Day 10: Food Play

Day 10: Food Play

The dim light of their small hideout flickered as the evening air settled in, casting long shadows against the rough walls. After a long day scavenging through the ruins of the wasteland, Lucy and Cooper had finally managed to find a few items worth bringing back. But it wasn't the cans of pre-war food or the purified water that had Lucy's attention tonight. No, tonight was going to be different.

Lucy had been planning this for days. She had noticed how Cooper looked at her when they shared meals—those dark, lingering glances, the way his eyes flicked between her lips and whatever she was eating. It had sparked an idea, something playful and a bit twisted, but out here in the wasteland, they made their own fun.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lucy smirked as she rummaged through the small pile of supplies they had scavenged. Her fingers brushed over the rough cans and packages, finally pulling out an old jar of honey—thick, viscous, and surprisingly intact after all these years. It wasn't much, but it was perfect for what she had in mind.

Cooper was lounging nearby, his shirt off, revealing the ridged, scarred skin of his ghoul body. His leathery skin looked rough under the low light, but to Lucy, it was familiar, exciting even. He had no idea what she was planning, but the way his eyes followed her every move suggested he was curious.

"What are you up to, Lucy?" Cooper asked, his voice gruff but laced with amusement as he watched her pull the jar of honey from the supplies.

Lucy smiled wickedly, her eyes glinting with mischief as she crossed the room to stand in front of him. "I've got an idea," she purred, setting the jar on the small table beside the bed. "I think you'll enjoy it."

Cooper raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, but he didn't say anything as Lucy straddled his lap, her hands resting on his chest. She could feel the rough texture of his skin beneath her fingertips, the familiar ridges and lines that made up his body. It was a stark contrast to her own smooth skin, but she had grown to love the way he felt—different, but perfect in his own way.

"Food?" Cooper asked, his voice deepening slightly as his eyes flicked to the jar of honey, the realization of what she was planning slowly dawning on him.

"Food," Lucy confirmed, her grin widening as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "And I'm going to make sure you enjoy every second of it."

Cooper groaned softly, his hands resting on her hips as he watched her carefully, his body tensing slightly in anticipation. "You're full of surprises," he muttered, his voice rough but filled with heat.

Lucy chuckled softly, her fingers sliding down his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. "You have no idea," she whispered, leaning back to grab the jar of honey.

She twisted the lid off slowly, the thick, golden liquid catching the dim light as she held it up, letting a small stream of honey drip from the jar onto Cooper's chest. The honey was slow and sticky, pooling on his skin before sliding down the ridged lines of his body, tracing the contours of his scars.

Cooper hissed softly at the sensation, his muscles tensing as he felt the warm, sticky honey coat his chest, the sweet smell filling the air around them. Lucy's eyes followed the trail of honey as it slid lower, down his torso, stopping just above his waistband.

"Like that?" she teased, her voice soft but full of challenge as she set the jar aside, her hands spreading the honey across his chest, rubbing it into his skin with slow, deliberate movements. The sticky liquid clung to her fingers, but she didn't mind. She loved the way it made his skin glisten, the way it highlighted every ridge and line.

Cooper grunted in response, his hands gripping her hips a little tighter as his breath came in slow, controlled inhales. "Yeah," he muttered, his voice thick with need. "I like it."

Lucy smiled at his words, her hands sliding lower, spreading the honey over his abdomen, tracing the lines of his muscles as it dripped down toward his cock. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself together, but she wasn't going to let him keep control for long.

Without warning, she tugged at his pants, freeing him from the fabric with a quick motion. His cock was already hard, and Lucy couldn't help but grin as she let another small stream of honey drip from the jar, coating his length in the thick, sticky liquid.

Cooper groaned, his head falling back slightly as the honey slid down his cock, the pruny ridges of his skin coated in the sweet, golden liquid. The sensation was strange, but it sent a jolt of heat straight through him, his body responding instinctively to the combination of warmth and Lucy's hands.

"You look good like this," Lucy murmured, her voice full of satisfaction as she set the jar aside and leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the honey on his chest. It was sweet, but the roughness of his skin beneath her tongue was even sweeter.

Cooper growled low in his throat, his hands flexing against her hips as he watched her through hooded eyes. "You're enjoying this too much," he muttered, his voice rough with desire.

Lucy grinned against his chest, her tongue tracing the lines of his skin as she slowly worked her way lower, following the trail of honey down his body. "Maybe," she teased, her lips brushing against his abdomen as her hands gripped his thighs. "But you're about to enjoy it even more."

Without another word, Lucy leaned down, her mouth wrapping around the head of his cock as she licked the honey from his skin, her tongue swirling around the ridges that lined his length. The sensation of his pruny skin, combined with the sweetness of the honey, sent a rush of heat straight through her, and she couldn't help but moan softly as she tasted him.

Cooper's breath hitched, his body tensing as her mouth worked over him, the combination of honey and the roughness of his skin creating a sensation that was both strange and intensely pleasurable. He groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as his hips bucked up slightly, chasing the heat of her mouth.

"Fuck, Lucy," he muttered, his voice thick with need as his head fell back. "That feels… so fucking good."

Lucy smiled around him, her hands gripping his thighs as she continued to work him with her mouth, licking the honey from his cock with slow, deliberate movements. She could feel the ridges of his skin beneath her tongue, the way his cock pulsed in her mouth, and it only drove her wilder.

She pulled back for a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet his as she licked the last remnants of honey from her lips. "I told you you'd enjoy it," she murmured, her voice low and sultry as she leaned in, her mouth taking him in again, this time with more urgency.

Cooper groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as his hips bucked up instinctively, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. The sensation of her mouth, combined with the sticky warmth of the honey, was almost too much, and he could feel himself teetering on the edge.

"Lucy," he gasped, his voice strained as his hands tightened in her hair. "I'm going to—"

Before he could finish, Lucy's mouth worked faster, her tongue swirling around him as her hands gripped his thighs, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was struggling to hold back, but she wasn't going to let him.

With a final, desperate moan, Cooper came hard, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he spilled into her, his entire body trembling with the force of his release. Lucy moaned softly, her mouth still working him as she swallowed every drop, the taste of him mixed with the honey sending a rush of heat straight through her.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, Lucy's mouth still wrapped around him as Cooper gasped for breath, his body spent and trembling. Finally, she pulled back, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she licked the last traces of honey from her lips.

"Clean enough for you?" she teased, her voice full of mischief as she sat back, her hands resting on his thighs.

Cooper let out a low, shaky laugh, his head falling back against the bed as he tried to catch his breath. "I think you missed a spot," he muttered, his voice rough but full of amusement.

Lucy grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his chest. "Guess I'll just have to keep going, then."