“And I’ve ruined you too, Cherry.”
Shai bends over and bites my butt cheek. He pushes the thong aside, just like he told me he would, then buries his face in my ass. His tongue finds my hole, flicking and lashing at it. Each time it rasps over my rim, electric sparks shoot up my spine. It feels so fucking good, like nothing I’ve ever imagined, like every pleasure receptor in my body is right there in myhole and he’s playing each and every one of them skillfully. My hands fist in the pillows. I know my arm must be hurting, but with so much adrenaline and now pleasure, I can’t feel anything other than the incredible sensations Shai is giving me. At some point, I want to do this to him, want to eat him out and tongue-fuck his hole before I sink inside him. Will we be able to fit it in before this is over?
He smacks my ass, runs his tongue up and down my crease, before zeroing in on my hole again. My dick is throbbing with need, my body tingling in this way I’ve never experienced with anyone but him. Is this it? Is this what Ollie feels?
Shai smacks my ass again, then pushes his tongue inside me. On reflex, my ass shoves back against his face, and then I fucking hump the pillow again, savoring the combination of his tongue in my ass and the silky fabric against my cock.
I want to come.
I want this to last all night.
All fucking week.
He really has ruined me, and it’s so fucking sweet.
Just when I think I’m about to bust my nut, Shai jerks his head back. “God, I need inside you. I’ll fucking die if I can’t sink my dick into your tight ass.”
“Fucking do it,” I order.
Shai groans hungrily, shoving onto his knees. He doesn’t wait for me to move, doesn’t even tell me to, just turns me so I’m on my back, looking up at him, the pillow under my hips. He slicks his fingers, gaze locked on mine as he pushes two inside. I arch up and toward him, the tingling sensation in me growing, my body on fire but in a way that I want it to burn, that I would be willing to go up in flames for this moment to continue.
He goes from two fingers to three, but as amazing as itfeels, it’s not enough. I need him, need his dick, need to feel split open by his cock, feel his piercing against my prostate until I shoot.
“Fuck me. Get your fat cock in me. I want it.”
“Be patient.”
“Fuck that. I’m good. I’m ready for you.”
I feel desperate for it, desperate forhim, like I’ll come unraveled and never be whole again if he doesn’t fill me with his cock. After the night we had, after thinking he would get hurt and the hunger I felt to fucking kill Bruce, then not knowing how Shai would respond, I need this connection, need to be grounded again.
“Fuck me, Shai!” I order, and I swear I see him practically shake with desire.
He pulls his fingers out of me, then tugs the panties off. I almost complain because I want to wear them, but he says, “I want to see your pretty cock while I fuck you,” and my world spins.
Shai slicks up his cock with lube, then pushes my legs back. I won’t pretend I’m the most flexible guy around, but I’d bend myself in half if it was the only way I could have his dick. Shai’s on his knees, cock against my rim, gaze on mine, his eyes holding me, feeling like they’re putting me in a trance, before slowly, so fucking slowly, starting to push in.
“Fuck,” I pant, breathing quickly.
“Are you okay? Did I not prep you enough?”
“No. I’m good. It’s just…” What is it? He’s looking at me, concern in those blue eyes of his. He bites his lip, the head of his dick in my ass, but not moving, not giving me more. It’s like…like I’m being swept away, like every single good moment I’ve ever had in my life is right there, within reach, the tips of my fingers brushing against it. “I need more,” I finally say.
Shai eases more of his cock into me, never taking his gaze off me. “You’re doing so good for me. That’s it. You can do it. You take my cock so well.”
My body relaxes, Shai able to work more of his dick inside me. He pulls back some, then eases in, watching me like I’m this precious thing. Like I’m more than just a killer, but he doesn’t seem to shy away from that part of me either. Like he gets my quirks, gets all those bits and pieces inside me that make me stand out from everyone else. Like he holds space for them, wants to nourish them. All of that feeling builds within me, stronger, more potent, this unstoppable force, and when he finally slams all the way inside, then pulls back and does it again, it’s there, I feel it. What Ollie had in that moment. I described it as blissed out before, and it is, but it’s alsomore…like breathing or my heart beating, something my body needs to function. Add the pleasure on top of that, the most delicious fucking pleasure possible…
“Fuck…more,” I beg.
He pulls back and slams into me again, over and over.
“God, what is it about you? I don’t fucking get it. Why does it feel so different?” Shai asks, echoing the questions playing in my head. I don’t have an answer, so instead I pull him on top of me, seal our lips together, slide my tongue into his mouth and kiss him while he fucks me so good.
How does Ollie ever get off Cillian’s dick if it feels this way? I want Shai inside me all the time, want to save this feeling, and every time shit gets twisted, every time I can’t find my way out of it, remember what this is like and let it lead me home.
Shai pulls back from my mouth, letting spit drop onto my aching erection. I wrap my hand around my shaft, stroking while he fucks, while his piercing hits me in all the right places until I can’t hold back anymore—back bowed, mouth open,his name on my lips as I come, my release shooting up my stomach to land on my chest.
“Fuck, me too, baby,” Shai says, dick twitching in my ass as he unloads everything in his balls, filling me with his cum.
