Page 34 of My Hunger, Your Soul

“I wanna suck on your tongue,” he wails as I start to jack him off with my hand. I can feel his dick thicken in my grip.

“Yeah?” I moan, loving this slutty side to him.

“Yeah..wanna suck on that piercing. It felt so good in my ass.”

Holy shit, who is this guy? Have I unlocked another dimension to Tyler? If so, I hope it makes a regular appearance.

“I told you it would feel good. Open your mouth, sweetheart,” I whisper above him, and of course he complies. I lower my mouth to his while the bed creaks beneath us at the rapid pumps I’m now serving him. I stick my tongue into his open mouth and he sucks on it like a pacifier. This is definitely gonna make me explode. This wild little thing beneath me is ticking all my boxes. He sucks and licks my tongue, playing with the piercing like it's a soother to his soul. His moans and whimpers become more erratic and I know he is about to cum. I am too.

I pull my tongue away, and he actually whines.

“Gonna cum in you now, Ty. You ready for it? Ready to take my cum to feed your ass?”

“Yes! I’m cumming, Ivan…Ivan, I’m cumming,” he yells as my hand catches all that cum goodness, triggering my own release.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I shout as my lower body trembles with my orgasm that blows all other orgasms out of the water. His ass isn’t ever leaving my bed. Ever.

I collapse on top of him, our sweaty overheated bodies stick together, and I just want to fuck him again. Can you die from too much sex?

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TYLER

My mind feels detached from my body. I’m floating in a space that’s between a dream and reality. My body feels numb, but also tingles like every nerve ending is being stimulated individually. It's bliss.

I let Ivan fuck my ass. As I repeat those words in my head, my mind starts to slowly come back online, back to earth and all I can hear are those words, mixed in with the memory of how vocal I was. Oh god no. I want to die of shame. That wasn’t me. I’ve never been one to talk dirty or beg for things in the bedroom. I’ve gone from heavenly bliss to wanting the bed to open up and swallow me whole.

“Why are you looking like that?” Ivan says, and for some reason, I hadn’t noticed he was hovering over me, his dick still in my ass which is leaking his cum. More mortification. His cum is in my ass and I loved it. This is a lot of information to process. I can’t tell you how I even got here. From him bringing me home from the bar, to acting like a dick loving whore.

“I’m just tired,” I say as I push him to get off me because this fucker is heavy. His soft dick slips out of me, causing me to wince when I sit up on the edge of the bed. My ass is on fire and feels like it has been ripped open.

“No, I know your tired face. This is different. You’re not looking at me and you’re red around your neck.”

“We just had sex. I’m going to look red and blotchy.”

“No.”

“No?”

He assesses me for a few moments as I get into bed under the sheet, feeling vulnerable as every move I make is captured by the big guy. I can tell when the lightbulb goes off as a huge smile takes over his face.

“You’re embarrassed. Don’t be. Most people scream in my bed.”

I cover my face to hide my shyness at his words. I’m not ashamed of having sex. It’s the way I acted in front of him out of all people.

“I didn’t scream,” I say like a child, my lower lip sticking out.

“You did, but you can pretend otherwise.”

“You’re so annoying,” I mutter, and of course, he hears it.

Ivan covers my body with his and grabs me around the throat.

“I’m all you’ll ever need. But you won’t hide your feelings from me. I only want the truth. I want to know every part of you. I want to be able to know what you think and feel without words.”

He removes his hand from my throat and uses his finger to trace the outline of my jaw, that then moves down to the small cut he made on my chest, before returning to my face. The switch in his behavior from rough to pleasant is sudden, it keeps me on edge but not in fear. Interest. Curiosity, as I want to know about him too. But I’m pretty sure I won’t want to know the true nature of Ivan. As much as he drives me insane, I’ve enjoyed this time with him. The sex. The intimacy. Yes, his words are possessive and intense, but he isn’t hiding his thoughts. Even if they scare me, I can at least appreciate the honesty, as its fucking rare. It's the other side of his life that concerns me. His work. The darkest parts of him that I’m yet to uncover have me wanting to move away, but like a moth to the flame, he’s drawing me in without much effort. He is introducing me to a new world of experiences that I shouldn’t want. But I secretly do. Seb was right. Spending time in this house with these people slowly changes your perception of reality. I’m not as brainwashed as the others are, but if I allow this to continue with Ivan, it won’t be long until I’m part of the crazy club.

As Ivan intently moves his fingers around every part of my face, like he is memorizing every touch, I use the calm moment to prod a little.

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