Page 38 of Possession

Normally, I would reply with a grunt and by rolling away, showing him that I’m not interested in the book. But I find I’m more interested in learning about him than in communicating my own feelings. For that, I need words.

It upsets me that I’m struggling with speaking. I was so fucking sure that my silence was a choice and nothing more. But if that were true, my heart wouldn’t be pounding right now. My throat wouldn’t be tight.

I force my way through it.

“You … like horror?” I ask him.

He stills as he did before, surprised to hear me speak. But he’s happy, I can tell. He’s so fucking happy. He snuggles against me and answers with relish.

“I love it. King is one of my favorites. Do you not like horror?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Scary.”

He barks a surprised laugh. Then he twists to the side so he can look up at me. “Are you serious? Oh my god, you are.”

He absolutely howls with laughter.

I clamp my hand over his mouth. I don’t want the guards coming out. He’s now mostly crosswise in my lap, laughing against my hand.

I scowl at him. I’m somehow both very annoyed and delighted that he’s laughing at me. I still don’t know what’s so funny.

When he quiets down, I take my hand away from his mouth. He pats my arm.

“You’re a little bit precious, you know.”

I narrow my eyes. Now he’s being a brat. It’s not the best idea when he’s lying across my lap with his bare stomach entirely vulnerable to me. I tickle him.

He shrieks and thrashes. He twists toward me to put his stomach against mine so I can’t access it, but that just presents me with his ass. I give it a light smack that has it jiggling delightfully. He jumps.

“Hey!”

As I soothe the spot with my hand, he quiets. I keep massaging his ass. He relaxes more. My hands start to roam over both firm globes then down his legs and up again. He lifts for me, tilts his pelvis, opens.

I trace the crack of his ass and brush his puckered hole. Reaching between his legs, I explore his taint and balls. He lifts more for me so I can reach his cock. He’s only slightly thickened at this point, so I take a light hold of his cock and balls and start rubbing his back with my other hand.

His cock begins to swell in my hand. His breathing deepens. His head turns to the side on the bed. I slide my hand that’s rubbing his back up to his neck and head. I stroke his hair. His eyes drift closed and he makes a sound of contented pleasure.

It’s a strange, wonderful experience to handle his body like this. The gentleness feels incredibly intimate.

The way his cock lengthens and stiffens in my hand turns me on so much that my own cock hardens under his arched body until its prodding his hip.

“Oh god,” he breathes, still relaxed but starting to rock slightly. I pet his hair again. His eyelashes flutter. He has really pretty eyelashes.

“Come here,” I tell him. I don’t want to be rough with him right now, directing him with my hands, so it’s really fucking nice to be able to just speak.

He draws himself up.

As he straddles me in a kneeling position, I put my arms around him. He puts his around me and buries his face against my neck. He starts to rock into me, rubbing his cock against mine.

It’s so damn tender and sexual and beautiful. It feels so fucking good. It won’t make me come, but I don’t need to come. I just need … him.

He starts whining softly at my throat. He starts trembling and grinding harder.

“I’m … oh my god,” he gasps, shuddering against me as his arousal intensifies. “Fuuuck, I’m gonna … oh my god, I’m gonna come.”

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