Page 74 of The Cult

I lifted my butt up and fucked myself with his finger.

He took his time as I tried to work myself up, but I was too horny to be patient. “More,” I said, greedy for his dick.

“You want more, huh?” he asked, spitting on my ass.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good, because I have a big one coming.”

And he slid his cock in my ass.

I muffled my mouth with my hand, taking a deep breath as I adjusted to the thickness of his dick. His fingers were no match for the girth and length of his swollen shaft.

Compared to how he used his fingers earlier, Tobias slid in his cock nice and easy. Was he being careful because he knew he was my first? Whatever the reason, this was happening. He grabbed my hips, lifting my ass higher before he pushed deeper and jerked me faster, his waist slamming on my ass cheeks.

I grimaced when he buried his entire length in me.

Tobias kept his eyes closed as he thrust into me. His gentle pace picked up, and he moaned as he fucked me.

“You’re hittin’ that magic spot again,” I gasped.

He pounded my ass and jacked my meat, the head of his dick rubbing against that sweet spot over and over. “Keep hittin’ it.”

“Fuck …” I panted, fighting the urge to come so quickly, but it was a wasted effort. “I’m getting close.”

Tobias pulled out of my ass completely. No! No! No! I didn’t need to worry, because he plunged back into my hole before I had the chance to protest.

He sped up, sending me near the verge of orgasm. Tobias moaned and whimpered unintelligible words, and I could only make out a few of them.

“I’m coming again! Keep hitting that spot.” I braced myself while Tobias fucked my ass and jacked my dick. His thrusts were harder and deeper.

“Come for me again, baby.” Tobias pulled me up and pressed my back against his chest. He ground his hips, kissing the back of my neck. “Come for me,” his wet lips whispered in my ears. “I’ll come with you.”

My body instantly responded to his words. “Here I come.” My body convulsed, cum jetting a couple of feet away from us. My heart pounded, and I was hit with dizziness as I gasped to catch my breath. Bright and dark spots danced in front of my vision when I exploded.

Tobias’s hold on me loosened, but his hard dick continued to drive in and out of me. “Gonna shoot my load!” he growled. His warning forced me to twist so I could stare into his eyes. His jaw tensed, his dick sinking as deep as he could into my ass. His eyes rolled back in his head again and a look of pure pleasure spread across his face. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Tobias stiffened and pulled his cock out of my ass. He jerked his dick, and I felt his load spill across my back. He let out guttural sounds of bliss. He opened his eyes and looked at me, and his chest heaved as he gasped for breath too.

Then he did something I’d never seen him do since he walked into the cult.

Smile.

Thirty-One: Tobias

He’s mine now, the voice in my head echoed, but I ignored my brain’s claim on Abel. This had gone further than it should have. This wasn’t supposed to happen at all. And as if fucking him wasn’t complicated enough, a curve ball was thrown my way: Abel was a virgin; I was his first. My pride swelled knowing I was the only man to fuck him, and if I had my way, that would never change.

That was wishful thinking. He’d never be mine. He would move on, and I’d be left with the memory of tonight. That was my life. Nothing hopeful and beautiful stayed with me. I was a magnet for disaster.

It’d been a risk using the candle on Abel, but it paid off. He was a trooper. Even with our safe word, I’d made sure he was all right. I chalked up my concern to his inexperience. I wanted to impose pain on him—that was part of the fun—but wax play wasn’t for everyone. What was this magic spot he kept referring to? I had no clue what he was talking about, but I played along because I didn’t want to spoil the moment. I knew about the G-spot in women, but did guys have one too?

“What a cum shot,” Abel said through a hooded gaze. “That’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

Mine had been amazing too, but I was embarrassed to admit that to him. Confessing how much I loved the sex felt like cheating on my late wife, even though she’d been gone for a long time. Torn between my loyalty to Aurora, I stood and headed to the bathroom before I said something I would regret. “Stay there,” I called, disappearing behind the wall.

Am I gay? I didn’t regret a second of what we’d shared, and Abel was the only one I saw when I came. What did that say about me? Did it matter? I shook my head as I dampened a washcloth with warm water. Tomorrow had to be different. Every minute we spent not thinking about getting the fuck out of here was a wasted opportunity. We had work to do.

Abel was sitting with his back against the wall, staring at his own release. A smile ghosted his face but was replaced by a grimace when he pulled his legs to his chest. I felt guilty knowing I was the cause of his agony. He noticed my presence and schooled his expression. His watchful eyes followed my steps until I was standing in front of him. My cock perked up at the sight of him staring at my naked body.

“Let me get your back,” I said.

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