Page 39 of Possession

I rumble wordlessly, holding him more firmly against me, banding one arm around his hips to encourage him.

The light scrape of his teeth at my throat almost triggers me to pin him down and rut him, but I like this too much. I want to feel every tremor of his body, every puff of his breath, every dig of his fingernails. I want his orgasm—and he gives it to me.

He cries out against my throat as his cock kicks against mine and releases hot cum between our bodies. He moans and shudders through the pulses of it. My head is light, almost floating as I let his shudders go through me while he chases the last of it.

I pet him and hold him as he starts to relax against me. My cock is hard and aching, but I hold myself still. I don’t want to rush him.

Then he starts kissing me.

He did this last night too. Just like then, it sends conflicting signals through my body. Someone being at my throat is a threat. It’s teeth too close to where I’m vulnerable.

But it isn’tsomeoneat my throat. It’s Lucas, and it’shislips I feel. They kiss lightly at the hollow of my throat, then they move upward.

It has my eyes closing. It has me tilting my head back. I wouldn’t do that for anyone but him. He starts kissing the underside of my jaw. He’s half crawling up me now. His hands are on my shoulders.

I tilt my head down. It forces him to draw back. His blue eyes are dark. His lips are parted. I lean forward. When I press my lips to his, I feel his sudden intake of breath. I’ve never kissed him before.

As I explore his lips with mine, he receives it softly. He lets me take my time, opening to it as I press further.

I want more.

Arms around him, I maneuver him onto the bed. I lay him down and settle over him. I deepen the kiss, sweeping my tongue into his mouth. I eat up his little sounds of pleasure. My hips start to rock.

I break the kiss to work at his throat. I nibble and suck at him, pleasuring him as he did me—but marking him too. He moans as I draw at him, freshening the hickeys that have faded from his neck.

I work my way down. I nibble and suck and tease him. I lap up the cum he released for me. I revel in the way he arches and murmurs and hardens again. I suck hickeys into his skin along his hip, around his cock.

When I turn him over, he flops onto his front and lifts his ass for me. He thinks I’m going to fuck him, but I’m not. I know he’s sore from last night.

I gather the traces of his cum from my own stomach and slick my cock. I position it between his legs, lean over him, and start to thrust along his taint. My cock strokes him, thrusting against his balls and along the underside of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he murmurs. “Oh mygod.”

I shift positions, working along the cleft of his ass for a while then between his legs again, letting us both feel everything. After a while, I draw back and reach between his legs. I take hold of his cock and pull it toward me.

He doesn’t know what I want him to do, so I have to tell him.

“Lie flat,” I say.

I enjoy his little whines as he complies—and I fucking love the sight of his cock lying hard against the bed between his legs. I fit my own aching, weeping cock between his ass cheeks and thrust downward. He writhes so much as I start pounding his cock with mine that I have to pin him down.

He thrashes and cries out as he comes. I hold my tip against him to feel the hot spurt of his cock, the way it pulses and throbs. I grunt and grit my teeth as I start ejaculating. I didn’t think I would come from that, but, fuck, it feels good. I come all over his cock, releasing in throbbing waves until I’m gasping and shuddering against him.

We float in the bliss for a while, then I draw away and start cleaning up. The blankets need washed, but I don’t want them wet right now, so I do my best to arrange them with the mess out of the way. When Lucas tries to get up to help, I hold up a hand to signal him to lie still and let me do it.

“You’re in pain,” he says as he watches me.

I’m surprised he can tell. I don’t know if I like that he can tell. “It’s okay,” I assure him, focusing on the arrangement of the blankets.

“It’s really not,” he replies.

I look at him, startled. He’s lying on his stomach with his head turned my way. He’s frowning.

I don’t know what to say, so I hand him the book. I crawl over him and lie behind him. I pull him onto his side to settle him against me.

“Read,” I say.

He sighs like he doesn’t want to let go of the subject, but there’s no point in discussing it.

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