Page 71 of Fragmented Illusions
Gooseflesh breaks out as he circles my nipple before pinching it between his fingers. I cry out at the unexpected jolt—and my punishment is my face being pressed harder into the brick.
“What am I going to tell you, Spencer?” Solomon asks, his voice back to its original monotone.
I grind my teeth but selfishly answer as my heart skips a beat. “Take it quietly.”
“That’s right. Do as you’re told so we can get back to her.” With that, his hand reaches the rest of the way through my hoodie to wrap around my throat. It causes my hoodie to bunch up around my upper chest, exposing me to the elements, but I barely even acknowledge them.
I can’t focus on anything other than Sol.
Always Sol.
And hopefully our pretty girl soon as well.
His other hand relieves its pressure on my skull to snake down my back and hip before teasing with the waistband of my black sweatpants. I’m panting as his fingers plunge inside and wrap around my twinging erection with no hesitation. His grip is brutal as he begins to twist his hand around me, working me hard and fast.
I grunt at the pain. The pleasure. AtSol.
I arch back into him as wave after wave of ecstasy flood me. I feel his dick pressing against my ass as I grind against him, desperate for some sort of reaction.
He’s taller than me by a couple inches, so with him at my back, and me hunched over slightly, his mouth rests perfectly against the hollow of my neck. His lips brush against my skin as he runs his thumb over my leaking slit, spreading my precum over me.
“I can feel how close you are. You’re twitching in my hand.” Solomon’s hot breath blows across my overheated skin, and combined with the nipping cold air, I shiver.
“Fuck!” Solomon sinks his teeth into my trapezius right as my release hits me. I throw my head back so fast and so hard; it smacks right into the side of Solomon’s face. He grunts as my skull connects with his cheekbone and he tightens his grip on my erection as he works every last fucking drop of cum out of me.
My legs feel like jelly when he finally pulls his hand out of my pants, smearing my cum along my skin as he trails his fingers up my abs. He takes a step back and I have to force my upper body to lean forward so I don’t lose my balance and biff it.
When I finally feel stable enough, I turn around, and the movement causes my bunched-up hoodie to fall back into place, bringing me instant protection from the whipping wind which has now picked up drastically.
I feel as if I’m in a daze as Solomon silently steps forward and puts my mask back over my face. He secures it around my head, then pulls my hood back up. He swiftly does the same to himself and when we’re both masked again, we lock eyes.
It’s dark so I can’t see his eyes through the dark holes in the mask, but I can feel his gaze burning into my skin. I flush as my breath blows back on my face. I break eye contact when a streak of red flashes somewhere behind Solomon.
“What the…?” I cock my head to the side as I watch our pretty girl rush down the street, forcing her tiny feet to trudge through the snow that has quickly built up.
Solomon spins around on his heels to see what I’m talking about and when he notices Fallon walking, I physicallyseethe way his entire body relaxes. The tension radiating from his shoulders slowly diminishes the longer we watch her walk away from us.
I smile behind my mask. Solomon’s reaction to her is further proof she’s meant to be with us. I only hope she realizes it sooner rather than later because shit is about to start going downhill if she doesn’t.
“Where do you think she’s going?” I ask Sol as we both saunter down the sidewalk, following Fallon from a distance while staying in the shadows.
He doesn’t bother to answer me as we walk. The frigid air seeps into my hoodie and my cum covered skin feels even cooler as it dries. I shiver as I feel goosebumps break out across my entire body—even down to my toes.
I step through a pile of snow that has formed next to the brick wall of the building we are almost plastered against and snow melts inside of my shoe, soaking my socks and furthering my discomfort.
I hate the fucking snow. Sure, I don’t mind the thirty-degree weather we are walking through right now but add snow on top of it and I’m a miserable man.
It might have something to do with my mother throwing me outside in a snowbank when I was eight years old, but it’s probably best not to dwell on that when I need to keep my shit together. I’ll get the chance to let it all out when we can finally kill the girl we have holed up at the cabin.
But… It will probably be Fallon’s kill then, not mine.
Maybe she’ll share.
Yeah, I’m sure she will share, and we will get to carve her up together while Solomon watches. Fuck, justthinkingabout killing with her gets my dick hard all over again as if I didn’t just come in Sol’s hand.
I press the heel of my hand down onto my erection that threatens to burst through my sweatpants as we trudge through the snow. I glance to my right where Sol is a step ahead of me. I dart my eyes down and when I see his own erection straining against the stretchy material, I grin.
He fucking wants it too.
