He lets out a breath and says, “No.”
“Good.”
Withdrawing my fingers, I rise up on my knees, take my dick in my hand, and line my head up with his hole. With my other hand pressing down on his lower back, I slowly start pushing my way inside. He’s really fucking tight, but after a few almosts and reminders for him to relax, my crown finally slips past his rim. At the same time, the shadows in my ass swell. Our collective groan fills the room, and I swear I see all those same colors as I did when I died. It’s fucking beautiful.
I push my way in another couple inches. “Fuck, your ass even feels perfect.”
“So does yours.”
Maybe I’m just too lost in the feel of him, of the pleasure already zapping through my spine. Because I’m not quite sure I understand what he’s saying, if he’s talking about the time he fucked me or what the hell he means.
“What?”
His eyelashes flutter across his cheeks as he keeps his eyes closed, breathing steadily through his nose. “Did you know I can feel through them?”
Oh.
Woah.
“You can? What…” I groan just at the thought of the answer to my question. “What does it feel like?”
“It feels—” He’s cut off by a moan from both of us when I slide in another inch and his shadows in my ass swell even more. “Fuck. It feels like I’m filling you while you fill me.”
I’ve always seen his shadows as an extension of him, but maybe it’s deeper than that. Not an extension exactly, morelike a piece of him that now exists on the outside, within the darkness. A part of him died and never returned to his body, lost to the shadows forever.
Not that I’m fucking complaining.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
Those words come out somewhere between a whimper and another moan as I glue my eyes to the place where we’re connected, where my dick is slowly,slowlyfilling him because I’m making sure I treasure every fucking inch. And also because I don’t want to miss a thing the shadows are doing to my ass. The deeper I go into Reese’s, the deeper they go too.
I’d say I’m jealous, but if his shadows really arehim, then I’m feeling what he’s feeling too.
Reese’s eyes open, and our gazes lock over his shoulder. His eyes are heavy with arousal, his back heaving with it. When he speaks, his voice is full of it too, a deep, steady growl.
“You want the shadows to fuck you hard, little menace?”
A whine slips out as I nod.
“Then you better fuck hard too.”
I snap my hips forward, burying my cock inside his ass until my hips are flush with his skin. His back arches more as a cry rips up my throat when the shadows slam into my prostate.
I end up a split second away from coming.
“Fuck!” I shout as I go still and grip Reese’s hips tight, trying really fucking hard not to spill inside him before he can come too.
Reese is panting, his fists gripping the sheets beneath him. It’s surreal to see him like this, to be the onemakinghim like this. I don’t think it hit me until just now what it really means for him to let me take control of his body in this way.
No one else willeverfucking have this kind of power of him.
Only me.
As soon as the immediate threat of an orgasm I’m not readyfor has passed, I pull almost all the way out. The shadows in my ass do too, and then at the same time, we drive back in, both of us letting out a sharp cry this time.
Draping myself over Reese’s back, I keep going, rutting into him as I hold myself up with my hands on either side of him.
We move together. We make noises together. We fuck together.
