Klaus groaned, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Her touch was so delicate, it pushed him to the edge, making his body tense.
The veins in his neck bulged as he struggled to hold himself together.
Yet, he let out a small laugh.
Was she being serious right now?
Who the heck is this innocent anymore? Sure, she had an overprotective brother and a mother who didn’t like her having friends around.
Morticia was a nerd-barely leaving the house, barely using the internet, and barely interacting with anyone except Rhea, him, and Vincent.
But calling his cock a banana? That was both frustrating and hilarious.
“Klaus? Are you alright?” she asked, concern etched on her face.
Klaus couldn’t speak, trying hard to keep his composure.
Morticia’s gaze shifted to the middle of his legs. That wasn’t a banana, and it certainly didn’t feel like one.
Wait… could that be…?
Her eyes widened, and her hand flew to her mouth as realization hit her. That was…
That was his…
She couldn’t even form the next word.
Oh God, and she had just touched it. She looked up at Klaus, whose gaze was fixed on her, his face slightly strained.
“A-are you in pain? Sorry, I didn’t know… I thought…” she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She glanced away, nervously playing with the hem of her shorts.
Was he going to hate her now? But why did her touch affect him like that?
“Not pain, Bunnie,” Klaus finally spoke, his voice rougher than usual. “It’s just… a different kind of tension.”
Morticia blinked. “Tension? C-can I help?”
Klaus shut his eyes for a moment. Great, now he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He wanted her hand on him again.
He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “You have no idea what you do to me, Bunnie. Are you sure?”
She took him by surprise by nodding, confirming her willingness.
He took her hand and guided it to his length, making her cup him. Klaus sucked in a breath at the contact. She looked up at him innocently, only intensifying his sinful thoughts.
Morticia’s cheeks flushed a light pink, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her heart raced with anticipation. He showed her how to move, guiding her hand up and down his member.
“Fuck, your hand feels so good wrapped around my cock. Keep doing that,” he groaned, letting go of her hand and giving her full control.
Klaus moaned, his warm breath hitting her neck. Morticia wondered if she was doing it right.
Suddenly, Klaus pressed his lips to hers, kissing her gently. He let out another moan, his fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss.
Morticia gave him a squeeze.
He pulled back slightly and rasped, “Not too hard, baby.”
“Sorry,” she whispered, and they kissed again. He cupped her breast, still covered by her tank top, and gave her n! pple a light squeeze.
He broke the kiss and moved to her neck, rolling his tongue over her skin as she continued the hand movements. Each stroke made his body tense. He was huge, and her hand couldn’t fully wrap around him.
But that was okay.
He reached down to help her, easing the slight ache she was starting to feel.
He groaned, his body tightening. “Fuck, I’m close,” he muttered, his breath growing heavier.
His words made the space between her legs throb, just like the last time they made out. His moans and touch were intoxicating.
His kisses stopped as his wetness spread through his boxers. With a heavy breath, he threw his head back, a small smile on his lips.
“Thanks, Bunnie… you did great,” he said, pecking her lips lightly.
“I did?”
“Hmm… I can’t believe you made me come through my boxers. No one’s ever done that,” he smiled, looking hot with sweat dripping down his face.
A pang of jealousy struck her at the thought of other girl touching him this way, but she tried her best to hide it.
“I’ll be back. Let me change,” he said, leaving the kitchen while Morticia washed her hands and checked what he had been cooking.
It was her favorite. She smiled at the aroma filling the room.
She set the table, and Klaus returned after a while, wearing fresh boxers.
He flashed a smile at her and sat across from her.
“Thanks for the meal, Klaus,” she said.
“I’ll return the favor,” he muttered, serving the vegetables with a smug look on his face.
“For what?”
“For what you did back in the kitchen. It still amuses me-that was your first time… though you called it a banana,” he chuckled, and she pressed her lips together, realizing how crazy her words had sounded.
“Don’t tease me… I didn’t know that was your… your…” She paused, unable to say the next word. She would die of embarrassment.
“My what?” he asked, clearly enjoying her discomfort.
“Your… I don’t want to say it,” she averted her gaze.
“C’mon, say it, Bunnie. I want to hear it.”
“You know what I’m talking about,” she muttered, refusing to say it.
“Don’t make me force it out,” he warned, and she knew he was serious.
She recalled what Klaus had referred to earlier in the kitchen.
“I didn’t know it was your… cock,” she whispered the last word so low, but Klaus burst into laughter, a loud, throaty sound that almost made him choke.
“Stop!” she demanded, but his laughter echoed through the room. That sound was addictive, and deep down, she wanted to hear more of it, but he was laughing at her.
“Stop it, Klaus!” she snapped, but he didn’t. She threw her spoon at him, and his laughter finally subsided.
“Cock,” he teased after a while, bursting into another round of laughter.
“Klaus!”