Chapter Twenty-Three #2
Shai turns off the shower and gets us both towels. “Should I rebandage this?” he asks.
“It’s fine. I don’t care about that right now.” I only care about him. “Go get on my bed.” It’s my turn to take what I want.
Shai gives me a slow nod but does as I say.
He watches me, hand sliding up and down his fat cock, while I go to the bag I brought home earlier and pull out the thong.
Even from across the room, I see his pupils flare as I pull the red fabric up my legs.
They’re silky and soft, so fucking soft that I let out a moan at the feel of them against my heated skin.
The pouch doesn’t fit my hard, aching cock, but the back rests in my crease the way it’s supposed to.
“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Shai moves so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, cock jutting up, looking slick from his precum.
“I like the way they feel. I want to do something bad when I wear them.”
He chuckles. “How about tonight you just let me do you, and then we can figure something else out for another time.”
“I’m not complaining.”
He grabs the lube from the nightstand, slicking his hand and jerking his dick as I walk over to him.
“Turn around, Cherry. Let me see that pretty ass of yours.”
I do and smile when I hear him suck in a sharp breath. Shai’s hands go to my ass, kneading my cheeks, getting lube and precum on me, but I don’t care.
“God, I never knew I’d be into this,” he says.
“Me neither.”
“I want to hunt you when you’re wearing something like this,” Shai says, his voice huskier.
“That can be arranged.”
He turns me around and pulls me closer. I straddle his lap—something else I never saw myself doing—as we hungrily eat at each other’s mouths.
He palms my ass, me rutting against him, pushing my tongue between his lips, my hands in his hair, heart racing, my body and mind climbing higher and higher, excitement and need, pleasure and adrenaline, all creating a storm inside me.
“Get on your stomach,” Shai says in a near growl.
“Make me,” I tease, and he laughs, flipping us, careful of my arm, until I’m lying how he told me to, a pillow beneath my hips. The silk of the panties rubs against my dick, creating the most perfect friction, making me rut and fuck into the pillow.
“I’m so glad you were at the hotel that night.” Shai gets between my legs. “So glad I threatened you, robbed you, made you fucking obsessed with me.” He grabs my ass cheeks, pulling them apart.
“You’re obsessed with me as well. You chased that feeling I gave you, but you won’t ever find it anywhere but with me. I’ve ruined you for anyone else.”
“And I’ve ruined you too, Cherry.”
Shai bends over and bites my butt cheek.
He pushes the thong aside, just like he told me he would, then buries his face in my ass.
His tongue finds my hole, flicking and lashing at it.
Each time it rasps over my rim, electric sparks shoot up my spine.
It feels so fucking good, like nothing I’ve ever imagined, like every pleasure receptor in my body is right there in my hole and he’s playing each and every one of them skillfully.
My hands fist in the pillows. I know my arm must be hurting, but with so much adrenaline and now pleasure, I can’t feel anything other than the incredible sensations Shai is giving me.
At some point, I want to do this to him, want to eat him out and tongue-fuck his hole before I sink inside him.
Will we be able to fit it in before this is over?
He smacks my ass, runs his tongue up and down my crease, before zeroing in on my hole again. My dick is throbbing with need, my body tingling in this way I’ve never experienced with anyone but him. Is this it? Is this what Ollie feels?
Shai smacks my ass again, then pushes his tongue inside me. On reflex, my ass shoves back against his face, and then I fucking hump the pillow again, savoring the combination of his tongue in my ass and the silky fabric against my cock.
I want to come.
I want this to last all night.
All fucking week.
He really has ruined me, and it’s so fucking sweet.
Just when I think I’m about to bust my nut, Shai jerks his head back. “God, I need inside you. I’ll fucking die if I can’t sink my dick into your tight ass.”
“Fucking do it,” I order.
Shai groans hungrily, shoving onto his knees.
He doesn’t wait for me to move, doesn’t even tell me to, just turns me so I’m on my back, looking up at him, the pillow under my hips.
He slicks his fingers, gaze locked on mine as he pushes two inside.
