Page 21 of Summoned

I look down at him, his full, pink lips wrapped around my cock. His wide green eyes are blurry and wet. The blush on his cheeks. The way his nostrils flare as I hit the back of his throat. It’s pure ecstasy, having him this way, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Jeremiah on his knees would tempt anyone to sin, and I’m no fucking saint.

“Get up, Jeremiah,” I tell him softly. “Hands on the table and bend over.”

“W-what are we doing?” he asks as he pulls away from me, and I help him up by his arm, turning him around and making him place his hands on the table.

Jeremiah listens so fucking well—as always—and bends over slightly, sticking his ass out for me. I hook my thumbs into his sweats and lower them to his ankles, noticing he’s not even wearing anything underneath. I chuckle, bringing my palm to his ass, swatting him roughly. He whimpers, and my nostrils flare at the sound, wanting to be buried deep inside of him as soon as possible.

Now.

“Sloppiest blow job ever, baby.” I smirk, bending over to take a lube packet out of my jeans, then straighten back up. “Now you just need to come fast so we don’t get caught.”

We’re not, I’ve made sure of that, but it’s still thrilling to feel like we might. So I let Jeremiah live in the fantasy as I press two wet fingers to his hole, eliciting a hiss from him. He bears down on me, letting me in, and I don’t take it easy on him this time by inserting one at a time. No, this time I’m rough as I insert both fingers, pumping into him fast and hard. He moans when I crook them, and I know he’s ready. There’s a low growling sound in the background that has Jeremiah tensing. But I just draw his attention back to me by crooking my digits once more, brushing against his prostate.

Without warning, I withdraw my fingers and press my now lubed cock to his entrance, bottoming out within one rough thrust. Jeremiah groans deeply. I know it probably hurt, but I’m past giving a fuck. I want to own him—now.

Draping my body over his back, I lick my hand and reach between his body and the table, grabbing his cock and jerking it roughly. My thrusts are frenzied, and the way his ass clenchesaround my cock has my eyes crossing. There's just something about him I can’t figure out. Something that has me acting irrationally, on impulse. And I can’t stop my damn self.

Pulling back, I thrust back into him at an angle, and he shouts. “That’s it, baby, you like that?” I groan against his ear. So I do it again, and he cries out, his whimpers and moans making my balls draw into my body and fucking ache. “Look how hard you are, and all for me. Only me.”

“Yes, yes,yes,” he moans, and I go harder, deeper, faster. Pegging his prostate on every thrust. He’s so fucking vocal I want to come on the spot, but I want to make him come more, so I hold on for dear fucking life. “Oh, fuck, I think I love you.”

My stomach flips at those words, my heart clenching in my chest. “That’s because you do, little human.” I growl. “There’s not one part of you that I don’t own.”

“Please—” Jeremiah breathes, fucking me back. I switch my hand for my tail, jacking him off roughly. He doesn’t even notice. “Fill me up, Kaelin. Mark me.”

I smirk. “You want my cum in your ass, little human?”

“Always.”

“That’s a long fucking time, Jeremiah.” I double my efforts on his cock, jerking him faster, thrusting into him faster. “Hope you mean it.”

“Oh, God,” he moans.

“Not God, little human,” I whisper against his ear, and now the entire table shakes as I fuck into him as hard as I dare. “Just me.”

His ass clenches and flutters around me, and my body quivers. Just as my orgasm hits me like a freight-train, I feel his cock throb. His warm, sticky cum is all over my tail, running down it, and I’m pretty sure it’s all over the table too. But right now, as I come deep in his ass, I don’t really care about how messy we are. Like I already said—dangerous. He’s gotme wrapped around his finger. And now I don’t know how to untangle myself.

Or if I even want to.

Three of my friends are dead.

They. Are. Dead.

No one can convince me that it’s not because of that damn Ouija board, no matter how much Kaelin argues about how unrealistic it sounds. He has been talking about it nonstop for the past fifteen minutes as we light a candle in front of the Phi Mu House.

“Could you maybe shut up?” Noah snaps at Kaelin, and my boy stiffens visibly, which makes me feel on edge. Yeah, it’s been a little annoying to have Kaelin not believe me about the game we were playing in Maria’s room, but he wasn’t there. Can I really blame him for being skeptical? “Youweren’t there.”

Kaelin’s eyes narrow on Noah’s face, and I sigh. If I don’t intervene now, they’re going to go at each other’s throats. “Baby,” I whisper against Kaelin’s ear. “It’s okay. Don’t pay attention to him.”

His eyes slide to my face, and his jaw visibly tics. But he keeps his composure, and I give him a solid A plus for effort, which earns him a kiss. Pressing my lips to his softly, I close myeyes and grab the back of his head to angle his face. His tongue slips past the seam of my lips, and he strokes mine along with his.

“Are y’all done mauling each other?” Noah snaps, pulling me away from Kaelin, which only pisses him off even more. “Or are we here for the friends we lost?”

“Don’t be a dick,” Kaelin sighs, and Noah’s eyes widen. He looks even more annoyed now than he did a moment ago, and I’m hoping they don’t fight because I don’t know who would win. And quite honestly, I don’t think I’ll be on Noah’s side this time.

“Just how cum-drunk are you, Jer?” Noah asks through gritted teeth. “He fucks you a couple of times and you choose him over your friends?”

“Would you relax?” I whisper loudly to Noah, Kaelin moving to stand behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist, leaning his forehead onto my shoulder. “I’m not choosing anyone.”

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