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“We don’t gotta to do this if ya’ really don’t want to, I-I mean it.”
His voice was an octave deeper than it tended to be, instead filled to the brim with nothing but love and need for you. Your name tumbled off his lips with such nervousness, almost quivering that you would let him commit such a sensual act with you. After all you had just met a couple of days ago, but it almost felt as if your souls were stitched together since the start.
The connection had been evident, from the first conversation to the very first kiss.
You placed your hands on his chest at his hesitance, tingling fingers slowly trailing down his pecs to his abs. His chest heaved in response, deep inhales and exhales quickened as you neared closer and closer to the hem of his pants.
After all, it had been weeks since Ellis has had a proper day to take care of himself. Almost every sensation felt multiplied by his lack of release, and the feeling grew increasingly unbearable after you had joined their group.
The constant strain against his pants and unavoidable nasty thoughts almost drove him mad, but he wouldn’t want you to see him as a big pervert. He own body was betraying him.
“I’ve never felt more sure of anything in my life, Ellis.” You had smiled at the man. Not that he could see your own needy eyes and flushed expression in the darkness of the confined closet, but he could imagine the grin on your face.
His breath hitched as you suddenly lapped at his neck in the darkness. Leaving trails of spit lathered on his neck, sucking and nipping at the soft succulent skin of his jugular. Ellis’s body shuddered under your fingertips, a deep exhale heaved out of him as he’d held back a delectable groan. The only hint at the noise was a whine that just barely slipped past his lips. But the sound seemed to be squeezed out of him through each of your intimate movements.
You were aware of his attraction since the very start. The increasing stares and friendly gestures toward you. His voice tended to stutter and quiver if you focused attention onto the man for long. How he seemed to whisper to the group for guidance and encouragement, it was extremely obvious though. But, he seemed to ask his suited friend the most questions, not that it was ever met with meaningful advice. Ever.
“Hey Nick, how do I look?”
“Nick, I don’t need that kinda’ pressure man!”
“Man, I dunno. With the hat or without it-?”
The way his bruised face heated up, and soft cheeks burst into a bright pink. He’d tipped his hat just a little further down, god he was adorable. Leaning into him after some time, he would melt into your very being. His nervous hands came to wrap around your figure, holding you near and dear if he might lose you the next moment. Maybe an experimental kiss on your cheek, with your permission of course. Ever the gentleman. It was enough to melt your heart at how hard he did yearn for you.
And so, he’d finally confessed his love. Only to be then be dragged into the storage closet housed in an existing safe room. Each time you had tried previously to prove that love to him, it would be met with issue after issue. Trying to find some privacy in the middle of the apocalypse was truly a challenging task. Each failed attempt only spurred Ellis further and further, he was so close, yet so far from his goal.
It was driving him insane, from the tightness in his pants to each suggestive stare that you had given to him throughout the days. Your reassuring words only edged him further.
The others were sound asleep in the room over, unaware of your current activities within the supply closet. The sounds of your shuffling grew louder and louder as the night grew on. The rattling and constant thumps only increased.
“Now Come’on, show me what your made of Ellis.”
“God, yer’ know just how to spur me on don’t ya’ sweetheart? It’s been so damn’ long..” Ellis mumbled breathlessly, his hips moved with such fervor and intensity it almost hurt. With your legs locked around his waist, his cock was able to hit the deepest parts of your being with each rut. You swore you could feel him in your stomach. Each thrust made your legs tense and muscles clench around him tightly, only causing the man that currently had you hoisted up gasp and whine against your shoulder.
“H-holy shite’.” He cursed.
“I-I think you’re just easily riled up.” You’d whimpered against his neck as his pace never faltered for even a moment. The rough slaps of skin hitting skin echoed in the silent space. Ellis’s breath hitched once again, his whines grew more and more frequent, his once steady pace grew rushed and sloppy.
“I think- I think it’s jus’ you that drives me damn wild darlin’.” Ellis attempted to mumble out, his voice hushed and strained as if he was holding back. You could feel him tense beneath you, beginning to pace himself. A low groan emitting from him at the slightest change, he wanted to savior this, but it was as if his body was speaking for him instead of his brain.
His hands left red imprints, each a noticeable streak left behind on your hips as his own came to a slight halt. His breathing shook, his hands and fingers trembled with tremors. Just taking a moment to really take it all in.
“God, now tha’s embarrassing.. I’m already close darlin’.” Ellis mumbled, his voice was filled with shame. He’d wanted the first time to be sensual, romantic, something soft and gentle. But the apocalypse had other ideas, a quickie in a closet at the dead of night? Reduced to the desperate and needy version of himself, not the prideful and outgoing man he was. To say the least, he was embarrassed.
“Me too Ellis. Don’t be embarrassed, fuck. It’s been forever. Just- go faster.” You reassured him breathlessly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as your fingernails dug into the flesh of his back. A moan emitted from Ellis at the rough sensation trailing down his shoulders to his spine.
“Lord hav’ mercy. You wan’ it inside?” Ellis asked almost innocently, as if it was just a casual question and not the current rearrangement of your guts. His calloused hands clutched you roughly as his thrusts began once more, slowly growing sloppier and sloppier.
“Course, oh my god.”
“Yer’ just the sweetest you kno’ that? As soon as I’d seen ya’ I knew you were a damn Angel. I saw the halo and wings and shite, I just knew you’d be damn perfection.”
Ellis managed to rant out his praises all while his voice grew more rough and loud, his voice strained in some attempt to stay quiet, but it was down right impossible for the chatter box as he praised you for your personality, your body.. you. His whimpers only grew louder and louder as did yours, and his ramblings trailed off into unintelligible grunts that seemed to only push you closer and closer to the edge. With a drawn out gasp, you felt Ellis sloppily force his deeper cock into you. His thighs trembled as he chased his own orgasm, his pace feverish. Ellis’s face was planted snug in the crook of you neck, his eyes closed shut as the sensation rushed through his body.
“Come’on Ellis, I’m here just for you, o-only you.” You coaxed him further, your sweet voice echoed in his head like a sirens song.
“Oh- Oh god darlin’, I’m cumming! God damn you are one son of a bitch, gettin’ me all riled up n’ shite-“
Ellis rambled on and on as he rode out his orgasm, his fingernails dug into the plush skin of your thighs. Each sensation grew unbearably good throughout the long night. You had no idea how you would stumble out the closet at dawn, that’s if the others hadn’t heard of the activities already..
Your body went slack against him, your face still stuffed into the crook of his neck, breathing in and out to catch your breath. Despite not even hitting your own orgasm, it had felt as if you had just ran a mile.
“And don’t worry yer perdy’ lil face. I’ll take care of yer own problems darlin’.” He was able to croak out, and he still had energy in him. You were in for a long, long night.