Chapter Five

~Elias~

Before thinking twice, I knelt. Yeah, I could no longer ignore that I was attracted to Lucien sexually. It was quite crazy since we met just a couple of hours ago.

At that moment, nothing ran through my head then I wanted him to have a release even though my cock was throbbing to be freed too.

I unbuckled his belt—-and stared up at him and he was looking at me. His hand held my blond hair tightly. I lowered my head back to the budget and drew his pants down.

My mouth opened widely as his cock flashed in my eyes, the tip touching my lips.

“Fuck…”

He hissed underneath his breath but that wasn’t my concern.

“Lucien—you don’t wear underwear?”

A low chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled my head up to look at him.

“You are so innocent, sweet boy.”

I pressed my lips into a thin line before I took a good look at his cock. It was—thick and long. My eyes blinked profusely to be sure I was seeing right. It looked like vampires had more privileges than humans.

My sweaty palm grabbed his cock and his groan sounded in the room that made my chest puffed with pride. It was deep and sexy. I took my time to admire the skin of his cock and how huge it was when I heard his voice.

It was tight and forced as if he was struggling. “Elias—I might die from anticipation.”

My lips curled into a tiny smile before I finally opened my mouth and took his cock in.

It was warm.

I raised my head to look at him. Lucien threw his head backward as his hands tightened against my hair, making it throbbed but I wasn’t complaining.

I wrapped my tiny hand around his cock and shoved it up and down in my mouth. My eyes watering at the action—it was too deep in my throat but it aroused me the more.

I sucked and licked the tip like it was a stick sweet, flickering my tongue around.

“Elias—-Fuck.” He groaned.

My tongue swirled and teased, my saliva coating Lucien’s cock in a slick sheen that made every movement smoother, intoxicating.

I bobbed my head with a rhythm that was both desperate and deliberate, my throat relaxing to take Lucien deeper with each stroke.

The sound of wet flesh against wet flesh filled the room. Lucien’s hands pulled me closer, guiding me as if to ensure there was no escape.

“Fuck….Elias.” Lucien groaned, his voice hoarse and ragged. “You are going to make me lose it.”

“More,” he commanded, his voice barely a whisper. “I need more.”

I  obeyed without hesitation, my mouth moving faster, my tongue flicking at the sensitive underside of Lucien’s cock with precision. I stretched my hands to cup Lucien’s balls, massaging them gently.

My thumbs brushed against the sensitive skin as I continued to suck and swallow. Lucien’s hips began to move involuntarily, thrusting into my mouth, seeking the friction that only I could provide. I took it all, my lips stretching to accommodate Lucien’s girth, my throat opening to welcome him deeper.

The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure—Lucien’s ragged breaths, my wet, eager noises, the slap of skin against skin.

Lucien’s hands tightened in my hair, his fingers twisting as he fought to maintain control.

My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation, every muscle coiled tight with anticipation but I knew deep within me that I didn’t want anything. Yet.

“Elias,” Lucien warned, his voice breaking. “I’m close.”

It felt like a new power surged in me because I didn’t slow down. If anything, I intensified my efforts, my mouth moved with a feverish urgency, my tongue tracing patterns that drove Lucien wild.

He moaned loudly, his hips snapping forward as he chased his release, his cock throbbing in my mouth.

I swallowed around him, my throat muscles contracting in a way that sent Lucien over the edge.

“Fuck—” Lucien’s voice was cut off by a sharp cry as he came, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. His cum shot down my throat in hot, pulsing jets, each one wringing a deep groan from his chest.

I drank it all, my lips sealed tightly around Lucien’s cock, my tongue milking every last drop. I didn’t stop until Lucien was spent, his body going limp, his hands sliding out of my hair to rest on his shoulders.

I felt lightheaded, unsteady and overwhelmed by what I had just done. By what I had let myself feel.

Lucien exhaled, his hand moving to cup my cheek.

“Do you want my help, Elias?” He asked as his eyes traveled to my cock threatening to be treated.

I shook my head, I didn’t want anything even though I knew I was going to suffer it.

“No, Lucien. I will—be fine.”

He nodded obediently like he didn’t want to force me.

“You are blushing,” he murmured, almost amused. His thumb brushed over my flushed skin. “Was that your first time?”

I stiffened.

Lucien’s smirk faltered. His gaze sharpened. “Elias?”

I hesitated. The truth was heavy on my tongue, but I couldn’t say it.

Lucien’s fingers twitched against my skin. For a moment, something unreadable flickered through his eyes.

And then just as quickly, it was gone.

He let out a quiet scoff, his hand falling away from my face.

“I see, you were too good for a first time.” His voice was unreadable but there was a tightness to it.

Before I could say anything, before I could even process the shift in his mood. Lucien turned.

And in a blink of an eye. He was gone.

The window rattled from the force of his departure, the cold night air rushing in, making me shiver.

I was left alone.

I stared at the space where he had just been, my heartbeat unsteady and my mind was a mess of tangled emotions.

I pressed my fingers against my lips, they tingled with pain.

Lucien had left abruptly like I was trash that didn’t matter after a make-out.

My eyes welled up with tears…..