God damn it, how does a near stranger, someone whohasto have a really fucked-up psychology since he’s a murderer… How does he see me better than someone I was with for so long?
How does he read me like I’m an open book when I’ve made it a point my entire life to keep all my feelings to myself?
“I don’t… I mean… I didn’t think people liked…”
His gaze goes dark as realization seems to hit him.
“Someone told you not to make noise, right?” The barely contained anger in his voice makes my stomach clench.
Trevor said he didn’t like my face when I felt good, that my noises were distracting. It was easy to forget that when we were in the shower, or when I was on my knees for him. It was easy to forget a lot of things with Streeter… but now, with him looking at me…
My body had just gone back into the habit I’d formed for so long.
“I’m sorry.”
He withdraws his fingers and I open my mouth to tell him please don’t, that I’ll do whatever he wants as long as he keeps touching me… but then they thrust back inside me and my entire body squirms with the fullness, with the way he twists his hand around my cock again and gives the head a stroke with his thumb, drawing a shudder from me.
“Fuck that bullshit Trevor told you,” he growls. God, wejustmet but it’s like he’s in my head. “You’re mine now.” He rocks his fingers into me again, pegging that sensitive place over and over again until I’m panting. “Only mine. Don’t you fucking dare hold back, Hummingbird. Sing for me—let me hear it.” He leans down as he says it, taking my nipple between his greedy lips and biting down. He groans the next word against my sensitive skin. “Make mefeelit. It gets me off.”
“Oh, God…” I can’t help the declaration any more than I can help the low moan that finally tears from my throat when he flexes his fingers inside me again, slipping a third in alongside the first two.
I’ve never felt so full in my life, and I know this isn’t even all of it.
“That’s right.” He crooks his fingers and rubs against my prostate and my eyes nearly cross. “Give me more, sweet Hummingbird. Got my dick so fucking hard just listening to you.”
From the husky tone in his voice and the way his hips cant gently against the bed like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, I have to believe him.
He really does like it—he isn’t even touching himself. He’s just fucking me deep and slow with three fingers, and when my lashes flutter open and I manage to focus, I can see how hot his eyes are, the way he has his lower lip caught between his teeth like he’s the one getting fucked instead of me.
I squirm on his hand and shiver—the mixture of that fullness and his other fingers working my cock in tandem with the thrust of his wrist is already pushing me so close to the edge it’s almost embarrassing.
But…
Well, shit, he seems to like it. Before I can overthink it, I open my mouth to speak. “I’ve never felt a-anything like this before.” My words come out on a tremble, and my fingers drop to the sheets, twisting them while I rock down on his hand again. I’ve completely forgotten that the room is cold, that the power is out. I can’t remember anything but how good it feels for him to be inside me and how thick his fingers are when they thrust forward and then drag back over every place inside me that lights me up.
He alreadyknows, and I don’t know if it’s because he’s just had a lot of sex, so he’s good at making people feelgood, or if it’s because somehow he knows me.
I know I’m ridiculous enough to believe the latter when he squeezes my cock and leans down to kiss me.
“Tell me how it feels.” Streeter’s demand is greedy, and I’m so full, so warm, spiraling so close to the edge that I can’t think about refusing him.
“I’m so full. I—mmf, oh fuck, Streeter. It’s like I was born to take your fingers like this.” My cheeks are hot again, and I’m embarrassed at the words coming out of my mouth, but somehow that embarrassment and the way it makes his pupils blow wide makes me keep talking. Fuck, am Iintobeing embarrassed? “I want you to fuck me, I want to feel all of you, I want—ah… oh,fuck.”
I hiss out the curse when he drops down suddenly and sucks my cock between his lips. The heat of his mouth is too much in tandem with his fingers, and I feel the pleasure that had been building inside of me come to a head. My entire body spasms as I come, and I can feel Streeter’s tongue working, his throat clenching around me hungrily as he swallows down the orgasm.
I’m a twitching, shivering mess and trying to gather my thoughts to thank him, to ask him if he wants me to return the favor… when he raises up and drags his fingers up my hips. I’m too boneless to realize what he’s doing when he presses them forward, shoving my knees to my chest so my ass is in the air and my hole is exposed.
I can only watch with heavy-lidded eyes as he drops his head andspits, a mixture of saliva andmy cumdribbling from his lips in a messy string that I feel landinside mewhere his fingers opened me up. My ass clenches on the air and I can feelit—cold, streaked with heat from the absolute way he wrecked me.
Filthy.
I feel so fucking filthy and used and good.
I didn’t realize I could feellike this.
“Oh… f-f-fuck, Streeter… oh, God.” I can barely manage to get the words out before his fingers dive into me again. I can’t catch my breath to tell him I’m not sure I can do this again, andit doesn’t really seem to matter what I think I can do because he pegs my prostate over and over, and when he drops his head and lets his tongue join the mix, thrusting into my sloppy, worked hole, I feel my body clench again.
This time I see it—the way my cock jerks, the little dribble of cum that spills out like Streeter really intends to give me every orgasm Trevor ever denied me.
