Free Web NovelChapter 41: _Come for Me, Ambrose
(More Smut Ahead!)
It was Ambrose’s turn to go down on Devon. To be vulnerable enough with someone to suck—
[Hon, it’s sucking dick. Not poetry. You’ll be alright.] Aura sounded cynical.
’Shut it.’ he hissed mentally as Devon unfastened the belt around his wrists. That gave him the chance to wrap a hand around the Esper’s length.
It was so full that his palm barely covered it. So veiny that he wanted to trace every individual vein just to see Devon jerk from the stimuli. So thick that it felt like it could wreck his throat if he dared take it in.
But he wanted to.
Fucking hell, he really did.
Just as he was about to lean closer, Devon did the honours for him. The S-Rank’s fingers tangled the back of Ambrose’s lush blonde hair, guiding his mouth to the pink cap of his dick.
Pre cum slicked out in a string connected to Ambrose’s thumb. His heart raced. A couple of times, his eyes travelled to Orion’s bedroom door.
They should probably take this to Ambrose’s bedroom instead.
Unable to ignore it anymore, he raised his head, eyes fixed on Devon’s face. "Not here."
The latter’s brows furrowed. "Hmm?"
"Bedroom." Ambrose mouthed, head bobbing toward the door. "Orion could step out any second and—"
Devon needed no further explanations.
He reached down, dragging up his pants. Then he picked Ambrose off the couch in a princess carry before the Guide knew what was happening.
"W–Whoa..." Ambrose hurriedly swung an arm around his neck for balance. "What the—?"
Within seconds, Devon had taken them to Ambrose’s bedroom, opening the door with ease before shutting it with a gentle kick. He locked it, effortlessly taking the Guide to his own bed.
Ambrose landed on the soft bedsheets with a huff, his pants and underwear still pooled around his knees. His shirt clung lazily to his body but he quickly took it off, flinging it aside.
Devon watched with predatory eyes as he unbuttoned his suit and shirt in turn.
The Guide’s jaw dropped, saliva falling down his throat at the figure of sculpted perfection before him. He’d seen Devon shirtless after that one system daily quest.
But this was different. So freaking different.
"Enough distractions," Devon caught his chin, keeping it in place as his other hand brought down his pants again. "Suck."
There was something about that baritone that made Ambrose feel like he could make him bark if he wanted to. The eye candy and throbbing nine-inch goodness were a plus.
Without hesitating this time, Ambrose’s fingers wrapped around Devon’s warm shaft. He kneaded leisurely, looking into his eyes as he teasingly flicked out his tongue.
Then he licked the tip. Just a little bit. Yet enough to make tremors surge through every nerve ending the Esper had.
"Hnmph..." Devon’s fists tightened around his chin as he rocked his hips. His cock drove into Ambrose’s mouth slowly. Inch by inch.
Only halfway in, Ambrose’s eyes stung with tears as he struggled to keep his teeth away from the skin.
Devon either didn’t notice his war for breath or enjoyed seeing him like that—because the man proceeded to leave his chin and grab his hair. He forced Ambrose to take in more of him, moaning as his head whipped back.
Ambrose moved his hand back and forth alongside his fingers, getting the hang of the size soon enough. After probably almost seeing the light once or twice.
Simultaneously, Devon found his nipples with his free hand, fingers circling them one by one. A moan broke out of Ambrose as well but it came out distorted.
Soon, the Guide grabbed Devon’s waist with his other hand, taking back control of how much of him he took at once.
This went on for a while until the corners of Ambrose’s mouth were sore. He pulled the Esper’s length out, gagging and rasping. "That... I can’t—"
He didn’t get to finish as Devon grabbed underneath his armpit, lifting him off the bed. He then spun Ambrose around, shoving him onto the bed.
Ambrose landed on all fours this time, gasping as Devon grabbed his ass cheeks without warning.
"Hey—wait a second..." he glanced back over his shoulder, watching as Devon lowered his face to his butthole. "I... I don’t know if I’m ready. Can’t we just—"
Devon’s thumbs gripped his ass before parting his cheeks wide. He sniffed once, taking Ambrose by surprise.
Has the Esper always been this freaky or was the permanent link messing up his psyche now?
Well... no time to ponder...
"Argh..." Ambrose jerked, his head falling to the bed as Devon buried his face between his ass. "D–Devon... argh, fuck—"
The S-Rank’s tongue slid in and out of his crack at first before diving in fully, rolling around and hitting his walls in ways he’s never experienced in any lifetime.
[Devon’s attraction points crossed 60%!]
Wait—
—What?
He’s not been keeping up all this time, so he didn’t know how much of a jump their extracurricular activities brought.
’Nothing a little rimjob can’t... solve...’ he held back a laugh when the movements Devon’s tongue made became ticklish.
So he kept his face buried on the bed sheets, grunting and fighting the urge to reach back. At one point Devon pulled his head away only to shoot out a large load of spit on his hole.
He then rubbed the edges of his hole with his fingers, pushing in just enough to make Ambrose crave the real thing.
[Devon’s attraction points at 65%!]
"F–Fuck..." Devon grabbed Ambrose’s dick, stroking it as he stuck his tongue into him again. "You taste perfect."
Ambrose’s face reddened brighter than a tomato.
The build-up. The path of no return.
He was close again.
And this time he didn’t want it held back.
"I’m... I’m coming..." he warned. "God, I’m close."
"Good." Devon’s strokes intensified as he brought his face away from his ass. "Come for me, Ambrose."
That voice reverberating through the room was the final trigger.
Ambrose whimpered, biting the bed sheets as a string of cum exploded out of him. White-hot and thick, his body spasming with each pulse.
He shivered, managing to raise his head when a system notification screen flickered in front of him. Bloody hell... really? Right in the middle of an orgasm?
[NEW MISSION ALERT!]
[OPTIONAL MISSION: Push Devon’s attraction points to 100% during the current intimacy moment.]
[REWARD: Aside from a copy of his Esper abilities, you also get an instant fire resistance skill and +5 points added to your stamina.]
[PENALTY: None. As stated, the mission is optional.]
Ambrose’s eyes widened.
An optional mission?
With so many good perks... fire resistance...
More stamina...
No penalties?
It felt almost too good to be true.
But then again. Knowing Aura... it probably was. Getting those numbers to one hundred in this moment didn’t sound so easy when he recalled how long it had taken just to cross sixty per cent.
His fists clenched.
Fuck it.
"I accept the mission..."
