Chapter 19 #2
And now he’s standing right in front of me, alive and furious and close enough to touch…
But he still won’t.
And I fucking hate it.
“Reese,” I whimper, trying to twist away, but the shadows still hold my wrists firmly against the wall. “Please.”
The darkness tightens just enough to keep me exactly where I am.
Pinned.
Helpless.
His gaze travels down my body, following the path of the shadows like he can feel everything they’re doing. Which, considering they somehow feel like an extension of him, he probably can.
They keep exploring, brushing across my ribs again, my chest, my arms, my thighs.
Tracing the lines of muscle and bone like they’re memorizing them.
Everywhere the shadows touch, it feels like they’re claiming territory.
The dread pulses, a low, suffocating pressure that makes my lungs feel too small.
And somehow, that only makes the heat under my skin sharper.
I squirm against the wall. Shiver. Whimper. And when the hands move over my hard cock and I can feel the weight of them through my jeans, I throw my head back and moan.
I don’t want to like it, but…fuck, the feeling of hands everywhere is kind of fucking with me.
Whether it’s in a good or bad way, I’m not sure.
One thing I do know is it feels fucking amazing.
“You get the shadows or nothing at all.”
Reese’s deep voice reaches me from somewhere through the confusion and desire and doubt. My gaze snaps to his, and my breath fails me at the sight. His eyes are dark, pupils blown, lips parted. I peer down long enough to see the bulge in his black slacks. My mouth fucking waters.
But then my eyes slam closed again when the hands stroke me over my jeans, applying more pressure, friction, grabbing, squeezing. My dick throbs, wanting fucking more.
“What’s it going to be, little menace?”
I crack my eyes open to look at him, panting heavily, gasping for breath for an entirely different reason than the last time he was in this room.
“Fuck you. Fuck you! Just…fuck.”
I throw my head back again, resting it on the wall.
And then I just…give in.
“Please just make me come.”
When the shadows pop the button of my jeans and lower the zipper, I don’t blink. There’s no longer any shock at what they’re capable of. They slip under the waistband of my boxer briefs, and a cool, ethereal touch wraps around my cock, pulling it free.
The dread still curls through my chest, thick and suffocating, while something else entirely burns right alongside it.
I can’t fight it anymore. I don’t want to. It’s fucking inevitable.
My moan echoes through the room as the shadow hands move up and down my shaft.
They twist around my head, varying pressure, milking precum from my slit.
Whatever they’re made of, whatever gives them the ability to cross over into the physical world, they’re kind of…
perfect. They’re not rough. They’re almost silky, like gossamer, their grip tight.
I’ve completely surrendered to them, my body leaning against the wall, not fighting against the ones still pinning my wrists above my head.
My hips thrust up, fucking into Reese’s shadows as the darkness devours me whole.
Like it knows me, claims me, pulling me deeper and deeper, until I know I’ll never be able to escape.
Despite the nature of this dark power, the heat inside me grows, rivaling the cold and the gloom.
My lashes flutter against my cheeks as my head rolls against the wall. They stroke me, cradle my balls, fucking consume me. That heat settles in the base of my spine at the same time terror strikes like lightning.
Please, fuck, don’t fucking stop.
My eyes snap open to plead with Reese not to, my mind going back seven years ago. As intense as his edging was then, I don’t know if I’d survive it right now. Not with his shadows there to convince me I’ll never be able to come again a day in my life.
But that doesn’t look like what he has planned.
He’s not touching himself, but I swear I can damn near see his cock throbbing through his pants.
His jaw ticks, tense, something tight and strained pulling across his face.
His hands are in fists at his sides like he trusts the shadow ones more than his own.
Like he’s holding himself in place by sheer force of will.
And, of course, I have to tempt him.
“It feels so good, Reese,” I moan.
His head tilts slightly. “Does it?”
There’s something suddenly different about his voice. Unsteady, breathless. It catches me off guard.
I nod weakly, swallowing hard as the shadows tighten around my length just enough to make my breath hitch. “Yes. I mean, it’s…” I let out a shaky breath. “It’s bad too, but…good.”
Something flashes in his eyes. Doubt. Hesitation, maybe. Something that doesn’t belong on his face when he’s supposed to be in control.
“Bad?” he repeats.
It sounds as though the word almost gets stuck in his throat on the way out, like he didn’t expect to say it, or maybe didn’t want to hear it at all.
