Page 24 of Strangled
I’m met with no resistance as I sink into his heat. I add a second finger just as quickly, needing to watch him filled and stretched past his capabilities. I move my fingers inside him, spreading them apart as I thrust, intently watching his swollen ring mold to the intrusion.
As I add the third finger and shove each one as deeply as I can, Lyken shouts, his back arching into a beautiful curve. My fingers bump against a small nub as I twist them around, and I freeze, my eyebrows furrowing.
I press against it as hard as I can, trying to figure out what’s inside of him when Lyken lurches away with a howl, his head bashing into the wall. The force of his reaction has my fingers yanked out of him as he falls forward, collapsing into a heap.
He seems incapable of speaking as he pants, sweat pouring from his face and distorting the bits of paint left there. His eyes are closed as he leans against the wall, seeming to catch his breath. His pants are tangled around his legs.
The fact that he couldsee meif he opened his eyes doesn’t even register as my gaze falls to his weeping cock, still hard and twitching against his abdomen.
I want to ask him what that was to make him react so violently, but all I can think about is doing it again and again and again until he’s crying and shaking in my arms, begging me to stop.
Grinding my teeth, I grab his bloodied arm and pull him to me. I crush him against my chest as his legs wrap around my waist. His head falls into the crook of my neck, his parted lips pressed against my scars as he pants.
I stiffen on instinct, but feeling his bare skin against my hands is enough to override my trepidation. The space is far too cramped, and I wish we were in my attic where I could have him spread out for me, my friends’ silk the perfect backdrop to his beauty, but this will have to do for now.
I snake my hand down his spine, feeling each knob of his vertebrae as I make my way to his hole once more. I slide three back into his slick opening, immediately searching for the nub I found before.
It takes me a few tries, but when my fingertips bump against it, Lyken cries out, shaking and breathing so heavily against me, the heat of his breath causes droplets of condensation to trickle down my flesh.
He mouths at me, his arms scrambling for purchase as they clutch at my shoulders. He rocks back, making my fingers sink impossibly deep inside of him before arching forward, rubbing his cock against my abdomen.
He gyrates his hips, mewling helplessly as he sets a steady rhythm. My hand finds his cock, and I make a fist around him so he has something to fuck into. I slip a fourth finger inside as he rocks back, hissing as he stretches to accommodate such a tight fit.
My lips part in helpless revelation as I watch my stranger lose himself against me, wrapped around me, fucking me.
My chest heaves helplessly, his weight adding to the difficulty of breathing, but nothing has ever felt so good—so solid—in my fucking life. I rotate my hand until my thumb digs into his crack, and I use that leverage to guide him the way I want him to move. Pressing the heel of my hand into his tailbone, I curl my fingers inside of him to grip him—hard.
I change his pace to short, shallow thrusts at the feel of his cock twitching and leaking profusely, his release right on the precipice.
“No, no, please,” he begs, breathing into my neck, hands fisting my T-shirt in an iron-clad grip. I release his shaft, bewilderment flashing across my face when I catch sight of my hand glistening, even in the shadows.
I run my tongue along the sticky mess coating my skin, and for the first time in my life, the feel of my gnarled flesh doesn’t make me sick to my stomach. No, I’m too busy reveling in the salty-sweet, bloody taste of my Lyken as it enters my mouth and overrides my senses.
“Mmm,” I rumble, licking myself clean. Lyken tries to lean back. My arm snaps around him, keeping him pinned to my chest. I’m sure he can feel my labored breathing as it causes his own chest to rise and fall in sync with mine, but he doesn’t comment on it.
“Fuck, harder, Chet!” The sound of his friend shouting makes my gut coil into a knot of displeased provocation. It only serves to remind me that Lyken was watching them fucking, hard for them.
Lyken’s entire body stiffens when he registers the voices on the other side. I feel his muscles tense in preparation to detangle from my body, and my heart lurches.
“No,” I growl, flexing my fingers still residing in his ass. He gasps, writhing in my lap, his face pressing into the crook of my neck like it’s the only place he belongs.
“You’re mine. Hard for me. Want me.” My words come out in short, angry pants, his heat around my fingers so fucking potent, it’s short circuiting my brain. He fits perfectly in my arms, against my body—heavy—but the weight is comforting.
“Can’t. This is so wrong,” he murmurs. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, thinking of him leaving.
“No. You stay.” I yank my fingers from him and dig them into his hip as I lift his ass from my lap. I fumble with my pants as I try to free my cock.
He’s mine. He’ll never go anywhere again.
The damp, stifling air hits my cock, and I hiss a sigh of relief. Gripping the base, I angle my shaft, my head rubbing against Lyken’s slick hole. He whimpers,fucking whimpers,right into my goddamn ear.
Heat like I have never felt before surges and floods my entire fucking body in a wave of incomprehensible magnitude. My vision whites out as my head slips past his impossibly tight ring before sinking into endless depth.
In one, hard thrust, Lyken’s ass settles on my lap, his cheeks molding against my thighs. His erection bobs between us as he leans back slightly, taking as much of my length into him as he can.
His balls are warm against my abdomen, even through my shirt, but I need to feelallof him against me. I lift the hemjustenough for his skin to skim mine.
“Oh fuck.Fuck.” His head is thrown back, his neck arched, his Adam’s apple bulging from his throat. I want to bite it—him. Sink my teeth into his supple flesh.
