Hex grins at me. A huge, broad grin. His red eyes glow even brighter with sheer and utter smug delight. His whole demeanour perks up. I swear it’s the shadow man equivalent of a peacock prancing around with all its feathers on full display, and it really is insufferable.
Sadly, it does absolutely nothing to quell my arousal.
This is a terrible state of affairs. I initially agreed to feed him to help him. To be the good guy that I am. It was never supposed to turn into me needing him. It definitely was never supposed to turn into him being so very pleased about this.
Huffing softly, I grab his hand and take him into the bedroom. He follows me eagerly.
As soon as we cross the threshold, my pyjama trousers are pulled down. Shortly followed by my pyjama top ripping open with enough force to send all the buttons pinging across the room.
Hex is still kissing me, so my mouth isn’t free to voice complaint. Besides, these pyjamas are only from Primark. It’s fine. It’s worth it. One day when I’m old, I will be able to reminisce about once having such passionate sex that my pyjama buttons turned into bullets.
The back of my knees hit the bed. I start to fall backwards, but then Hex moves and somehow when we land on the bed, he is beneath me and I’m on top.
He smirks up at me. Eyes glowing. Lips curled up in a ridiculous grin in his absurdly handsome face. He knows exactly how much I want him. He also knows how annoyed I am by this. And he is obnoxiously pleased by both of these things.
A brief thought flickers through my mind. A temptation to wrap my hands around his throat and throttle him. But I can just picture him grinning even more and possibly saying something like,Oh you want me so bad.So, I restrain myself and don’t strangle him.
Instead, I lean down and kiss him. And time and perception disintegrates. Everything is lips and tongues. Teeth and hands. Touches and caresses. Our bodies tangle together and create something new.
Then reality reforms, and I’m on all fours, with Hex kneeling before me. His red eyes looking down at me and glowing in a way I haven’t seen before. It’s mesmerising. I’m caught helplessly in his gaze, even though I’m aware that he is naked and through theswirling shadows I can see a very nice six-pack. I really should be looking there.
Hex’s hand runs softly through my hair. I whimper and my mouth falls open. Jaw stretching wide.
The light of his eyes intensifies, and then I’m being fed shadow cock.
It’s heated and heavy enough to feel divine. Smooth and incorporeal enough to feel very unhuman. Apparently I don’t care. Sucking Hex’s cock is wonderful. My new happy place.
My eyes close, and I moan around his cock. My tongue and throat work, and my mind rolls away on the sheer bliss of having him in my mouth.
Hex makes a deep rumbling sound of pure pleasure. The pitch is mostly too low for me to hear, but I feel the vibrations of it in my bones and in my soul.
I moan in return and suck harder. My cock throbs, leaking and heavy.
Shadows brush over my ass. They caress my hole. Other shadows gently twist over my cock. My nipples are flicked and twisted.
Hex is touching me everywhere. It’s incredible. He is wrapped all around me and nothing has ever felt more intimate.
Shadows gather tightly around the tip of my cock. Tight and soft. An opening.
Shadows gently ease into my hole. Stretching and filling me. Hex’s cock slides further down my throat.
My body vibrates with euphoria and ecstasy. A thousand simultaneous sensations swirling together to create a storm of pure rapture.
My hips thrust forward, burrowing my cock into the tight opening in front of it. Soft silken heat envelops me. Hex gasps, and then shudders.
Oh my god. I’m sucking, fucking, and being fucked. All at once. It’s mind-blowing.
It’s too much. My orgasm slams into me with no warning. Scattering my thoughts. Setting my veins on fire. I’m screaming and bucking and emptying my load with frightening force.
The next thing I know, it’s all over. I’m lying on my side in the bed, Hex curled tightly around me, making me the little spoon.
“Welcome back, My Love,” he rumbles. “I told you I’d be very good at making you scream.”
“Shut up,” I groan. “Or I’ll make you sleep under the bed where you belong.”
He chuckles and plants a soft kiss on my temple.
I sigh. My bones have turned into wet noodles. I suspect I’m going to be very sore in the morning, when all my problems will come rushing back.
