Page 60 of Missing Piece
“Fine, I’ll show you.” Vincent traced a crooked finger down Adam’s cheek. The touch seemed innocent, almost tender.
Then heat erupted from Vincent’s fingertip, searing through him like molten metal poured into his veins. It tore through his core with violent intensity before exploding in his groin, spreading outward with the force of a detonation, leaving him gasping and writhing. Every nerve ending screamed for pleasure so acute it bordered on agony. The need to be touched, to be filled, to be taken became primal, overwhelming—he wanted to tear his skin off just to feel Vincent against his bare nerves. He needed those lethal hands everywhere at once: gripping his ass, stroking hiscock, inside him, claiming him completely.
“Oh FUCK,” he cried out, his own voice unrecognizable as he bucked upward, desperately chasing more of that devastating sensation, willing to beg for it.
Or die for it.
Vincent slid his hand down Adam’s chest and the feeling vanished with such brutal suddenness that Adam nearly sobbed. His body seized, the pleasure vacuum-sealed away, leaving him trembling violently with unsatisfied need. “Like I said, not terribly useful,” Vincent mused.
Adam’s entire body convulsed, muscles spasming uncontrollably as though he’d been electrocuted. His breathing came in ragged, desperate gasps. He’d experimented with so many substances, designer drugs, hallucinogens that promised transcendent experiences, but nothing had even approached the catastrophic intensity of Vincent’s touch. “Do it again,” he gasped, past pride or pretense.
“No.” Vincent’s tone grew firm, protective. “You need to rest, and I can’t control the beast in me when you’re like this.”
Adam lay there for a moment, processing what had just happened. Vincent had shown him something incredible, then immediately pulled back. Not because he didn’t want to continue, but because he was worried about consent.
That’s…actually really thoughtful.
But his body still hummed with residual energy, every nerve ending alive and crackling from that brief taste of Vincent’s ability. Sleep seemed impossible now.
The mattress shifted as Vincent settled beside him, and Adam couldn’t just lie there pretending to sleep. Not after that. Not when Vincent was so close, his presence cool and intoxicatingbeside him.
He slid his hand beneath the blanket, fingers tracing the waistband of his pants. He imagined it was Vincent’s hand, those long, cool fingers exploring his heated skin.
Vincent’s hand snaked over his, stilling his movements. “I thought you were going to rest,” Vincent whispered.
A smug smile tugged at the corners of Adam’s mouth. “You never said I couldn’t.” He was emboldened by the darkness and the lingering effects of Vincent’s touch. He pressed his hand against Vincent’s, resuming his slow, deliberate movements, sliding both of their hands into his boxers.
Vincent’s grip tightened, not stopping him but not quite encouraging him either. His breathing hitched, a soft, almost imperceptible sound that sent a thrill of satisfaction through Adam and made his cock pulse in his hand. Some part of him wanted to see a glimpse of that beastly side again, just to see what would happen.
Vincent’s other hand slipped beneath Adam’s neck, fingers gently encircling his throat as Adam began to jerk off. The sensation was intoxicating, a dance with
something dangerous that sent his senses reeling.
Adam’s hand moved faster, his grip tightening as he chased the release that hovered just out of reach.
“You want me to lose control?” Vincent murmured. “You want me to hold you down, to make you beg for me?”
Adam nodded, a sound of pleasure escaping his lips. He had started this as a means to an end, a quick release to take the edge off. But with Vincent’s hands on him, he wanted to draw it out.
Vincent’s hand remained firm over Adam’s, guiding the pace, but his voice dipped low, a growl that seemed to vibrate through the dark room. “Is this what you want, Adam?”His fingers flexed, a hint of pressure against Adam’s throat. “Answer me.”
Adam’s chest heaved. He nodded, a small, jerky motion, as he whispered, “Yes.”
Vincent’s chuckle was a low rumble, a sound that seemed to resonate within Adam’s chest. “I was planning on being more gentle with you.” His hand tightened around Adam’s, their fingers intertwined as they moved together. “You don’t want that, do you?”
Adam’s eyes fluttered closed, unable to answer, his body arching into Vincent’s touch. The pleasure was intense, a burning heat that spread from his groin to every nerve ending. He could feel the edge approaching, a precipice that promised both ecstasy and oblivion.
“You don’t know what you’re asking. What if I break you?” His hand tightened around Adam’s, their movements becoming faster, more desperate. “Will you still crave me, even when you’re in pieces?”
Adam’s body tensed, his breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. He was close, so close. “Y-yes. Yes, I’ll still crave you. I’ll always crave you.”
Vincent’s grip tightened. “Come for me, Adam. Show me how much you want this. Show me how much you want me.”
Adam’s body convulsed, his release crashing over him like a wave. He cried out, the sound echoing in the dark room. Vincent’s hand remained on his, their fingers intertwined, as Adam rode out the storm.
As the last shudders of his orgasm subsided, Adam lay there, his body limp, his breathing gradually returning to normal.
He felt Vincent’s cool fingers tracing around his back, the gentle touch sending small shivers down his spine. Thefingertips moved with deliberate care, barely grazing the sensitive skin surrounding his wounds.
