Page 72 of Creatures Like Us
I glance down, watching my cock slide in and out of him. His rim is stretched around my shaft, reddened, glistening with lube. “You know what?” I mumble. “I think you can fit a bit more inside.”
Noah makes a small, questioning noise, like a whimper, as if he’s forgotten how to speak.
I let go of his throat to bring my hand between his legs. “I think you can take a finger as well as my cock. Don’t you?” I ask, tracing his poor rim with the tip of my index finger.
“More?” His eyes widen, as if he can’t believe my words.
“I think you’re hungry for it. What do you think?”
“Oh?…?Okay.”
“Say ‘please.’”
“Please.”
I wedge my finger alongside my cock, applying the required force to get his sphincter to yield?…?and?…?there. It slides inside his slick heat. It’s strange feeling it next to my cock.
“Does that hurt, baby?”
“No,” he groans. “It feels good.”
I slip the finger deeper inside and start fucking him with it alongside my cock. “Of course it feels good. You’d let me stuff whatever I want into you, wouldn’t you? I could put my whole fist in here.” I punctuate the sentence by pressing a second fingernext to the first but without forcing it inside, just letting it push against his rim, like a threat.
Noah whimpers, eyes glazed with tears.
“Don’t worry,” I say smugly. “We’ll work up to it.”
Is this okay? Is this a sane thing to do? Maybe not, but neither of us is right in the head, and Noah’s deranged kinks merge with mine so deliciously. He makes me darker than I am, whips up desires in me I didn’t even know I had. If I did have them, they lay dormant before I met him, and now they’ve awakened in full.
I shift between his legs and lie on my side, spooning him, and I start fucking him in that position instead. It gives me ample access to his throat, so I take it, forcing his head back, at the same time shoving my finger inside him as deep as it will go.
“Fuck, Ash?…,” he whimpers.
“Shh, you can take it. I know you can.”
Part of me wishes I were bigger than him—stronger, able to overpower him physically—but this is somehow even hotter. He could stop me whenever he wants, yet he doesn’t. He lets me do this because he wants me to, not because he can’t stop me. He’s helpless to his desire and mine, and I feel the same. We’re in utter understanding, in sync with our depravities, letting our every desire run wild, because who’s going to judge us down here? It’s just us—me and him.
The people outside this room don’t matter, and besides, they don’t give a shit about us anyway, so why should we care about them? All we have is each other, and that’s fine by me. As long as I get to have him in every way I want him, in every way he wants me, I’ll be fine. I don’t ever need to set foot outside this house again.
I’m fine.
I’m fuckingfine.
I have to be.
Gritting my teeth, I slide my finger out of Noah’s ass and wrap my hand around his cock instead. I know he’s close. Sure enough—after a few pumps, his thick shaft pulses in my hand, his body convulsing as he fucks himself back on my cock, breathless and moaning. I snap my hips into him one last time, losing my foothold on reality, slipping further into some faraway place I didn’t know existed. White lights dance before my eyes, my muscles pulsing with the intense pleasure of my orgasm. I lie on my back, an arm over my forehead, while I gasp for breath.
Noah turns to me. “That was so good, Ash. Thank you.”
He presses a kiss to my cheek, but I can’t even reply, still breathless, still engrossed in whatever just passed between us.
“Did I do well?” he asks, the slightest hint of hesitation in his voice. He drapes himself over my chest, and I kiss the top of his head, breathing in his scent.
“You did amazing, Noah. So good.” I tilt his head up to plant a kiss on his mouth.
He tries to slide his tongue inside, but I can’t return his insatiable appetite right now, so I lean my head back with a sigh.
“Asher,” he says, face on my chest, gazing up at me.
