Page 62 of Fragmented Illusions
I lower my head back to his cock that is now leaking against his abs. I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, tracing a bulging vein. His dick flinches, lifting off of his abs for a split second. I follow the path of the vein until I reach his swollen head and flick my tongue along the flared edge.
Spencer’s hole feels nice and prepped for me, so I pull my fingers out and reach for the bottle lying on the floor next to Spencer’s left thigh. I squirt some directly onto my cock and lather it, coating it completely. Next, I flip the bottle upside down right between Spencer’s thighs and squeeze.
The clear liquid drops right onto Spencer’s sac, and he flinches. “Fuckin’ cold.” I glare up at him through my lashes and he pulls his hand away from his cock to hold up his hands in surrender. “I’ll be quiet.”
“I’m certain that’s an impossible thing for you to accomplish with your big fucking mouth.”
“You weren’t complaining when that ‘big fucking mouth’ was around your cock earlier.”
I feel a smile pull at my lips as I grab my aching cock and press the swollen head against his slick hole. I press forward until I begin to breach him, and I hear Spencer suck in a harsh breath. It almost whistles as it moves past his clenched teeth, and I take it as a hint to stop.
My heart is thumping heavily and my thighs quake with the urge to thunder forward as the briefest glimpse at his white-hot heat enveloping me. I glare up at Spencer and his gaze pulls up from our connected bodies to land on mine. The intense look we share makes me feel more than what our bodies are causing me to feel.
His trust, his fuckinglove.
“I told you to take it, Sol.” His reminder of what he said throws me back into the now. I don’t question his words as I gaze back down at our connected bodies and grip my shaft. I move my other hand underneath his left ass cheek, using it to spread him apart.
I thrust forward just enough to push past the tight ring of muscle and then it’s all tight fucking heat.
“Fuck,” I shout, and I can’t help the automatic thrust of my hips to go deeper inside of him.
“Sol,” Spencer pants and his broken voice snaps me out my trance. My eyes dart up to his face to make sure he’s okay, but I quickly realize I don’t need visual confirmation. He looks fucking high. His eyes are nearly closed, and his mouth is slack, and I can’t help but think this is exactly how he looks when he’s carving up our victims.
He does wear his mask every time—for obvious reasons—but I’ve seen what he does before the masks ever came into play and the expression he’s wearing right now matches it to a T.
He’s fucking perfect.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as his ass presses against me. I still once I’m fully seated inside of him and wallow in his tight warmth while my cock twitches, flashes of lightning burning across my flesh.
“Fuck you’re so tight, Spence.” He answers by thrusting his hips up and rotating them and when I feel my cockhead press against his prostate, he lets out a sharp cry. With both hands gripping his hips for leverage, I pull out and slam back into him.
My knees ache from the floor and I’m sure his entire back is going to be bruised tomorrow but neither of us care as we crawl inside of each other. Every thrust into him and he slams back down on me while rotating his hips. It doesn’t take long for his whimpers to grow louder, and I swallow each and every fucking one.
“You’re going to come for me, Spencer,” I bite out as I wrap a hand around his cock while tilting my hips up so my cockhead rubs against his prostate with every thrust into his tight hole.
His dick jerks in my hand as hot ropes of cum spurt across my knuckles and across his abs. I slow my movements as I work him down and once he stops coming, I bring my hand to my mouth and lick his cum off.
“Oh, f-fuck, Sol.” Spencer stares up at me through a half-lidded gaze and now my eyes have adjusted to the dark, I can see the heavy blush along his cheeks and the sweat dampening his skin.
I keep sucking my fingers as I chase my own release which comes way too fucking soon. I pump into Spencer and still as I feel my cock pulse. Spencer clenches his hole around me, fuckingswallowingmy load as I empty inside of him.
I pull out and rest on my haunches as I stare at Spencer’s hole. I wish it wasn’t so dark so I could see in detail what he looks like right now. So, I do the next best thing. I run my fingers along his spent dick, cocking an eyebrow as it flinches beneath my touch. Spencer shrugs nonchalantly and closes his eyes as I touch every inch of him.
I grab his sac with my left hand and squeeze as I run my pointer finger on my right hand down his crack, right to his hole. I fuckinggroanwhen I feel wetness against my fingers.
“I’m leaking out of you,” I tell him as I press my finger inside of him. He feels wet and used and fuckingmine.
“Mmm, I can feel it,” he says with a heavy sigh.
I suppress a groan as I yank my finger out of him and stand. I pull my pants back up and glance around for out masks and gloves. I find them lying haphazardly on the floor around us and I don’t waste any time gathering them. I throw Spencer his.
“Put them on. We need to head home.” He pries open his eyelids and I can see the bliss in his features, magnified by the smile permanently placed on his lips—showcasing his small dimples. He does as I say and stands, albeit a bit unsteady, and puts his things on within seconds.
Without thinking, I grab ahold of his hand and pull us towards the back door. I take a quick glance at the girl lying in the middle of the floor. She’s probably freezing, but if everything goes right, she’ll be dead soon enough anyway.
I can only hope Fallon comes to her senses sooner rather than later because we’re taking a massive risk—all for her.
Fallon
