Page 86 of Creatures Like Us
“Can you?…?go a little slower, please?”
I pull back and keep to soft, shallow thrusts. “Tell me when I can continue.”
He’s panting like he’s running a marathon. I place my hand on his expanding and contracting chest, holding him close.
“I knew I’d get you to whine like that again,” I whisper into his ear.
“F-Fuck?…?Fuck you,” he gasps.
“You like taking charge, but as soon as you get my cock inside you, you can’t help but become a whiny little mess.”
“Shut up,” he whimpers. “Do it. Now. Make me feel that thing again.”
“Your prostate,” I say with a smile.
“Yeah, that.”
I angle my hips to try to let him feel it.
He pinches his eyes shut. “No.”
“How about now?” I lift one of his legs to gain a better angle.
“Fuck?…?I don’t?…?think so. It feels good though. Really fucking good. Is this how you feel when I fuck you?”
“Yeah,” I whisper into his ear. “Intense, isn’t it? You can feel it in your whole body sometimes. Shivers of pleasure.”
He shudders, seeming too overwhelmed to even move. I move for the both of us, slipping inside him inch by inch and then pulling out, the slick sounds of our coupling filling the room. The air is cold, like always, but we keep each other boiling hot with the heat of our bodies.
“Do you feel it?” I mumble into his ear, kissing his neck.
“It’s not?…?quite right.”
“Come.” I pull out of him and lie on my back, tapping my chest. “Like this, you can control your own pace. Angle it how you want.”
Asher straddles me, and he tenses when he sinks himself down on my cock, face scrunched up as if he expects it to hurt, but when it doesn’t, he sighs in relief and moans softly.
“That’s it,” I mumble, gripping his hips. All those cookies I’ve been feeding him have done him good. His ribs are no longer protruding like they used to, and there’s some meat to his pecs now. I grab them and rub his nipples with my thumbs as he rocks down on me, brow pinched in concentration as he tries to find that rush of pleasure.
“Lean back,” I say, positioning his hands on my thighs. His torso bends in a long curve, his head tossed back and blond locks bouncing as he spears himself on my cock. God, that sight?…?It’s a miracle I can keep myself from coming.
“Oh!” he exclaims when I thrust upward. “There. There! Oh shit.”
There it is. I rock upward while he balances his hands on my thighs, and he ends up letting me do all the work, his mouth spilling all kinds of noises that drive me wild.
“Fuck, Noah, oh my god, please, this feels so fucking good, I can’t—”
“You like it when I split you open like this? First with the knife”—I grip his hips hard, taking leverage with my feet on the bed as I thrust into him—“and then with my cock?”
“Yeah?…?Fuck, yes?…?Noah?…?Oh, Noah. Noah, please?…” His moans turn incoherent, his brows upturned in pleasure and his locks bouncing in rhythm with his hips.
When I slip out of him for a split second, he whines and puts me back inside, inviting me into the slick heat of his hole. I lock eyes with him, lost in the power of it—the power of controlling his pleasure, all the noises coming out of his mouth, and the breathy sound of my name on his lips.
“Fuck, Noah, I?…?Noa—ahhh…”
“It’s okay,” I grunt, “you don’t need to say anything else if that’s too hard for you.”
Asher gnashes his teeth as he glares down at me. “Next time I fuck you, I’ll—oh…” His glare turns heated and wanton as I grab his hips, slamming him back onto my cock.
