Page 27 of The Mare Rider of Cornwall Cove
Phil blew out a mighty breath, shook out his sleep-flattened hair, and chucked his whiskery chin up.
“Right, so we study all day about mare riders, then we go back and we do our thing. Stream, send whatever that thing is back to wherever it came from, and come home to have sesame balls.” He looked at me, then Monique, then back to me. “We’ll need sweets. To restore our chi energy.”
“Phil, you took a big hit from the rider last night. Maybe you should sit this one out? I’m sure I can place my cell phone on a tripod and—”
“Nope, we’re a team, Arch. Kestrel and Kee, Paranormal Investigators. That’s what our cool logo says, and that’s what we are. A pair. A duo. A couple. On camera and off. Right?” Phil asked, and all I could do was nod and kiss him on his sweet lips.
“We had better get reading then,” Monique stated just as the door above us screeched open.
“Anyone want some chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast?” Grandpa shouted down at us.
“We’ll read after pancakes,” Monique added before giving us both pats on our cheeks. “You two are such brave, good men.”
Yeah, pancakes followed by reading. And maybe a few more kisses from my incredibly brave boyfriend.
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After stuffing ourselves on chocolate chip pancakes, Phil and I returned to my room to nap, but sleep never really found us, even though we cozied up in bed and tried to rest. Seems like when you try to sleep, that’s when you can’t, so, given we had a slew of angry viewers and an upset sponsor, we decided to do a little sorry video.
But first, we Facetimed Roxie and Tray beforehand to let them know what was going on and that we’d be going back to the asylum tonight with way better preparation. Roxie was oozing guilt. Her big brown eyes were teary as she begged us to forgive her for being so pushy. We assured her there was no need to apologize, as she was trying to help us keep the store open. Tray agreed that more insight was needed before we arrived on site next time. No leaping before looking, as the saying goes. So after that talk, and a promise that they would be here tonight toresume their tech support roles, Phil held up his phone since his arms were longer. With my head next to his, our hair unwashed, our eyes heavy with fatigue, Phil and I went online. We said what we thought we should say. In bed. Wearing our jammies.
“Hey, K and K viewers, Arch and Phil here bright and early with a big apology,” I began. Phil and I were rumpled messes. I tried not to look at myself in that little square for too long. Talk about scary. “Last night’s stream met a very unkind end when we had some major technical difficulties. Also during the stream, we ran into a very unpleasant entity that took a chunk of psychic energy from Phil. We hadn’t prepared for the power that this fiend possessed and lost our feed, some of our equipment was broken, and most upsetting was how this being mentally assaulted Phil. It was a really bad night all around. We’re so sorry for that, and we know that you all paid good money to watch us investigate Cornwall Cove. What we’d like to do is this…” I rolled my head to look at Phil, and he took over. The pillow behind us crunched as he moved his arm to the right a bit.
“Hi, everyone. So what we’re going to do is have our tech team go through the receipts from last night, and everyone who paid for the PPV stream will be given a refund before noon. It might already be in your bank account now. We hope you’ll join us when we revisit the asylum tonight as me and Arch free this thing from our world. Again, yeah, we’re super sorry for the crappy stream last night. I got hit pretty hard by this fiend, as I’d not had my protection bag on me, my bad. Trust me, when we return, I’ll be charmed up the butthole.”
That made me titter. “Well, hopefully not literally.”
Phil gaped for a second, then his cheeks went bright red. “Oh, yeah, no, not literally.” I wiggled up an inch to kiss his hot face.
“I love this man,” I confessed to the world. “I hope you all are going to join us tonight at eight when we return to Cornwall Coveto cleanse it from the darkness that has fed there for far too long. Later.”
We both gave the camera peace signs, and Phil ended the livestream. I moved to my side to stare at him as he dropped his phone on the nightstand and rolled back to press himself into me, one thick leg coming between mine. His erection was poking me in the hip bone as he lowered his mouth to mine. I licked in softly, tasting coffee, syrup, and chocolate on him.
