And wait. Is that a cock?
He’s a lot taller than me, as most people are. But judging by the angle of his hands and his lips on my neck and the feel of him pressed against my back, he’s decided to materialise as only slightly taller than me. Or decided not to bother forming below the knees.
Whatever. The point is, despite our height difference, right now our groins are pretty level. And I swear that’s a cock pressing against my ass cheeks.
I wasn’t sure if shadow men had cocks. I haven’t been able to get Adam to share all the deets, and it felt wrong to ask the prince himself, mostly because Hex would grin and offer to pull down his pants, and that would make Adam uncomfortable.
I shake my head. I’m going to stop thinking about my best friend while I’m getting down and dirty.
I’m going to think about the very hard cock pressing into my ass cheeks. It feels like a very nice cock. And it means Dis is aroused right now. This isn’t just feeding for him. He is enjoying this. Enjoying me.
A shudder wracks my body. My ass pushes back even harder. Oh my, that really is a nice cock. Big, and I’ve always been a size queen. Oh fuck. I want it. I want Dis’s cock to rearrange my guts.
With a cry, I come. Hard. My lungs seize, my muscles clench. I judder and spasm while my mind spins and floats.
Dis holds me through it all. I feel him absorbing my ecstasy. Like a sponge soaking up water. Euphoria flows out of me and into him.
His hand never stops teasing my cock through the silk. He slows, eases the pressure, but doesn’t stop.
It’s too much. I’m oversensitive now. I squirm and try to step away from him.
An arm snakes around my waist, tightens, and holds me in place.
“You agreed to three times, Little Witch,” he whispers in my ear.
I shiver. “You promised to use your tongue.”
“I intend to,” he rumbles. “Do you intend to uphold your end of our agreement?”
I force a swallow down my throat, it’s hard to remember how all my muscles work. “I…um…yes.” I fall still. Stop squirming. Start surrendering.
Dis chuckles, the sound tickling my ear. “Good boy.”
I hiss. This motherfucker… but then suddenly I’m yelling. Warm, wet heat is suckling on one of my swollen and engorged nipples. Dis has swirled around to my front and is sucking on my nipple. The pleasure is profound. There are no more thoughts.
Only joy.
Chapter 14
Kindness is for Losers
TheTescoLocalonCheltenham Road is mercifully quiet at this hour, which suits me perfectly because I am doing my absolute best not to think about last night and the catastrophic choices I’ve been making with my life, and quiet helps with that.
I grab a basket and move through the aisles with purpose. Bread. Milk. Pasta, because apparently I’m making a lot of pasta lately for reasons I’m absolutely not thinking about. Chamomile tea, because I haven’t been sleeping properly and I need some help. I throw in some nice biscuits without really examining why, and then stand in the middle of the cereal aisle staring at nothing for a moment while my brain does something complicated and uncomfortable.
I am not thinking about it.
I grab some granola. Move on.
Actually, I’m also not thinking about the fact that when I left the flat, Dis was already watching television. Not just watching it. Studying it. Leaning forward on the bare floorboards with an expression of intense focus, likedaytime TV was a military intelligence briefing he needed to memorise. I’m not entirely sure he’s capable of stopping at this point.
It’s fine. It’s keeping him occupied. It’s not a problem.
The Easter display has colonised an entire end of an aisle, all pastel colours and chocolate eggs and cheerful spring nonsense. I normally find Easter displays irritating. Too relentlessly perky. The kind of aggressive happiness that makes me want to wear more black on principle.
But something catches my eye on the bottom shelf.
Bunny ears. The fluffy pink kind, on a little headband, clearly meant for children’s Easter costumes. They’re absurd. They’re embarrassing. They’re exactly the right shade of pink to clash magnificently with everything.
