Sure enough, a bead of precum leaks from my slit. He brushes the barrel over the tip of my crown, then brings it to my lips. Just like that time all those years ago. And just like that time, I stick out my tongue and lick my precum off his gun.
“Fuck,” he groans behind me. “I forgot how fucking hot you look doing that.”
“Now let me go,” I say in a breathless whisper.
He chuckles again as he forces my head to the side and licksup the side of my neck. “Keep begging. I fucking love it.”
Then he bites. Fuckinghard. Hard enough to have me screaming out and cutting my nails even deeper into his skin. As he sucks on my neck, I feel something warm and wet on my fingertips. He releases his teeth and yanks his head back sharply like he’s having to stop himself from eating me alive.
He meets my gaze in the mirror. “Fuck, I missed you.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
The glint in his eyes just gets brighter.
Completely ignoring the fact that he’s bleeding—only a little; I should definitely trade up for claws—he wrestles me around again. Facing me toward the bed, he shoves me so that I go tumbling onto the mattress. I scramble forward, but my legs are already like jelly, not wanting to get under me. I end up clawing at the sheets to try to pull myself toward the other side of the bed.
Whether it’s Reese’s hands or the shadow’s, I’m not even sure. But one of them grabs me by the ankles and hauls me back.
We once played a game where the shadows blindfolded me and I had to guess which one of them was touching me, them or Reese.
I came twice.
And since then, Reese has gotten even better at making both of their touches feel the same.
I keep fighting, trying to crawl forward as the same hands—or maybe different ones—grab my ass. Turning my head, I peer over my shoulder and barely get a glimpse of Reese spreading my cheeks and staring hungrily at my hole before the shadows shove the side of my face into the sheets. They wrap around my wrists and pull them up over my head, holding me in place.
Reese’s tongue sweeps all the way from my balls up my crease, and a strangled moan leaves my throat. I’m utterly powerless as he does it again and again.
Well, not really. But I may as well be.
His warm, wet tongue swirls around my rim, applying pressure. He buries his face between my cheeks, going at me as eagerly as the first time he rimmed me. And every other time since.
I may have awakened a monster.
I let myself give into it, sinking into the bed and not even attempting to hold back my moans and whimpers and whatever else kind of noises are coming out of me. My cock is trapped beneath me, but all I’m focused on is the pleasure Reese’s mouth is giving me.
It’s gone too soon, but when it’s replaced by slick fingers pressing inside me, my body shivers in anticipation.
“Fuck, I’m never leaving this ass for three days again.”
“Just my ass?” The words come out mumbled, but I can’t be bothered to give a fuck. “What, are you going to take it with you?”
Somehow, he understands me.
“If I have to.”
He fucks me roughly with his fingers long enough that everything starts to feel wonderfully fuzzy. The shadows around my wrists wrap their way up my arms, feeling like silky rope. Then, without warning, Reese’s fingers are gone, and the shadows pull, dragging me further onto the bed so that Reese can settle between my legs behind me. It reminds me to fight against them, even though, despite all my struggling, they barely stir.
Reese grips my ass with one hand, spreading my cheeks again. Then his cock is there, the blunt head of it rubbing up and down my crease, smearing around lube, teasing my hole.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, my cock’s going to be the only thing you can think about in your next meeting.”
Like it’s already not?
And why the fuck would that be a threat?
But he wants me to beg him, and I’m more than willing.