I arch up and toward him, the tingling sensation in me growing, my body on fire but in a way that I want it to burn, that I would be willing to go up in flames for this moment to continue.
He goes from two fingers to three, but as amazing as it feels, it’s not enough. I need him, need his dick, need to feel split open by his cock, feel his piercing against my prostate until I shoot.
“Fuck me. Get your fat cock in me. I want it.”
“Be patient.”
“Fuck that. I’m good. I’m ready for you.”
I feel desperate for it, desperate for him, like I’ll come unraveled and never be whole again if he doesn’t fill me with his cock.
After the night we had, after thinking he would get hurt and the hunger I felt to fucking kill Bruce, then not knowing how Shai would respond, I need this connection, need to be grounded again.
“Fuck me, Shai!” I order, and I swear I see him practically shake with desire.
He pulls his fingers out of me, then tugs the panties off. I almost complain because I want to wear them, but he says, “I want to see your pretty cock while I fuck you,” and my world spins.
Shai slicks up his cock with lube, then pushes my legs back.
I won’t pretend I’m the most flexible guy around, but I’d bend myself in half if it was the only way I could have his dick.
Shai’s on his knees, cock against my rim, gaze on mine, his eyes holding me, feeling like they’re putting me in a trance, before slowly, so fucking slowly, starting to push in.
“Fuck,” I pant, breathing quickly.
“Are you okay? Did I not prep you enough?”
“No. I’m good. It’s just…” What is it? He’s looking at me, concern in those blue eyes of his.
He bites his lip, the head of his dick in my ass, but not moving, not giving me more.
It’s like…like I’m being swept away, like every single good moment I’ve ever had in my life is right there, within reach, the tips of my fingers brushing against it. “I need more,” I finally say.
Shai eases more of his cock into me, never taking his gaze off me. “You’re doing so good for me. That’s it. You can do it. You take my cock so well.”
My body relaxes, Shai able to work more of his dick inside me.
He pulls back some, then eases in, watching me like I’m this precious thing.
Like I’m more than just a killer, but he doesn’t seem to shy away from that part of me either.
Like he gets my quirks, gets all those bits and pieces inside me that make me stand out from everyone else.
Like he holds space for them, wants to nourish them.
All of that feeling builds within me, stronger, more potent, this unstoppable force, and when he finally slams all the way inside, then pulls back and does it again, it’s there, I feel it.
What Ollie had in that moment. I described it as blissed out before, and it is, but it’s also more…
like breathing or my heart beating, something my body needs to function.
Add the pleasure on top of that, the most delicious fucking pleasure possible…
“Fuck…more,” I beg.
He pulls back and slams into me again, over and over.
“God, what is it about you? I don’t fucking get it. Why does it feel so different?” Shai asks, echoing the questions playing in my head. I don’t have an answer, so instead I pull him on top of me, seal our lips together, slide my tongue into his mouth and kiss him while he fucks me so good.
How does Ollie ever get off Cillian’s dick if it feels this way? I want Shai inside me all the time, want to save this feeling, and every time shit gets twisted, every time I can’t find my way out of it, remember what this is like and let it lead me home.
Shai pulls back from my mouth, letting spit drop onto my aching erection.
I wrap my hand around my shaft, stroking while he fucks, while his piercing hits me in all the right places until I can’t hold back anymore—back bowed, mouth open, his name on my lips as I come, my release shooting up my stomach to land on my chest.
“Fuck, me too, baby,” Shai says, dick twitching in my ass as he unloads everything in his balls, filling me with his cum.
That was it. That’s the feeling I’ve been chasing.
He leans down, licking up my cum, then kissing me, before going back to my chest to get more for us to share.
What is happening to me?
What is changing?
I reach for him when Shai pulls out of me and gets off the bed.
“You’re a needy little thing. I’m not going far.” He comes back a few moments later with a wet cloth, cleaning me up before handing me two pain pills, which I take with water.
Shai turns out the light and climbs into bed with me, and the last thing I hear is, “You’re mine. I don’t care if you’re theirs too, but you’re mine,” before I drift to sleep.