Chapter Twelve #3
“Yes, Sir,” Schuyler whispered shakily, reaching behind himself to grab his ass and spread his cheeks open. He heard the chains holding Issac rattling and wondered how he was doing, but his mind was cloudy from Azrael.
“Oh, that’s good boy there.” Azrael released his grip on Sky’s throat and knelt, his hands sliding over Schuyler’s, helping to spread the cheeks further as he leaned in and buried his face between them.
Schuyler moaned loudly as Rae’s tongue swirled and slapped against his hole.
He gripped at the wall in front of him, trying to remain on his feet but weakening with every pass Azrael made.
Sparks fired off from one of the spires as Rae gathered a large amount of spit which he sent to the dildo—and to Sky’s hole.
Schuyler arched his back, his ass jutting out, grabbing the head of the dildo as he clenched around it.
Azrael thrust slightly, allowing Sky to take the lead.
He only let the head enter, moaning loudly as he did.
Azrael leaned forward; Schuyler tilted his head as they kissed and backed up on the dildo further.
Azrael laid the accent on thicker, slurring in Sky’s ear, urging him to let go, to give in.
“Why you holding back? ’Cause of him? ’Cause you care about him, yeah?
” Az spit into Schuyler’s mouth, and his eyes fluttered when he did.
Schuyler placed his hands against the wall.
At the same time, he backed his ass up and pulled his hole forward, taking more of the dildo in a single motion.
“Lover seein’ somethin’ new? Ain’t bottomed for him, no?” Rae’s hands grabbed Sky’s chest and throat, pulling him back. “Look at him, yeah.” Issac directed Schuyler’s head in the direction of Issac. “Lover enjoyin’ the show.”
Schuyler glanced up at Issac; a scowl sat upon the young man’s face, despite the full erection that was on display. Wetness glistened on the tip of his cock as he struggled against the straps.
Rae pushed Schuyler forward, forcing his head down, and causing him to breath coarsely as Azrael pushed into him. “Now, let go, like you used to. Let your lover watch all you can do.”
Schuyler’s mind went blank at the command; he was focused only on the joy of being penetrated.
He found Azrael’s rhythm and matched it, their thrusts soon in sync.
Schuyler threw his hips back with abandon, giving his entire self to Azrael as he pounded, the Cajun never letting his hips lose the newly found momentum.
Pushing Schuyler up against the wall, Azrael rammed harder, before taking Schuyler to the floor and placing him on all fours, angling his delicious ass up.
Schuyler’s breath smacked against the floor, which he didn’t care was dirty.
He didn’t care about anything at that moment other than Azrael being inside him.
Every thrust brought a rush of peace along with the pleasure.
Schuyler remained in the voracious bliss Azrael provided; the dildo filled him perfectly, and Rae knew how to hit every spot, firing off pleasure within Schuyler like he was a pinball machine.
“Raise it,” Azrael demanded.
Schuyler’s hands slid out in front of him, lowering his chest nearly to the floor. Pained whines crept into Schuyler’s deep, sensual moans, which made them all the more appealing to Azrael.
“Let go, I got you,” he growled, pushing Schuyler completely to the floor and stretching over him as he drilled deeper.
Schuyler howled, unleashing a torrent of pleasure-filled screams as he became brazenly vocal.
Azrael smiled as Schuyler begged for his cock, loudly, demanding to be fucked harder as his body writhed.
He threw his ass back as hard and as frequently as Azrael pumped into him.
Schuyler pushed down on his feet and flung himself up, spinning his body around while still on Azrael’s dick, circling one hundred and eighty degrees in a smooth motion until his back slammed against the floor.
Azrael slung Sky’s legs over his shoulders and growled, appreciative of Schuyler’s increased feral vigor.
His lower body rose to meet each of Rae’ thrusts, allowing them to push him back to the floor.
The slapping rivaled the sounds of welding around them; the crew never stopped working, raining sparks all around them.
His brown eyes, which both pleaded and demanded, locked on Azrael’s. “Fuck me,” Schuyler cried, as wrapped his arms under Azrael’s pits and clung to him.
Azrael pushed Schuyler down to the floor, leaning back and slowing his rhythm, knowing Sky was close. Schuyler’s arms flailed; he wasn’t sure where he wanted to rest his hands, the pleasure coursing through him kept him stupefied. His orgasm arrived hands free, showering his stomach.
Azrael bent forward and licked it up, coating his tongue and lips before kissing Schuyler. Azrael slid the harness off and Schuyler, with coated lips, dove between Rae’s legs and tongued him to orgasm.
The vial of cemetery dirt bounced around safely within the bubble trinket, just like the others, as Issac placed it in his pocket.
“Hope it worth it. Tho, ain’t no one gonna say this wasn’t a fun, damn time, yeah?” Rae called out as they briskly made their way to the exit. “Won’t be long before you’re back, Cher, not long at all.”
Schuyler exited the studio without a word. Once the door closed behind him, he inhaled deeply, clearing his nostrils of the lingering poppers with a blast of fresh air. Issac stood a few feet away, still mesmerized by the vial of dirt suspended in the bubble.
Was it worth it? The high of fantastic sex and a mind-blowing orgasm were wearing off and now shame reared its ugly head. He’d start beating himself up, hounding himself for breaking the vow he made to himself to never get that deep into Rae’s orbit again.
Was Issac worth this? Once the young man was gone, once Schuyler was alone without the distraction, all thoughts and urges would turn to Rae. Their connection strong, their ache for each other unending.
Did I do this because I wanted to?
He still wasn’t sure. Part of him wanted Rae inside him again; part of him never wanted to see the Cajun nightmare again.
“Are you okay?” Issac asked as he cautiously moved closer. “Is there anything I can do?”
Was there? Schuyler wasn’t sure what he needed.
“Food,” Schuyler announced.”