Page 28 of Possession

“Oh god,” he gasps. “Ohhhh—fuck.”

His hands fist at his sides as he lifts his hips. I push him down, holding him in place while I lick again. I start at his balls this time, lathing them with my tongue until he’s trembling and incoherent then licking upward to capture the fresh precum beading at his slit.

His hands are over his face now. His balls are drawn up full and firm like he’s going to come, so I squeeze the head of his cock to tell him no.

I keep my fingers there, gently pinching, as I start sucking at the delicate skin along his groin. He’s out of his head, moaning and writhing as I mark him. I take my time, breathing in his scent and learning how he responds.

I’m lightheaded with my own arousal by the time I relent. He’s completely loose and compliant as I lift one of his legs, pulling it up and across to scissor him. I crawl up and reach for the mineral oil. It’s not as good as lube, but at least we have something.

Really though, I’m leaking so much I could almost fuck him without it. I stare down at myself, still shocked that I’m having this kind of sexual response. My erection is almost a foreign thing to me, jutting out huge and stiff from my body.

Experimentally, I touch it. It feels good, so I do it again, stroking the stiff length. I reach under to grip and tug my swollen balls. I have to close my eyes at the flood of sensation. It’s still strange to me to feel pleasure.

I open my eyes to find Lucas watching me over his shoulder. His blue eyes are dark with arousal. His lips are parted like he’senjoying watching me touch myself. He’s still scissored for me. Waiting.

I gaze down at his plump ass as I drip oil into my hand. He makes a soft sound as I slick my cock, then he moans for me as I slip my oiled fingers between his ass cheeks to massage his hole and push inside.

He opens more easily this time. He’s more relaxed as I stroke inside him, more willing. When I lower myself over him and guide my cock to his hole, he pushes back against me eagerly.

I like that so much that I get my arms around him in a firm grip, clamp my teeth on his shoulder, and push inside him in a firm, relentless glide. He makes delicious little sounds as I do it. Pleasure. Pain. Acceptance.

When I’m fully seated, straining to get as deep as possible, I pause to really feel the joining. Lucas pants and trembles under me. I release my bite and start rubbing the side of my nose against him. He takes a deep breath, relaxing, then I start to fuck him.

It feels so damn good. His ass grips my cock perfectly as I thrust into him. I push his leg higher to get deeper.

I love how erotically his body is tangled under me, but I want to see him, so I pull out and turn him onto his back. He cries out in surprise but doesn’t fight me as I lift his legs and spear into him again.

I like this even better. I can see his face as he moans and pants through the deep pounding. His body is bent, his stomach contracted. His hard cock is flushed and leaking. He reaches for it, but I knock his hand away. I want to watch. I want to see him come.

I know when I start hitting his prostate because his cries get louder and sharper and his cock leaks so heavily, so fucking beautifully, that have to grit my teeth to hold back my orgasm.

His hand dances toward his cock again, but I growl a warning and he fists the blankets instead. He starts writhing and twisting, throwing his head back. I fuck him harder and deeper, pounding his ass until he starts screaming and his cock starts shooting creamy strands of cum all over his torso and neck.

The sight triggers my own release, and it takes me completely out of myself to be ejaculating inside him while I watch his balls pulsing and tightening as his cock kicks and spurts. As my orgasm fades, I roll my hips against him to chase the sensation. He moans, and so do I.

I pull out slowly, lower him slowly. He’s whimpering softly, still out of his head. He startles when I bend over him and start licking up his cum. He cries out when my tongue strokes his overly sensitized cock, then he moans as I work my way up his torso. I end at his throat, cleaning him, trying to show him how pleased I am with him, how good he was to come for me like that.

It frustrates me that the actions don’t feel like enough. I want to tell him.

But it would change everything if I started speaking again. It would changeme.

I’m a little bit afraid, though, that maybe it already has.

***

An hour later, I’m sure of it.

The guardroom door opens and O’Neil walks through with the shock collar in his hand.

I’m lying on the mattress with Lucas. Normally, I’m more active. I have my punching bag and pull up bar. I usually do calisthenics all day. Even when I’m injured, I can’t handle the tedium of rest.

But it’s different with Lucas here. I want to rest. I want to have sex and hold him. I want to be comfortable.

What I don’t want,reallydon’t want, is to put that collar on.

O’Neil hangs it on the crossbeam of the cell bars. “Shower time, big guy.”

Showering is the highlight of my week. Hot water. Getting completely clean. Getting to shave. Sometimes there are fresh blankets and clothes when I get back. It’s great. But I have to wear the collar.

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