“Yeah, you know,” I mutter, glancing down at the shadows.
I can’t even see my cock past them, but I can feel more precum leaking from it.
“The whole soul-crushing dread thing.” I bite my lip to try to stifle my next moan, but it comes out even louder than the last one.
“Haunted octopus hands that grope you while also making you question your will to live.”
It’s like my brain is having a full existential crisis while my body’s not exactly filing a complaint.
Something in his gaze fractures for half a second.
I don’t think he’s actually about to feel bad for any of it, but I pretend he is anyway.
“You could help make it better.”
It’s a whisper, one trying not to sound too desperate, as my gaze dips down to the bulge in his pants. I’ve never even gotten to see his cock, and now I want that more than anything in the fucking world.
I’d even let him edge me until I lost my mind if that’s what it took.
His head tilts the other way, whatever split I had seen in his gaze before gone. “You want something else?”
I say nothing, just bite my lips as I continue staring.
“Go ahead. You can beg for it.”
It feels like a trick or a trap. But, right now, feeling the best and the worst I’ve ever felt in my life all at the same time, I don’t give a fuck.
I meet his gaze. I fuck into his shadows.
I beg.
“Please, Reese. Please give me your cock. I want it so fucking bad. I need it.”
His breathing changes, a little heavier now. He makes me wait, but not for long.
Stepping forward, he straddles my legs. He peers down, and as though by some silent command, his shadows part like clouds just enough to reveal the flushed head of my cock.
The dark hands give my length a slow stroke that has my eyes damn near rolling into the back of my head and another moan escaping my lips.
When my eyes focus again, it’s to the view of a shadow hand sweeping up the resulting bead of precum on the tip of its ghostly finger. It floats up, up, until it’s hovering in front of Reese’s face.
He sticks out his tongue.
And licks my precum off his shadow.
“Fuck,” I groan. “That should not be fucking hot.”
The shadow dissipates in the air like mist, and another one materializes and takes its place around my dick. They stroke me a little faster, a little harder, making me pant even heavier as the embarrassing noises I make grow louder.
Then a strange sensation takes over, different from anything I’ve felt in this room. Different than anything I’ve felt ever.
Something is inside my cock.
Yup, that’s new.
I look down to see shadows trickling through my slit like a waterfall of ink, falling into it. My eyes remain locked on it, my lungs completely offline as they descend down, down, down…
“No, no.” It’s instinct to recoil as I squirm and struggle again, but the shadows give me no slack. “Reese, please. I said I want your cock, not…not that.”
But they continue to fill me, going lower, growing a little wider until there’s pressure. Not pain, but…
The cry that rips out of me echoes off the walls of the room.
Fuck, they just hit my prostate.
My breath catches up to me, leaving me panting and gasping. My eyes are shut, stars dancing behind my eyelids. The pressure, the fullness, all of it makes up for the trepidation I felt seconds ago, and now, as the shadows slowly start to fuck my cock, I can’t remember why I even protested.
I never considered trying sounding before, but now that I know what it feels like?
Fuck, I might consider letting his shadows live inside my dick.
“Do you really want them gone?”
I peer up to see a smug expression on Reese’s face. But I don’t even care because he’s definitely earned it. Pleasure still tingles all over, some of those bad feelings having faded away.
“No.” I shake my head weakly. “Not if they do that some more.”
He smirks down at me as his own hands go to the button of his slacks. “You want to choke on my cock now too, little menace?”
I nod eagerly. “Yes, yes, yes. Please.”
I fucking need it if I’m going to survive this.
The shadows around my dick continue stroking me, and now the ones inside of it match the same rhythm. I can hardly concentrate on his hands as they undo his pants, but I don’t want to miss a fucking thing.
For the first moment since he kidnapped me a second time, he finally shows me mercy.
When he takes his cock out, my mouth literally waters, and I have to swallow it back.
He’s even bigger than I thought, from what I remember feeling between my thighs.
He’s already hard as fuck and leaking, veins bulging along his length up to his head that’s flushed a deep purple.
He’s cut, his shaft curving upward from a thatch of dark brown hair that I want to bury my nose in.
“Please,” I whisper again.
It’s a good thing he seems to like me desperate for him.
His hand comes up, and he finally touches me, raking his fingers through my hair as he brings the head of his cock to my mouth. I know the only reason I’m able to dart out my tongue and lick the precum from his tip is because he allows it.