Page 13 of Hearts of Stone

I knew then that I was dreaming. He was so fucking beautiful, there was no way he could be a living, breathing man. Those razor sharp cheekbones, that proud nose, those full lips, quirking up now under my inspection. A thick mane of red hair spilled over the pillow like a nest of snakes. And that chest. Heavy with muscle, the power there barely deployed as he pulled me over to sit on top of him.

I’d gone to bed in my shirt, but now I was naked as I straddled his bare hips, shifting slightly back and forth. I let out a small sound of frustration, the hard wall of his taut stomach going some way to stroking the itch I felt building inside me, but not doing anything to resolve it. He chuckled and shifted me further down and that’s when I felt the slide of his thick cock separating my folds.

“Ohh, fuck…” I hissed at the feel of that sudden, much more direct pressure.

Usually getting off took an industrial strength wand vibe, a whole lot of lube and some choice monster fucker porn to get me off long after Trevor had rolled over and fallen asleep, but not now. Whoever this dream lover was, his touch was like fire and all I wanted to do was burn. I rubbed, rubbed, like a person trying to ignite a scrap of tinder, but I was the one I wanted to set alight.

“That’s it,” he crooned in a low voice, only the slight tremor to his tone making clear how he was taking this. “Take what you need, my love…”

I’d spent my life waiting for a man to use a tone that reverent, to stare at me with that kind of intensity. His dark eyes felt like they burned all the way down to my soul.

As did his touch.

My mouth fell open the moment his did and I dropped my head down, our lips colliding. I kissed him like he was all the oxygen left in the world and my lungs burned for a taste. I kissed him with teeth and tongue, with my nails burying themselves in his chest, and he matched my intensity. One hand gripped my hip, holding me right where I needed to be, the other buried in my hair.

“That’s it…”

My hips tilted further forward and he surged up, the head of his cock grazing my sopping entrance. I felt it slip, slide, and then I shoved backwards, letting out a little whine of frustration.

“Never fear.” His voice was deep, rumbling, feeling like it vibrated all the way through me, from my head to my toes. “I’ve got everything you need.”

I couldn’t tell if that was a promise or a curse, but then I felt his cock, thick, so much thicker than I was used to, working its way in. Long, slow rocking movements, the two of us workingas one, forcing me open, the stretch making me shiver. I wasn’t used to this, feeling so damn full, having everything I could possibly need and then more. I couldn’t even get out words, sitting there, like a queen on her throne, pierced through and panting like a bitch in heat and that made him smile.

It was a cruel thing and a sweet one, at the same time, as he stared up at me.

“We’ll never hold a thing back from you.”

And, with that, the room seemed to come alive. I felt the bed dimple and then shift, as others climbed on as well, appearing from the shadows to cluster around us. Hands went to my breasts, slid under my chin and held me in place as yet more went between my legs. My clit was worked back and forth as I began to move helplessly. Someone spat on their fingers and then rubbed that around the entrance of my other hole, then pushed in. And with each new caress the pleasure seemed to multiply, over and over, growing greater and greater, until I finally achieved my goal.

I was hot, so hot, sweat prickling across my brow as I threw my head back, my hips moving in earnest now, snapping up and down, working him harder and harder. But as I got hotter, he got colder, the delicious difference in temperature making me shiver, right before I looked down.

It was too late and he knew that, because this was somehow all part of his plan. The man from before wasn’t lying beneath me. It was that gargoyle. The massive beast from Z Ward, he lay beneath me, his long hair silvery grey as it lay across the pillow, but it was his mouth that drew my attention. That cruel smile was still there, partially marred by a growing snarl that tore through his chest as he erupted.

His cum was scalding hot, burning me from the inside, forcing the flames of pleasure to flare so bright I screamed. But his cock, it was ice cold and impervious. Not hard like a man’s,but hard like stone. This beast fucked me through one wave of orgasm and into the next, roaring his victory as I just screamed.

When I sat straight up in bed the first thing I saw was I was in a strange room I didn’t know and sun was streaming through the windows. My shirt was hanging off my shoulders, unbuttoned in the night and what else was different? I stared up at the bleary sight of my morning bedhead, peering at my reflection in the mirror on the ceiling, when I saw it. A small, grey, polished pebble, left in the indent of one of the pillows.

Chapter 9

“Are you OK?”

Daniel came at a run, slamming the door open, wearing only a pair of very tight Lycra boxers.

“Oh my god, I’m not now,” I said, putting my hand over my eyes. “For the love of god, put your dick away.”

“That’s what my hookups say after a long night of multiple orgasms.” He completely ignored my plea, flopping onto the bed next to me. I pulled a pillow over my face in response. “So, WTF? I heard that scream all the way down the hall.”

“All the way down the hall?” I peeled the pillow back. “What were you doing down the hall?”

“Checking out your fucking killer pad, duh. Like holy fucking shit, have you seen the bathroom?”

I recognised that look, wide-eyed and with a gleeful grin, and felt myself tense up.

“I’ve seen a bathroom. This room has an ensuite.”

“So does mine. I christened it last night, if you know what I mean.” He gave me an exaggerated wink. “But fuck, you gotta see this…”

Before I could protest he was up and off the bed, tugging me free of the covers and that’s when I let out a little yelp.

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