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Rick’s hands tremble slightly as they thread through your hair, the warmth around his palm was effectively chasing away any amount of chill that was in your usually lonely room. Your mouth was so soft, and wet, and you didn’t hesitate to sink to your knees when given the hint of an opportunity.
You didn't care if this was all it was going to be.
It was Rick, and that was enough.
He was with you, using you, touching you. It was you that was making those choked groans push from his chest.
You could feel Rick getting nervous when you get him half way in your mouth, his hips tensing and his grip tightening in your hair to halt your movements. Your eyes blinked up at him, fingers curling into the belt loops of his jeans to tug him closer.
He'd skin himself alive if he accidentally hurt you, but then you whine. Your eyes are getting wet and now you have this pathetic, desperate expression. Rick feels his chest twisting, and another strangled, restrictive moan tumbles from his mouth as you suck down another inch, swallowing around him.
Your fingers curl into the meat of his thighs tightly, trying to pull him closer, deeper, like nothing else in the world could fill the void that arousal had burned into you.
You're empty, empty, empty, until you're not anymore.
Rick's cock bottoms out in your throat, your nose pressed tightly against the coarse hair of his abdomen.
Your airway is blocked, and your throat gags and flexes around him desperately, your body trying to force the intrusion out, but the ever tightening grip in your hair wont let you succumb to baser instincts like that.
You attempted to whine around him, but the silent attempt only resulted in your throat convulsing more. You can feel the blood rushing to your face just as much as you can feel Rick twitching, and throbbing.
But despite the discomfort, your arms scramble to lock around his thighs, holding him there, chasing that ounce of relief with every aborted thrust into your mouth.
“Alright, alright…” Rick rasped, both hands coming to cradle the back of your head, torn between pulling out and holding you there until your throat goes slack.
Your arms only tighten.
"W-wait...you're...you're gonna..." Rick's voice was rising in pitch, and his panting only gets more ragged with every rough jerk of his hips. His entire body was shaking now, completely in the sensation of your hot throat trying to swallow him deeper.
Your vision is getting spotty now, and just like him your arms are trembling. There's a violent instinct coursing through you to rip away from his grasp to breathe, but you don't want to.
All your brain can focus on is the need for oxygen, and how hard Rick is throbbing. Need consumes you, your body feels like it's on fire, desperate to finally taste him. You could die happy knowing he loved your mouth enough to cum in it, maybe even loved you.
Hot tears flow down your cheeks as you hiccup and choke around him, and all it takes is a small glance down at you for that tension to finally snap.
You feel it, his thighs tensing up, and his grip in your hair growing painful. Then you hear a low, stuttered moan echo against the walls of your room, and a wet warmth coating your tongue. You try to swallow it all, sucking even as he pulls your head back and slides out of your throat.
The last few ropes of cum land on your lips and cheek, and you would almost feel disappointed if it weren't for the rough coughing and gasping you were doing now.
Rick is spent, and winded, but he doesn't hesitate to crouch to your level and cradle your cheeks.
You feel dizzy as words of praise pour from his mouth oh so sweetly into your ear, and you feel even more disoriented when he scoops you up and sets you on your bed, wiping the mess from your face.
You could die happy if this was it.