24. Chapter 24 #3
“I've been prepping with a butt plug all week.” He whispers.
“You…Cassie, fuck…You’re so perfect.” I curl myself up to kiss his lips. Our tongues dance and an overwhelming crash of emotion hits me out of nowhere. “Did you like how it felt?”
“It hurt at first…but then it felt really good.”
I melt at his omission. “You're going to really love this then.”
Dipping my finger out, I slowly push two fingers into his ass until he's taken them fully. Crooking them as I move them back and forth, I find that special spot inside him that feels different and he nearly shoots off the bed.
“Fuuucccckk! Miley, Baby, what are you doing to me?” He writhes on top, pushing his ass back onto my fingers. I pick up the pace, hitting his prostate over and over again. “That feels so good, don't stop.”
Chuckling, I rest my free hand behind my head and just watch him grinding himself on my fingers. “You look so hot, Baby. You're fucking gorgeous. An Adonis.” He looks blissed out is what he looks, breaking our eye contact to throw his head back.
“I could come like this.” He moans.
“I'm going to use three fingers.” I tell him, before pushing a third into him slowly.
I scissor out my fingers to loosen him, but he's clearly done a good job prepping all week before his muscles are completely relaxed.
There's only a small resistance, but with how he's moaning it's because he's close to coming.
Shortening my thrusts so I don't hit his prostate, I stroke his jaw with my other hand, getting him to look at me. He'd closed his eyes, completely away with pleasure.
“Condoms?”
He shakes his head. “I don't want to use one. Are you clean?”
I nod, clearing my throat. “Yeah, I got tested right after the last time I had sex. I'm clean. It's been a long time…”
He nods too, stroking his palms up and down my chest. “I’m clean too, I got tested and I’ve never not used a condom,” He pants. “My ass is all yours. Fuck me.”
I could come untouched just by his words.
“You're going to kill me Cassie.”
He smirks, being the inked reaper I love. My sassy boy who wants to please me and put me in an early grave all at the same time.
“Fuck me good and I won't have to.”
I slap the side of his ass cheek and he preens, gasping and slamming himself down on my fingers still in him.
“The mouth on you.”
He smiles down at me, knowing I clearly love it. Taking my fingers out once he's prepped enough, I grab the bottle of lube again from beside us and squirt it directly onto my dick. I also let it dribble onto his hole.
“That's cold!” He squirms, which quickly turns into a hoarse moan as I rub it around his rim and then work my hand down my shaft. I'm dripping precum and so is Cass; it pools onto the blonde hairs trailing down my pubis. So fucking hot.
Not wanting to wait any longer, I align the head of my cock with his perfect hole and push in just the head. He gasps as it inches past his ring of muscle, furrowing his eyes shut.
Running my fingers that weren't just in him up the bridge of his nose, I massage between his brows, using comforting words and then rubbing my thumb over his jaw. “Want to light check?”
“I don't know what that is.” He grits out, and I continue to rub circles into his skin.
“Next time. You ok? We can stop.”
Opening his eyes finally, he shakes his head with determination. “No, don't stop. Please, more.”
Trailing my hand back down, I rest both my hands on his hips and slowly thrust up, working my dick into his body inch by inch.
Moving out and in, I tell him to breathe, making my exhales more prominent so that he follows my breathing.
Cass does, the blissed out glaze returning to his eyes as he takes me to the hilt.
“That's it, right there. You're doing so good Baby, taking all of me. Look at you, my fucking good boy.” He preens under the praise and moans like I'm the first hit of water after being stranded for days.
It's not ridiculous because that's how I feel being inside him.
His tight hole is choking my dick, the warm channel the only place it wants to ever visit again.
I wonder if he'd be into the whole cock warming thing, because I can't imagine leaving. I don't want to.
“M-move.” He begs.
I let out a low warning chuckle and the glaze clears from his eyes, his focus intensely zoned in on me as he comes to terms with what's happening.
“Sweetheart,” I coo, stroking his cheek and then his jaw.
I drag my nail down to his neck, teasing all of my fingers along his collar bone before both my hands take him by the waist. “You're not the one in control.” It’s the last thing I say before I start to jack hammer up into him, and he cries out.
