Chapter 30 #2
“Just…” He shakes his head, and I love it when he’s flustered. “I wish I was more like Aspen.”
“Don’t wish you were like someone else, even someone who’s a part of you. I didn’t devote my life to someone else, husband, I devoted it to you,” I say before nipping his lip so he can’t say something foolish about us not being married.
He presses into me, his tongue brushing against mine while he pushes my underwear down, freeing my cock. His hand runs over me as he holds his hand out and Aspen drops lube and a condom in it. “Is this literally all you called me back for? I got all excited for nothing!”
“You can go now,” Ellison says.
“I should get a treat for coming.”
Ellison grumbles but Aspen’s face lights up when Ellison leans back just enough that Aspen can kiss me. “He’s a bit jealous still. We’ll ease him into it.” He beams at Ellison before disappearing.
“Are you jealous of yourself?” I ask.
“He’s… so much different than I am.”
“I don’t think he is. Maybe he’s a bit more… outgoing, but he’s still a part of you.”
“Which is the only reason I’ve allowed him to rub his spit all over you.”
I smile at him. “The real question is… have you touched each other’s penises? Like… it’s still masturbation, you know? I’m sure you touch yourself, so what’s the difference?”
“That’s not… no! Who thinks of that?”
“I wouldn’t have needed any sex toys,” I mutter.
He covers my mouth again. “I’m going to call him back just to keep your mouth shut.”
“Oh? Is he going to put something in it to keep me quiet?”
This whole thing is too delightful, and him getting flustered? It’s the cherry on top.
Ellison quickly quiets me when I feel a finger run over my hole. Since he’s too far away, I catch his waist and draw him down so his cock brushes against mine. My hand slides over both of them, stroking them together.
He lets out a murmur of approval as I do so, making me quite pleased. “Can you promise me that you won’t leave me?” I ask.
His touch falters. “Let’s not do this now.”
“I see no better time to do it,” I challenge.
“You’re going to spoil the mood if you insist now.”
My hand sinks into his hair, holding him tightly so he can’t pull away.
“Ellison, I’ve had nothing my entire life.
I was brought up to believe that I never needed anything.
I was raised to destroy emotions, feelings, and desires.
I was a husk and I hated it so much. I destroyed my whole world for a chance at freedom.
But still I wandered, lost in this world that was so much different than my own.
I resorted to the thing I knew how to do best: killing.
I didn’t know how to gain attachments to people, I didn’t know how to show them that I loved them or cared for them, but it’s like the second I met you, it all snapped into place.
I felt truly happy for the first time in my life.
Your experiences might have been different from mine—”
“Right, they were very different, which is why I feel like a fucking fool caring about them. At least I had a home and family—”
I shake my head. “I had a home and my entire group was my family. Don’t decide whose life was worse,” I say as I push his hair back from where it’s fallen from its perfect position.
“We were both raised in a life where love didn’t come easy.
We had to fight and claw and struggle to get out of it.
Just because our surroundings were different doesn’t mean what we went through and what we felt was any different.
Ellison, I don’t think you understand the effect you’ve had on me.
Before I met you, I lived my life hearing the degrading voices of the people who controlled me…
of the people I killed constantly telling me how I ruined everything.
I know they weren’t really talking to me; I know it was my own mind telling me how much of a fuckup I am.
“And the dreams that held me captive every night have grown fewer, washed away by being around you. You have changed so much for me, Ellison… let me change things for you.”
I take a deep breath before continuing. “I have finally found what I’ve been looking for my entire life. For most of it, this,” I gesture at us, “was nothing more than a life those better than me got. But now that I have you, I’m not planning on letting you go. So please don’t let me go.”
“I’m not… I’m protecting you. I can go away, try to figure this out and come back. Me leaving doesn’t have to be the end forever.”
“Why can’t we figure it out together?” I ask.
“What if you die like my brother?”
“I have nine lives.”
