Page 7 of Summoned

His ass flutters around my cock, and he shouts.

Oh, fuck, yes.

I moan again, my own cock twitching, draining with my release, filling him up to bursting. The lights flicker in the bathroom, bathing the room in darkness momentarily, before flicking back on.

I feel my cum seeping around my cock as it leaks out of his ass, and that just won’t do. So I pull out and shove two fingers back into him, pushing it back in. Then I do the only sensible thing and shove my cock back into his warm, wet ass.

Jeremiah’s eyes widen. “What are you doing?”

“Warming up, baby.” I wink. “Now spread your legs and let me lie down.”

“I’m covered in cum,” he says weakly, yet spreads his legs for me all the same. Weak little delicious fucking human. “What the?—”

I lick at his chest, cleaning up the cum on him, then shove my tongue between his parted lips. He moans, sucking on it, and my cock gives one last twitch before softening. “Go to sleep, baby.”

“How?”

“You can do it.” I press my lips against his chastely, and my stomach does a stupid little cartwheel. “Now keep my cock warm.”

Jeremiah rolls his eyes but doesn’t push me off him, and I smirk. I lie down on him, knowing damn well he can take it. He’s built like a brick house. Thick arms, defined chest, and huge fucking thighs. Honestly, it’s impressive. It’s no wonder I broke my rule.

I rest my head over his heart as he falls asleep, lulling me into some sort of trance, and once I hear the soft snores coming from him, I pull out. I don’t bother cleaning him up. Let him live with the evidence of what we did between his thighs. Instead, I put my clothes back on and exit the room quietly, taking the elevator down to the main floor.

Once I’m downstairs, I exit the building and go for a walk, letting the chilly air cool me down. Just now noticing the strangest fucking thing. My vessel has no fight in him, or he’s really fucking enjoying this. Either way, I usually like more back and forth. I want the fight, crave it. I want to argue with the little fucker I’ve taken over. But the silence isn’t bothering me for once.

And I wonder if it’s my little human’s doing.

Guess we’re going to have to find out.

Iblink my eyes open, the heaviness of them not lost on me. My body is cold, and I shiver as the cool air conditioner hits my cock. I stiffen, looking around the room frantically and sitting up in bed just to find it empty. Thank fucking God for that, because if the stickiness coming out of my ass is any indication, last night wasn’t a dream after all.

Even though I’m not exactly freaking out right now, I know it’s imminent. I did let a guy fuck me, after all. Not only have I never done that before, but it’s never even crossed my mind in the first place. Yet something about him last night drew me in, like there was a magnetic pull between us, and I was helpless to stop it.

My lip throbs to the beat of my heart as I lick over it, and when I lift my hand to touch it, I realize there’s a scab on it. Sam—no, Kaelin—bit it last night, and it hurt like a motherfucker. I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little scared to look at myself in the mirror right now. I’m sore in places I didn’t even know could be sore before now, and it feels like my entire torso is bruised. Also, what the fuck was up with him last night, making me call himKaelin? Is it his middle name? He’s never insisted on it before, and it’s fucking weird. But I wasn’t thinking clearly last night, that much is obvious.

I force myself out of bed and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I flip on the light and stare at myself in the mirror, gasping at what I see. My eyes are wide in horror as I turn my body to inspect the bruises and bites marring my skin. There’s dry blood smeared on my chin, my neck, and my abs, as well as random red marks all over me.

What. The.Fuck.

It looks like I was attacked.

And maybe I was. After all, I have no idea what’s normal and what’s not when it comes to sleeping with the same sex. But I take a deep breath and close my eyes, ready to wash the evidence of this night down the drain. I don’t even know how I’m going to face Sam—”Kaelin”—when he comes back, but maybe not being here will save me from having to deal with it right now.

Turning the handle in the shower, I wait for the water to warm up before getting in. Drops cascade down my body as I tip my head back to wash my hair, and when I look down, I see pink going down the drain. I swallow hard, wincing when the water hits my chest, the pressure almost unbearable on my bruises.Fucking hell.He really did a number on me. I knew he was a bit of a freak when I first met him, but this is on another level of fucked up. And what’s worse is that I enjoyed every second of it. Untilnow.

He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down hard, making me taste blood immediately, then lets go slowly. I gasp and lick my bleeding lip, tasting the strong copper on my tongue. It stings like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and I feel it dripping down my lip and onto my chin.

Kaelin bites and licks down my body, eliciting goosebumps with every pass of his tongue over my flesh, and my eyes roll to the back of my head when he gets to the tip of my cock.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper when he flicks his tongue against it. “Yes, please.”

“Mmmm,” he moans as he licks my cock from root to tip, getting me wet. “More?”

“Please.”

“Beg me,” he says softly. “Beg for it.”

I really don’t want to face him right now, which means I have to get out of here as quickly as possible. So I lather my body with soap and rinse off, then dry myself at record speed. By the time I’m exiting the dorm room, I’ve already texted all my friends to meet me at the cafeteria for breakfast.

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