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Puppy eyes.
You didn’t know he could do that, but Felix gave you puppy eyes. Big and round and sweet, accompanied by a beautiful little pout. “Please?”, he said, voice deep and velvety, contrasting the innocent look on his face. It was too hard to resist him. How could you say no to that face? Those eyes?
But then again, he had asked to see your tits. “I bet they’re so pretty”, he said, “I just wanna take one look, please?” You sighed, cheeks flushed, but didn’t decline just yet. You might not decline at all, considering that you’ve been *dying* to take things to the next level with him.
You couldn’t even remember how you got to this point, sitting on his bed, his eyes hungrily scanning every inch of your body. You’d talked about outfits and then bodies and then he’d asked you. About your tits.
Sure, the two of you had always been a bit vague with the boundaries. People tended to assume you were a couple all the time, and neither of you minded. You just didn’t put a label on it.
Still, seeing each other naked was not something that’s been on the table. Not yet, anyways. “I don’t know, Lixie”, you said, “I’d have to take my whole dress off.” His eyes got even bigger. “I’ll take my shirt off?”, he offered.
You giggled. He was so eager. “I see you shirtless all the time”, you countered, because you did. He was comfortable around you and his shirt went missing as soon as he was *too hot* or *it felt weird on his skin* or whatever other excuse he could find. You knew he did it on purpose.
You didn’t complain.
“Pants then?”, he asked, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Hmm, I don’t know, Lixie. I’ve also seen you in your underwear before.” He didn’t even wait a beat. “I can take those off, too!” You chuckled. He was almost desperate to see your tits. It was kind of endearing - and hot.
The thought that he was willing to strip naked for you, just so he could see your tits? Not even to touch them, just to get a look? It went straight to your core. You smirked at him. “Very well then, baby”, you said, earning a sunshine smile from him. “Really?” You nodded. “Yes, really.”
Never before had you seen a man undress this fast. Felix slipped off the bed and removed his shirt in a flash, pants following right after. You were already trying hard not to drool over his perfect body, but then he dropped his boxers - and *damn*. You hadn’t seen that coming.
Felix was hard, despite the fact that nothing had really happened yet, but there he was. Thick and throbbing, looking like a damn masterpiece, making you clench your empty cunt around nothing as you tried hard to keep your composure. “Such a good boy”, you said and to your surprise it got a fucking *whine* out of him.
You couldn’t help but stare at his dick. You’d seen other dicks before, but never one that looked so *pretty*. He noticed. Of course, he noticed. You weren’t being subtle about it. “You like it?”, he asked, sounding way too innocent. His cheeks were flushed as he let you take in the vision.
He clearly enjoyed being looked at by you, his cock visibly throbbing now. “I do”, you said, “I really like it.” Felix beamed at that, proud and giddy - and still very much staring at your cleavage. “Right, right”, you said. getting off the bed yourself, “a deal is a deal.”
Slowly, you pulled on the strap that held your dress together. It fell open just a bit, giving you the chance to take your time with sliding it off your shoulders.
Felix stared. He marvelled at you, eyes big and greedy, as he watched the soft fabric slide off your body, leaving you in the little lace number you’d decided to put on that morning. Totally not on purpose or anything.
“Fuck”, he gasped when you dropped your bra as well, fingers twitching at his sides, but he kept them right there. “You’re so pretty”, he whispered, visibly awestruck. You gave him a soft smile. “Llike what you see, Lixie?” He nodded frantically.
“Wanna touch”, he said, but you shook your head. “No touching, baby”, you said, earning a pout. Your heart clenched the tiniest bit, but you already had plans to make the pout disappear.
“How about I touch you instead, hm?” His eyes shot up to meet yours. “Touch me?”, he asked, “Are…are you sure?” You nodded, taking a step towards him. “Would you like that?” “Yeah-yes…yes I…please touch me”, he stammered, clearly a bit overwhelmed with the sudden option of having your hands on him.
“Then be good for me, Lixie, and lie down.” He obeyed without hesitation, lying down on his bed, hard length throbbing against his belly. You positioned yourself between his legs, gently pushing them apart to make space, and leaned down to press a kiss do his v-line. “You look so pretty like this”, you hummed against his skin.
Felix jolted, a deep groan escaping his pretty lips, when you wrapped your hands around the base of his cock. “Damn, Lixie”, you said, “you’re so hard! All that for me?” He opened his mouth to answer, but as your hand slowly travelled up his length, fingers running over his tip, and all he could do was moan.
“You sound so good, baby”, you praised him, “keep it up.” You set a slow but steady rhythm, pumping his dick steadily as you watched his face contort in the prettiest way. The moans and whimpers and gasps you pulled from him were more rewarding than you’d expected. He was so *vocal* about his pleasure and it all went straight to your cunt.
“More”, he groaned, “need more…please…” You chuckled. “More, huh?”, you chuckled, “Want me to suck you off? Want my lips on your pretty cock?” He nodded frantically, eyes back on you, big and pleading. “Please, Y/Nnie”, he whined, “I’ll be…ngh…so good…promise.”
You smiled self-satisfied. “Only because you begged so nicely”, you said, running your thumb over his tip once more. “AH…fuck..”, he gasped. “Such a good boy for me”, you hummed, and then your lips wrapped around his length. He tasted delicious, like salt and summer and sin.
For a while, you kept the pace slow, licking long stripes up his cock, leaving kisses on his tip, hands lazily playing with his balls. You could tell by the noises he made that he wanted more, *needed* more. But he didn’t say, didn’t beg again. Not yet anyways.
So you sped up, rewarding his restraint. You took as much of him as you could, tip touching the back of your throat until you almost gagged. “Holy shit…fuck…so good…”, he moaned, sounding like heaven to your ears. Satisfied, you hummed against him, earning another sinful sound. Making him fall apart was even more fun than you’d imagined.
“Fuck, baby”, he gasped eventually, “…ah…so close Y/N…please…wanna cum…please” He sounded delicious, and every little noise he made sending waves of pleasure through you. With a pop you let go of his dick, wrapping your hand around it again to continue pumping. “Aw, does my good boy want to finish?”, you asked. He nodded frantically. “Yes…yes…need to cum…please”, he rambled.
“Can you look at me, baby?”, you asked, continuing jerking him off at a frantic pace. It amused you to see how much effort it took him just to look at you*.* But he did, dark eyes locked to yours. “Good boy”, you praised, “want your eyes on me when you cum, okay? Can you do that.” With some effort, he managed to nod.
“Very well then, baby, you can cum. Make a mess for me my pretty boy.” And he did, hot cum shooting out the moment you gave him permission, accompanied by the filthiest sound you had ever heard him make. You didn’t care that he covered your hand and your chest in sticky white strings, didn’t care that your own cunt felt painfully empty by now. Seeing him unravel like this for you was a true gift.
In that moment you decided you wouldn’t be able stop here. No, you weren’t nearly done with him. You wanted him panting and gasping beneath you, wanted him ruining your cunt, wanted him pounding into you as he begged you to come for him. You wanted his hands all over you, wanted him to fuck you until you forgot your own name. Now, that the line had been crossed, you knew it would be a long night.
One neither of you would ever forget.