12. The dark has teeth #2
“Aye... It’s okay...” I whisper. It’s more than okay, in fact.
He grins. “Good. Just lie back and let me feast on you.”
I let out a shaky breath, blessing the day Lucifer deflated my air mattress.
James trails kisses along my shaft, his warm breath tickling my skin, before swallowing the head.
My hips buck, and his fingers dig into the muscles of my thighs.
He’s so... good at this. He begins slow, by licking and sucking, then takes more of me, until his head is bobbing and his right hand jerks me in rhythm. At this rate, I won’t last long.
“James... Let me...”
He puts his other hand over my mouth to silence me, then looks up at me, lips wet with spit. “You don’t have to do anything but enjoy yourself this morning. I love having you at my mercy.” He grins again. “I take great pleasure in making you writhe under me.”
Oooooh god...
He dives down again, swallowing me, and I reach for his head reflexively, then hesitate.
He grabs my hand and places it in his hair, giving me permission.
His raven-black hair is soft and straight, so different from mine.
It feels amazing between my fingers and against my legs.
The silver piercings on his ears glint in the gray light of the rainy day.
James' blowjobs are incredible and almost aggressive, in a good way of course. He sucks and swallows and rakes his nails along my legs. He drags me to the edge, so close to an orgasm, then pulls back and squeezes my balls to stop me from coming. Then while I tremble and struggle to breathe, he leaves hickeys on the tender skin of my inner thighs. No one will see them, but I can’t help but to be pleased that he’s marking me.
His actions often feel possessive, like when we went out the other night, and I can’t stop myself from loving it.
I shouldn’t, he isn’t mine and I’m not his, but the feeling creeps on me anyway.
“Mmm, you taste fucking amazing,” he says.
My cock bucks against his lips, blood pulsing through my erection. The tip is swollen and wet. I can’t stop watching him sucking me. I can’t stop imagining sucking him again, but he won’t let me escape his clutch. To be honest, I’m not sure I even want to escape it.
James lowers his face and sucks my balls into his hot mouth. I mewl. I’m unable to stop making embarrassing noises, but he seems to enjoy it.
He keeps licking, until I feel his tongue reach lower, towards my ass. I arch my back on the bed, the sensation surprising and foreign, but oh so, so good.
James looks up, eyes glinting with predatory focus. “Do you enjoy getting rimmed?”
My eyes widen, and I freeze like a deer caught in headlights. I would give anything for him to do that again, but I can’t find the courage to say it.
James studies me for a moment. “Ewan. You got your ass eaten before, right?”
After a long pause, I give a small shake of my head.
I had a few boyfriends, but all of them wanted me to be the dominant one in the relationship.
I tried my best to fit their expectations.
I fucked them hard and bent them over tables and pleased them, but in the end, I could only pretend to be someone I’m not for so long, and we drifted apart.
I could never express how I felt or ask for what I wanted.
I don’t know how to stop being a people pleaser.
And anyway, where would I find someone who wants me to submit instead of dominate?
In the ghost hunting business, apparently.
James smiles. “Just nod if you want to try, and I’ll do the rest. I’ll do filthy things to you, but I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy them. And if you want me to stop, just say it. Okay? I promise I won’t be pissed. There are many ways to have fun, and they’re all valid.”
I nod. Of course I want him to give me a rim job. I want it so much my body is about to combust. Maybe the ExorSquad contract was unto something with the whole spontaneous combustion thing.
James grins. “Get on your stomach, Ewan.”
He helps flipping me over like a horny pancake.
My face is on fire but it helps that I can hide it in the pillow.
He pulls my boxer briefs all the way down and gets rid of them.
I burn with self-consciousness for a moment, butt naked, but then I feel his lips on my skin, and my brain implodes.
He licks my perineum, from balls to ass crack, then his tongue nudges my hole, and my eyes roll back.
This is better than I imagined. It’s the pinnacle of physical sensations.
“Ja—James!”
He takes it for what it is, a plea, and he buries his face between my cheeks and devours me.
I lose it. I push my ass against his face, unable to control myself. He’s french kissing my hole, and it’s the best feeling known to humanity. His warm tongue pushes through the ring of muscle, wet and slippery, and oh my god I’m going to come!
I must have said that last part out loud because he relents with a chuckle and slides a hand under me to squeeze my cock. I whine, all the blood rushing down to my hard-on.
