Chapter 35 #3
“Holy shit,” Cason whimpers, his gaze bouncing between both our cocks as the shadows stroke us inside and out. “Reese, I want more.”
“More?” I ask. “Like…”
Dark fingers reach for his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. They press against his hole, circling his rim.
“That kind of more?”
His head moves like it’s heavy, but the nod he gives is eager. “Please.”
They add more pressure until about a finger’s width pushes its way inside him. His eyes flutter closed, and he moans.
The shadows fill him more, becoming thicker, going deeper. I can feel every inch of him through them, traveling into his darkest, most sensitive places.
No one has ever been this deep inside another person, not the way I'm inside Cason right now.
Then there’s the moment his eyes fly open as he lets loose a noise that’s a cross between a sob and a scream. It’s then that I know the shadows have hit his prostate, stimulating it from both ends. He jerks, and more precum leaks from around the shadows filling his cock.
“Oh, fucking hell,” I groan, my eyes held hostage by the sight.
He becomes an absolute wreck after that.
The shadows don’t ease up their assault on his prostate, stroking it from deep inside his cock and his ass at the same time.
He writhes as sweat drips down his temples, the noises coming from him nothing short of music as the shadows stroke us both a little faster, inside and out.
I can tell when he’s close, his jaw falling a little more slack, his panting breaths coming quicker and quicker.
He stares at me, and I can see the plea in his eyes.
But I don’t give it to him.
My shadows ease off, then quickly wrap around the base of his dick, tightening and cutting through his impending orgasm. He cries out, but this time, he doesn’t curse at me for it, like he knows he has to endure the torture I give him in order to reap the rewards in the end.
“I wish you could see yourself right now, Cason,” I tell him, my words coming out deep and breathless and completely fucking wrecked. “You’re so fucking stunning letting my shadows play with you.”
He blinks, and a tear cascades down his pale cheek. “Can I have you now too?”
The shadows slide out of my cock, leaving me with a groan and feeling a little empty. But I know it’ll be worth it.
As I stand, they stay wrapped around my shaft, continuing to stroke as I cross the short distance between us.
I come to a stop in front of him, his arms still held above him, the shadows still thrusting in and out of his cock and his ass.
I place my hands on the sides of his face, my lips two inches from his.
“You can have me whenever you fucking want, menace.”
He whimpers, and I crash my mouth to his. My shadows move, pressing our cocks together and enveloping us both as I drive my tongue into his mouth. The kiss is brutal and passionate as I hold his face between my hands, the shadow hands stroking us together.
As much as I love edging him, I decide to show him mercy. Besides, I want him to come with me, and I’m already so fucking close.
The shadows surround both our dicks, holding them tightly together as they move up and down, around, and inside of Cason’s.
Even though we’re surrounded by clouds of darkness, when it hits, it’s all brilliant, bright light.
Cason’s tongue moves lazily against mine as he moans into my mouth.
The shadows continue fucking his ass while they slide out of his cock just in time for our combined release to shoot out all over us.
I hold him through it as the light gets brighter and brighter with wave after wave of pleasure before it finally fades out.
Cason’s entire body slumps, and the shadows bring his arms over my shoulders. I pick him up just as they release him, and he practically collapses in my hold.
I carry him over to the bed, my breathing still coming in short, erratic pants. I don’t give a fuck that we’re both sweaty and covered in cum. I lie down beside him, and just the thin sheet is draped over the lower halves of our bodies as I hold him close to me.
His eyes are closed, but the way he flexes his hand against my chest lets me know that he’s awake.
“Are you still mad at me?” I ask in a whisper against his hair.
He huffs. “You never play fair.”
“What do you mean?”
“You just gave me the best orgasm of my fucking life,” he mumbles, his voice already tired. “I refuse to answer that question right now. Ask me again when I wake up.”
I blow out a quiet laugh through my nose. “Okay.”
I kiss the top of his head, and he snuggles closer, burying his face in my chest. My hand drifts up and down his back in a slow, comforting rhythm, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing as it evens out along with mine.
A soft darkness falls around us, slow and instinctive, as though my shadows need the comfort as much as we do. They gather close, just there, quiet and protective like a blanket of ink.
Some people may fear the darkness, but it’s where I’ve always belonged.
And now, it’s where he does too.
With me.