“Mm, you taste good.” I sighed into his mouth when we began nibbling at each other.
“You too.” He nipped at my lower lip and then pushed back to lock his arms, holding himself above me from the waist up. That fat dick of his was still jabbing into me. “I want to suck you off.”
I ran a hand through his hair as I studied him closely. “Really?” It seemed so out of left field to be this horny after such a horrible night, but the proof of his desire was rubbing along the crease of my pelvis and now…ah shit, right against my dick. The kissing had me half aroused already, but that thick prick of his grinding into my cock was making me hard fast. “You sure about this?”
He mumbled something across my lips as he licked a hot path from my mouth down over my chin to my throat. I loved it. Really, I did. Phil was a sweet, conscientious lover who took great joy in pleasing me, which was wholly reciprocated, but this just felt…off.
“Hey, hey,” I panted, reaching for his face, tipping it upward as he ground into me like a stripper on a pole. “Baby, are you positive you want to mess around?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I want to get as close as I can. I just…” His gaze grew melancholy for a second. “I need to love you and feel loved right now. I’m really scared of…”
I led his lips to mine. He wriggled up to deepen the kiss, his tongue moving over mine hungrily. Sensing he neededconnection on a deeper level than pancakes or hugs from a surrogate mom could supply, I let myself go so I could give him what he needed. The passion soared then as we began tugging at our tops and bottoms, tasting and touching madly, hands grasping at heated flesh until we were both stripped bare.
“I want you in my mouth,” he whispered before taking one of my nipples between his white teeth. I jerked at the sensation, my cock leaking, his body tight to mine. He popped off with a grunt that made me shudder. “I want you to come down my throat, then I want to come on your chest and lick the spunk off your pretty brown nips.”
“Holy shit, that sounds amazing,” I managed to croak out. His eyes glowed, and he went down on me like a man starved of dick. He fell on my cock with such veracity that my hips jerked and a yelp broke free. I instantly grabbed a pillow to bite down on as Phil deepthroated every inch of me. He nudged his broad shoulders between my thighs, cupped my balls, and began sucking. Spittle coated his chin and my balls. He had learned just what I liked, so he knew just how to tongue the slit until I groaned while squeezing my sack with just the right amount of pressure. With my mouth full of poly-fil, I moaned and rolled my hips as he suckled harder and harder. I threw a leg over his shoulder. He released my balls to find my hole and fingered it with just the tip until I blew apart. When the first pulse swept over me, he moaned in delight, swallowing rapidly as he fingered my hole. He released my cock, slid out his finger, and got to his knees. The pillow was flung from my face as he knee-walked upward until his ass was on my abdomen. He took that thick dick of his in his hand and began pumping.
“Yeah, yeah, shit, Phil, do it.” My dick was still oozing cum. The sight of him towering over me with his dick fisted, the head dark red and slick, made me quiver as more spunk leaked out. Then his spine arched. He shoved the heel of his hand into hismouth as ropes of pearly white flew from him, coating my chest and shoulder. I grabbed his hips to keep him from toppling off the bed as he came with force, his cock kicking like a mule.
“Arch,” he growled low and deep before dropping down to lick his cum from my chest. I carded my fingers into his hair, guiding his mouth to each nipple, each droplet of seed, until my chest was wet and my nipples were hard and aching. His mouth claimed mine. I dug my nails lightly into his scalp and allowed him to take all that he needed from me. Phil was in charge this time. I was happy to have him take whatever his soul required to assure him that I was here and safe.
“Love you,” I said softly once the frenzy had abated.
“Me too, Arch.” He dropped beside me, curling around me like a contented cat, and used his pointer finger to draw lazy loops through the drying cum and spit on my chest. There wasn’t much hair to impede his drawings. Not like his chest, which was covered with dark blond curls. “I don’t ever want to lose you, lose this, not ever.”
