Hunger Point | Phan

Chapter Twenty-three: Captured

He connected our lips, mine immediately melting into his. His hands ran up and down my thighs, causing goosebumps to rise along my skin. Our tongues collided, our spit mixing (it honestly doesn't feel as gross as it sounds), my hands twining at the base of his neck. He gently pushed me back on the couch, the back of my head hitting leather, while he reached for the remote to turn the tv up, just loud enough to drown out the two of us.

        I don't know what overcame Phil, but when he looked down at me, he totally changed. And, oh, I loved it.

He climbed back on top of me, making sure his hips knocked against mine as he did so. He grinned at me before connecting our lips. There's really no way to describe the kiss in the that moment, there were so many emotions there: passion, love, lust, yearning, impatience, dissappointment--dissappointed that this wasn't us going all the way--excitement for when we did. It was a firecracker, in the moments before it popped, a supernova before it burned out, but then he pulled away, and the firecracker cracked and the supernova fizzled out, leaving me reeling. He bit my lip, tuggingon it, clearing my foggy mind. That's when I noticed a tightness. I couldn't quite tell where it was coming from until Phil accidentally brushed against me. My bulge was rubbing uncomfortably against my briefs, stirring up even more impatience within me. "Bloody fuck, Phil," I mumbled against his lips, gripping his shirt between my fingers. "Help me out, would you?" I demanded and he smirked, pulling away softly, pecking my lips quickly. "I thought you'd never ask." He murmured, slinking back until he was out of my view.

        He pulled my pajama pants--which reminded me we hadn't even started the day yet--down delicately as I sucked my lip between my teeth, the anticipation slicing me to shreds. Then, the fucking tease, rubbed me through my briefs, causing my teeth to dig into the thin skin on my lips, blood pooling underneath my tongue. "Phil, please," I begged, groaning low in my throat. He responded by squeezing me. "Phil, I swear to Go--OH FREAKING FUCK!" I shouted as he blew on my prominent hard-on. He chuckled at my reaction, finally finally finally pulling my underwear down around my ankles. I glanced down at him but he purposely avoided eye contact.

        My eyes rolled backwards as his lips found my tip, and It took everything in me not to shout out at the pleasure gliding across my skin like an electric current. If this was what being electricuted feels like, I'd shove knives in outlets all day long. "Shitshitshit," I murmured as he took more of me in his mouth, my hips bucking up in pleasure, causing my tip to hit the back of his throat, resulting in me moaning low in my throat. Suddenly, he reached up and grabbed my hands, lacing them through his hair. I smirked, trying not to let out a noise that would probably sound like a dying animal. I obviously was gifted with one of Phil's kinks...

"Phil," I groaned as he twirled his tongue around me, hands working the skin of my thighs, making the pleasure even more intense. I ran my fingers through his hair, loving how when I tugged on it he would falter for a second before continuing. But then I neared my climax drastically and couldn't focus on that as I gripped at locks of his hair (possibly being too rough), trying, though failing, to stop my hips from thrusting deeper into his mouth. He gagged, shooting me into the sky, my peak being hit.

        The whole fucking experience was perfect but exhausted me due to not eating for fifteen days, causing me to pass out shortly after.

When I woke up, nearly falling off the couch and fully clothed, Phil was nowhere in sight. Keaton was on the loveseat to the left of me, watching cartoons. "Hey, where's Phil?" I asked, my voice groggy and a bit raw. "He poofed." Keaton said, shrugging, not showing me much interest at all. I lifted a brow, inquiring, "Uh...what?" He left?"

        Keaton nodded, looking at me. "Like a hour ago." He said, and I wanted to laugh at the way he talked but couldn't because of the sinking in my stomach.