“Try to delay your orgasm, handsome,” he says. “I want to see you cry again today.”
I gasp in the pillow. He’s going to be the death of me. Death by rimjob, that one wasn’t included on the ExorSquad contract...
He dives back with his tongue, and he has me humping the bed in no time. He wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to feast on me. He’s... He’s...
James is amazing, and I want to let him do everything to me.
Tears of joy and pleasure well-up to the surface. I was always ashamed of being a cry-baby, so my first impulse is to swallow them down and pretend I’m not affected. But then he says, “I’ll use my fingers now,” and I let out a sob.
Fingers aren’t new. I finger myself often in the quiet of my small flat in Edinburgh. I even own a dildo that I keep well hidden at the bottom of my underwear drawer. I bottomed for two of my past boyfriends, they weren’t entirely against the idea, even if they preferred the other way around.
But just thinking about James wanting to do it to me... I sob again and push my ass in the air.
“You’re such a good boy,” he says. I can’t see his face, but his voice is deeper than usual. I think he’s enjoying this as much as I am. “You’re so damn perfect.”
I moan.
Then he does something deliciously filthy: he spits on my hole.
Holy..!
“We don’t have lube, so I’ll just play a little with you today.”
I feel the tip of his finger nudging my ass, then seconds later his tongue again. He’s fucking me with his tongue and fingers. I’m the happiest man alive.
And also a man about to come.
“James, I—”
“Try to hold it for as long as possible, but if you can’t it’s alright. I want to feel you squeeze my fingers as you come.”
I sob again. “But—I want you to...”
“Yes?” he pushes his fingers deeper.
My whole body is on fire. “Fu—Fuck me...”
He hums. “Oh I'd love that, you have no idea. My cock is so hard right now, it’s leaking all over the sheets.” Just hearing him say that almost makes me come right now.
Did he pull his cock out of his boxer briefs?
“But we don’t have lube, so I won’t fuck you today.
It’s okay, I want to take my time with you.
Just enjoy the ride.” And he once again buries his face between my ass cheeks.
You best believe I’m enjoying the ride. I push my ass back as he fucks me with his fingers and his tongue, until I give a shout and I’m coming all over the bed. He strokes me to the very last drop with his hand, uttering the sweetest dirty talk to me.
By him, I am undone.
I fall on the bed, brain completely disconnected and body floating in a blissful haze. Behind me, I feel James moving erratically. I moan again when I realise he’s jerking himself off. His breathing is ragged, and seconds later I feel his warm cum land on my ass. He’s covering me with his release.
“Yes... yes...” I chant, using the last of my lustful energy to push against him.
He moans, too. “Fuck, you’re so perfect...” Then he stops shaking and he drags his hand in the wetness on my ass. “I just want to push my cum inside you...”
I nod vigorously. “You can...”
He growls. “Don’t tempt me to keep going...”
But I feel his wet finger enter me. Oh wow, he’s really fingering me with his cum. My cock gives a happy twinge. Maybe we could use it as lube and...
A loud knock echoes in the room and we both freeze.
“Guys?” comes Shirley’s voice from outside. “Breakfast is ready. Come eat with us?”
After a pause, James says, “Alright! Coming.” Then he snorts quietly, realising what he just said.
We wait until the sound of her footsteps has receded before bursting out laughing.
“Why does it feel like we’re teenagers almost getting caught by a parent?” he says, kissing the top of my head.
I laugh. “It really does.”
“We need a quick shower. We reek of sex and we’re sticky.”
“And we’ll need to wash the sheets today,” I mumble, trying not to kneel in the wet spots.
He catches me as I get out of bed, my legs shaking. I’m entirely naked and covered in cum, and he’s only wearing his boxer briefs, a wet spot at the front. He pulls me into another kiss, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. I’m so fucked, literally and figuratively.
We make quick work of showering—in separate stalls this time, as we aren’t the only ones using the communal showers at this hour—then run downstairs, two cats zooming between our legs.
There is a gloom in the staff kitchen that even our good mood can’t pierce. Lana and Shirley’s eyes are heavy with lack of sleep and worry, and I feel bad for enjoying myself this morning.
“The others have agreed to manage the hostel while we take a break,” Shirley explains. She nursing a giant mug of black coffee.
Lana is smothered by four cats. Two on her lap and two at her feet. Seeing them whole and healthy reassures me after last night.
“I’ll call our boss now,” James says, all mirth evaporated.