Chapter 12 Iris
Iris
He’s back on top of me before I can continue to tell him how much I want him. How I can’t wait to feel him slide inside of me. How I want him to fuck me so hard I can’t walk for days.
Basil grips my legs, spreading them wide and angling them up toward my head as he settles between them.
I’m sure I’ll have bruises tomorrow from where his fingers dig in on the inside of my thighs, but at this moment, I don’t care.
All I want is for him to fill me up. And fuck, the idea of taking both his dicks at the same time…
let’s just say my cunt is so wet that he won’t have any problem sliding in.
Lining the head of his top cock with my pussy, he pushes the other one down a little so it will slide between my ass cheeks. Thank god I’ve already come twice, and I’m so turned on that there’s already so much natural lube down there for him to slide around in.
“Take a breath, Iris.”
I do. As I go to exhale, he pushes in, and I see stars. Delicious, sparkling stars. He starts slow, allowing my body to adjust to the stretch as he fills me. He’s only got one dick in me, and I’ve never felt so full. I can’t imagine what two will feel like, and yet, at the same time, I can’t wait.
“That’s it, petal.”
I love it when he calls me that. It makes me feel delicate and soft, something I don’t usually feel as a plus-sized woman. And seeing the desire in his eyes, well, it spreads a heat throughout my body that I haven’t felt in a long time.
I wince as he fully seats himself, pressing his pelvis against me before he grinds into my cunt.
The motion makes direct contact with my sensitive clit, sending shockwaves up my body.
My nipples harden and my back arches as I push back against him, seeking more.
Only he takes it away as quickly as it occurred, withdrawing his cock before slamming it back into me.
The jolt as he seats himself again is fucking delicious alongside the sensation of his other cock sliding between my ass cheeks.
He withdraws again and repeats the action, each time making my head swim and my tits bounce.
“Harder,” I command.
He listens without hesitation. Picking up the speed and intensity. Each stroke like lightning in my veins. It doesn’t take long for the tension to build in my core again, and with another slam into my cunt I’m falling into bliss.
“Yes. Basil. Fuck. Give. It. To. Me.”
Thrust.
I scream out his name, coming harder than I ever have before.
I don’t even have time to come down before he’s flipping me over onto my stomach, and his thumb is pressing into my asshole. A low guttural groan escapes me as he pushes it in. He continues thrusting, and his lower dick rubs against my clit so perfectly that it has me cresting again already.
After a moment, his thumb is replaced with a finger. I hear him gargle behind me and then spit. The wad of saliva lands on my hole, and he pushes it in, using it as additional lube.
“Table. Lube,” I manage to say between moans. My body is entirely his to do as he wants at this point. All rational thought has left the building, and I am nothing but bliss as I come again, clenching his cock in my pussy.
He leans over far enough to find the lube on my nightstand. The bottle pops open, and then the cold liquid coats me. The bottle flies somewhere behind me, and he slides a finger back in, then adds another. The stretch is painful, but not uncomfortably so.
As I come down from yet another orgasm, he pulls his cock from my pussy.
I unintentionally whine, feeling so empty without him.
But only for a moment. He grips my hips with one hand and uses the other to line up both his cocks.
He pushes forward slowly again, and I feel my ass stretch around his top cock as the bottom one enters my pussy at the same time.
Fuck me. If I thought I was full before, this has nothing on that.
The feeling as my body stretches around him is unimaginable. He fills me so completely, it’s as if I were made for him. It’s deliciously painful, and I’m so full I could burst.
He continues to edge into my ass slowly, giving it time to adjust, and another guttural moan escapes me. I feel as though I’m on another plane. My essence just floats above us, watching as everything happens.
He seats himself again. Waiting patiently for me to relax more into it. After a few deep breaths, I nod.
“Fuck you’re perfect. Such a good girl, taking all of my dicks.”
Oh god.
He withdraws again slowly, taking his time now, drawing out all of the sensations. Every nerve ending I have is on fire. Pure ecstasy flows through me as he thrusts back into me. More purposeful and intentional now. Not the ragged hunger from before.
“You feel so fucking good.” He growls behind me, gripping my hips hard as he thrusts again. “Too good. I’m not gonna last much longer.”
“Fill me up. Make me drip.”
He roars from behind, shaking the walls with his sound.
He pumps again. And again. And again.
I feel his cocks twitch inside me as he comes, filling my ass and pussy to the brim. As he withdraws, his fluids begin to run down my leg, and it is at that point that I know I will never be able to be without him.
I am falling for the Boogeyman.
I wake a few hours later, curled against the monster that has wormed his way into my heart. Okay, maybe wormed is the wrong term. He’s fucked his way into my heart.
I recognize that these feelings floating around my head and heart are certainly amplified by the sheer number of orgasms he gave me.
And I can’t ignore how complete he makes me feel when he fills me up with both of his cocks, but with my head resting on his shoulder and my hand splayed across his stomach, I can’t help but think that this just feels right.
“Good evening,” he rumbles, his voice thick with sleep.
I sigh contentedly while pressing against him. “What time is it?”
I hear his head turn as he looks toward my alarm clock on the nightstand. “Almost seven o’clock.”
Holy shit. We fucked and slept the entire day away.
A slow grin stretches across my face. I can’t say I’m complaining.
He reaches under my chin with his index finger, tilting my head up toward him. He kisses my lips softly. Our eyes meet, and it confirms everything that’s been bouncing around in my brain.
This Boogeyman is mine.
I need him as much as I need air and water.
My desire for him is all-consuming, and as hard as it is to wrap my mind around, I know it’s true. Despite how the last twenty-four hours have gone.
From him waking me in my sleep and being terrified of the monster looming over me. To getting to know him and be with him. It’s all led to here. Yet, even so, those three little words will not make their way beyond my lips.
Why?
Because I also know that he will not be staying in Hollybrook.
He has a whole world to take care of. A whole life beyond me and whatever connection we have.
I can’t say those three words to someone who won’t be staying around.
Someone I’ll never see again. I’m okay with having a broken heart.
I can make it through that. But what I can’t do is give my heart to someone else who isn’t able to give me theirs in return.
“What’s wrong, petal?” He asks, wiping away a stray tear as it runs down my cheek.
“Just thinking about you leaving.”
He chuckles. “Am I that bad a lover?”
Heat rises up my neck, thinking about all the ways he made me come and how hard. I’ve never experienced sex like that, and heaven knows I can’t wait to feel it again. “Not at all, Basil. You are, by far, the best lover I’ve ever had.”
“Then what’s the problem?” He asks, shifting and turning his body toward me so he can wrap me in his arms.
Home.
“Well, you still need to go home. We have to open the portal. You won’t be staying here,” I respond, leaving the unspoken with me hanging between us.
“Love, I have no plans of ever parting from you.”
Oh.
“Let us figure out the portal, and then we can figure out us.”
A faint glimmer of hope blooms in my chest.
Us. There’s an us.