Chapter Twenty-Three #6
My knees are wobbling, and clearly, he’s feeling the burn too. Holding this position is driving us both insane—that much is apparent. But I can’t deny that the frustration feels otherworldly. Like edging, in a way.
Byron’s hands come up to my chest, and he cups my pectorals, thumbs flicking tenderly over my nipples. It lights me up, driving me to stroke harder.
“Good boy, Leo ,” he rasps.
Hearing him call me that sends a shiver across my skin, perking my nipples even more beneath his hands.
If he only knew…
Glancing around, I look for Leo.
You like to watch, don’t you?
Sit back and observe while I fist hair and spill into hot holes…? While I’m spread open and fucked to tears, like a dirty little toy…
“Am… am I yours?” I breathe out, fucking my fist harder, faster , as Byron bites me and pinches my nipples.
“My what?” he growls. “My sex toy?”
“ Fuuuck …” I grip the bottle, keeping it close because I’m getting close.
“You’re so good at getting me off, you know that?” His hips shift, and tears are streaming down my cheeks. “I swear to God, I could come just looking at you…”
“Byron… please ,” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but the pleasure of tugging roughly on my cock, mixed with him stretching me and resting on my prostate, his filthy sweet words in that salacious tone… It’s almost too much.
“Shh,” he shushes me. “I’m not gonna fuck your hole, Trevel.”
I whine, “Why not?”
“Stop talking and make yourself fucking come, baby.” He covers my hands with his, taking the one with the bottle of lube and pouring some onto my cock. Then he uses the other to guide mine, stroking with me.
“ Uhh , that’s so good,” I cry hoarsely. “If you come in me, I’ll come harder and faster.”
“Yea?”
“Fuck yea… Baby, you breeding my ass will set me off.”
“Okay, good, because I’m so close,” he groans, helping me jerk myself harder. But not much faster.
Honestly, it feels euphoric like this. Slow and steady, the rough movement of our hands—with his hips still, pelvis pressed hard into my cheeks. Our breaths are echoing off the walls of the small room.
Eventually, I let go of my dick, and he takes over, pumping it in his tight fist, growling into the crook of my neck.
“Fuck, Trevel , tell me you’re almost there,” he whines hoarsely. It nearly bursts my balls, just hearing him like that.
“Uh-huh,” I mewl. “I am… I’m about to—”
“M-make sure you don’t… spill a drop.” He shivers. “I want it all… in that… bottle— fuck , I’m gonna come, baby…”
“Ohh… Byron! Baby baby yes , fffucking… come in me!”
I have no clue how this keeps happening, but we’re coming together .
The second I feel him throbbing warmth inside me, my dick begins to shoot, uncontrollably .
Byron aims my cock, my jittery hand holding the opening of the lube bottle so that I can come into it.
Some dribbles over the side, but I use my fingers to push it in.
I’m surprised I’m even able to hold still enough to do this, or that he’s able to aim while we’re both shuddering, tightening and releasing. Moaning and breathing…
Coming. Together.
Bollocks… I’m obsessed with him.
There’s nothing else to say.
He’s… the one.
“How could you possibly know something like that already?”
Fuck you… Don’t try to distract me while I’m basking in this.
“Fuck yea.” Byron sighs, coarse and audibly sated as he runs his free hand up into my hair, petting me. “That was awesome.”
My hips wiggle. I feel all gushy inside, and I really like it. More than I should, I’m sure.
“Without a single pump,” I rasp. “Like a holiday for your hips.”
He snorts a laugh, taking the bottle from me and screwing the cap back on— all the while still inside me, by the way . Then he shakes it around.
“I can’t believe you actually did it,” he sneers.
“Can’t you?”
“Okay, I can.” He chuckles. “I wonder if they’ll be able to tell…”
“Doubt it,” I scoff. “I bet they’re so swept up in one another, they’d reach for just about anything.”
“I guess I can… understand that,” he says softly. I peek at him over my shoulder. “I’m just saying, if there was no lube around, I’d… find something to use.”
He seems to be getting fidgety all of a sudden, which has me grinning up a storm.
“Would you?” I grasp his jaw, turning over my shoulder.
He feels like he’s warming to it, awaiting the soft, hungry kiss I’m about to give him.
But he catches himself and pulls away before I can, clearing his throat. “Should I just… pull out?”
Despite the disappointment of him apparently not wanting to kiss me, my grin widens, and I shrug. “Fuck it. Let’s leave cum all over his bed.”
Byron gawks at me for a moment, a shy smirk taking over his lips in return. “You’re twisted.”
“So are you.”
“I know,” he hums. “I kinda like it.”
The feeling is mutual, gorgeous.
He pulls his softening dick out, leaving me feeling empty. After having him just resting in me for so long, not having him there anymore is unsettling. Like when you finally get a cast off. The loss feels unnatural.
I’m keeping my legs together like an instinct, until I remember myself and let it spill out… Onto Felix fucking Darcey’s nice comforter.
Cum-forter. Ha!
Take that, golden boy.
“Wow… we really just jizzed all over his room,” I grumble, and Byron laughs.
“Do you think they’re coming back?” He asks cautiously.
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
“Isn’t that weird? I mean, if Darcey doesn’t sleep here, then where the hell is he?”
Realization dawns. It smacks me right upside the head.
“Holy mother…” I gasp.
“What??”
“The Ivory Mansion…” I whisper. “That’s where Dr. Love lives…”
He lifts a brow. “So?”
“So… He must bring the bloke home with him. To the mansion.”
Byron looks bewildered. “You’re saying Dr. Love brings a serial killer out of the prison and back to the mansion? Where the Warden lives??”
“Bloody hell…” I shake my head, sifting through all of this. “He is brazen, I’ll give him that.”
Is that why Manuel doesn’t trust him? Because he so clearly can’t follow orders? Or is it because Dr. Love thinks he’s above everyone and everything.
I can see that, too. Easily.
Byron gulps visibly. “That’s completely fucked.”
“Simply covering his room in ejaculate isn’t enough,” I mumble while getting dressed. “We need to up the ante.”
“What are you talking about?” he asks, stepping into his pants.
“It’s our time, Raph.” I take his face in my hands. “How long are these two going to get away with everything? They think they own this place, but we can prove them wrong. We can get our revenge.”
He blinks at me before murmuring, “What… did you have in mind?”
My wicked grin is practically Cheshire. “Oh, sweet fury… Just you wait.”