It turns into loud moans, his nails clawing at my chest and I welcome the pain.
“Miles, fuck, yes, more! Harder.”
I oblige, holding him to bounce him up and down on my dick. His eyes are unfocused, completely blissed and his mouth is open on a silent moan.
“You feel so good, so perfect. I'm not gonna last.” I tell him, already feeling the lick of pleasure up my spine, my entire body on fire.
The slick noise of our bodies coming together, a sheen of sweat all over me and his juicy ass hitting my balls edges me even closer.
“”Touch yourself.” I command.
His hand grasps his leaking red dick and he tugs it roughly, choking on a sob as he starts to tense. I see it in how his muscles tremble, his thighs tighten and his hole pulses around my dick.
“Cassie, my love, fuck this–this, is so good. I'm coming, fucking take it.” I drop him down hard, impaling him onto my cock. Once, twice, and then I start to spray ropes of cum into him.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” he moans repeatedly, before thick warmth splashes all over my chest.
Lungs heaving, he collapses forward onto me, not caring about the sticky mess between us.
Running my fingers through the damp curls at his temples, I kiss the side of his head, stroking and whispering words of praise as we both come down from the highest height of pleasure.
I tell him how good he did, how perfect he felt.
How he made me so happy, how gorgeous he looked.
I whisper all the things I want to do to him and that I'm so honoured he let me have his first time.
Like a sated kitten, he nestles his face into my neck, kissing and licking at my sweat.
He runs a hand through my hair and I've never felt so fucking happy in my entire life.
This…This is beyond what I could imagine two humans could experience together.
I love him, I really fucking love him so much.
Biting my lip to hold back tears, I clear my throat, focusing on his health instead of my emotions.
“How is your head?”
He groans, “No complaints.”
I laugh, shaking the silly bugger. “Seriously, do you feel ok?”
He yawns, nodding, but keeping pressed tightly into my arms. I let us both come back down before making him shift off of me, my softening dick falling out of him. He winces, slowly sitting up, but I bring him back into me as I sit up too.
“Butt hole ok?”
He winces, “Shut up, don’t ever say butt hole again.”
Smirking like the devil, I raise one eyebrow. “Want another word? How about starfish, rectum, backdoor, anus, sluttyhole–” He smacks his palm into my face, as I manically laugh.
“Shut up.”
“Wow, when did you get so mouthy? I want a refund.”
Rolling his eyes, Cassie gently presses against me and gives my waiting lips a kiss.
“Shower?” He nods, looking down at our bodies covered in cum.
Taking my hands, we help each other get off the bed and he grabs two towels from the back of his door. Walking behind him, I give his butt a little playful slap and kiss the middle of his neck as we waddle to the bathroom.
“This is so unglamorous.” He whines, our laughter following us until it turns into steamy moans as I make us cum again in the shower.
My housemates are asleep when I make it back, but I don’t plan on joining them in slumber.
Sitting on the end of my bed, I slump forward, chin resting in my palm as I stare down at my phone.
I study his profile; Inkedreaper. He’s almost at one hundred thousand followers, but I scroll past his bio and look over the thumbnails for each thirst trap he’s posted.
There's a pattern, similar to mine and if you compared both our socials, it could tell a story.
Our videos push and pull one another, responses, ways to hit back.
If he posts a new angle I copy it. If I goad him in a caption, he hit back tenfolds.
Some followers notice and beg for us to collaborate on content, even paid.
We never let it get that far though, and now it needs to come to an end.
Scrolling back up to the paper plane icon, I open our chat and decide to do the only thing I can think of right now.
Opening my gallery, I scroll through my photos and select one of myself in just my boxers, my blonde waves and face visible, peaking out over the ghostface mask as I hold it up.
I add another that I took the night I blindfolded him and sucked his dick; the blue in my eyes twinkling like a thrilling storm.
You can clearly see I’m in between his legs, his tied hands over my neck.
Just to doom myself further, I attach the outtake version of the video.
This one isn’t focused on his muscles contracting, it shows his face as he lets me devour his body, the side of my face visible as I take his dick in one clip.
I hit send.
Sniffling as I feel a build up behind my eyes, I type out two messages.
@Yourghostboy: I love you, baby.
I’m sorry.