. "I'm a fucking artist." He smiled as he jumped back onto his bed.

I stood there awkwardly, his eyes shimmering as he looked me up and down. "Pants." He bluntly stated.

"I don't want to take them off." I said and he sat up about to say something. "I want you to take them off for me." I said as I walked closer to him.

Unlike I thought he would, he didn't assert dominance and demand I remove them myself. He just sat on the bed and watched me walk over to him with an unreadable look on his face.

I straddled him and started kissing his neck when he grasped my shoulders and flipped up over so he could be on top.

He kissed my neck repeatedly and occasionally bit the skin lightly, making my breath hitch. I felt him fidgeting with my pants button and zipper before I felt the jeans I had on be pulled to my knees, the cool air hitting my now bare thighs

He stopped kissing me and proceeded to pull my pants all the way off, leaving me in my underwear.

"I've seen this a thousand times before..." he started, "but now, seeing it like this, makes me want you so god damn bad."

He looked me in the eyes, the blush on my cheeks making his smirk grow wider. "Oh, baby boy, you're gonna love this." He said as his head moved farther and farther down. Then, instead of stopping where I thought he would, he stopped at my knees and licked all the way up my thigh making my body shudder. He moved back down and left light kisses growing harder as he moved up. He started sucking, leaving not so noticeable marks on the inside of my thighs that would soon be purple.

He kept doing what he was doing until a moan left my mouth and he paused. "Holy shit..." he started "That was fucking sexy."

A smirk played on his lips, "I'm happy to know it was me who caused it." He said before he kissed his way back up to my face, leaving light kisses on my lips, his hands resting on my waist.