“You’re not a fucking cat!”
“Nah, I’m worse,” I assure him as I pull him in for a kiss. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He’s quiet for a moment before setting his forehead against my shoulder. “You promise?”
“I’m like gum on your shoe. I’m not going anywhere even if you scrape me off.”
“That’s… I’m sure there’s a sexier analogy.”
“Nah, sexy as it gets.”
Ellison snorts before leaning back to look at me. “So sexy.”
“Thank you,” I say as I run a finger down his tattooed chest. “I’m glad we’re finally on the same page.”
“I feel like I was coerced onto the page.”
“Just the way I like it,” I tease.
“Of course it is,” he says before he kisses me.
My hand slides back down to our cocks, stroking them together while he pops open the lube and squeezes some onto his hand. He slides his hand down between my legs, then his finger gently circles my entrance before pushing inside.
“We’re not having sex,” he declares.
“Excuse me, what?” I ask, positive that his fingers are exploring the great beyond because his dick is going in next.
“You’re wounded. How is that going to feel while having sex?”
“It was a scratch! They didn’t even stitch it up. We can do it from behind if you’re so worried.”
“What will that fix?”
“You won’t have to see it,” I say with a grin.
“I guess you wouldn’t be putting as much pressure on it,” he muses. “No! Don’t try to convince me to be a bad person.”
“I’m convincing you to put your dick in my ass. Just that.”
“Only that?” he asks with much sarcasm.
I beam at him as I tear the condom open and tap it against the head of his dick. “Only that.” I slide it down his length and rub lube over him. Then I shift back, causing his fingers to draw out of me, before flipping onto my front. “I offer my ass up to the demon lord. It is my sacrifice.”
“You just…” He smacks my ass, as though that’s a good response to my sacrifice.
“Did that make you feel better?”
“A little.”
“You can smack it again if you’d like,” I offer as he leans forward so his cock slides between my thighs. I feel the tip of it bump against my balls while he kisses my neck.
“Please tell me if it hurts and we can do something else. I won’t run away; I promise we’ll have plenty of other opportunities for sex.”
“I will.” I reach down and run my fingers over the head of his cock. He murmurs in pleasure as he kisses my neck.
Ellison pulls back just enough that his cock is against my hole. He presses against me, slowly opening me up while I grip the sheets tightly and moan. It feels so fucking good.
I’m stretched open to fit his thick cock as he showers me in kisses and his hand reaches under to stroke my cock. I gasp when he shifts his hips forward and drives deeper into me.
His hand grips my cock before running down it, and I shiver from the sensation. “Beelzebub, it feels amazing.”
“It does,” he agrees, wrapping his arms around my chest and pulling me up just as he thrusts into me.
I feel like this position lets him go even deeper, and he kisses my neck while one hand slides up my chest, tweaking my nipple.
I’m practically sitting on him while he holds me up, but he still manages some deep thrusts inside of me that make my hand tighten on his while I keep repeating how good he’s making me feel.
Ellison moves inside of me, sending me further into bliss with each thrust. I’ve had sex with random men, but none of it meant anything.
At the end of the day, we were there for one thing and then went our separate ways—besides the one guy who clearly wanted to keep me for life, and I had to turn invisible and flee.
But this… this feels so different. His touches are gentle, but the way he moves inside of me is making heat rise in me.
It’s like he already knows how to make me come.
His hand wraps around the base of my cock, making me ache for a release that he’s refusing to give me just yet. His thrusts become faster, hitting that sweet spot inside of me before pulling back and sinking deep in me.
Ecstasy tears through me as his hand slides up my cock, and I can’t handle any more before I come. I can feel myself squeezing down on his cock, my body sensitive to every touch.
Ellison moans when he comes, arms wrapped around me before he slowly draws out. He follows me down, kissing me gently before he climbs out of bed to get rid of the condom, but he barely manages to toss it before I drag him back down. I pull him into my arms and kiss him.