Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Shai slicks up his cock with lube, then pushes my legs back. I won’t pretend I’m the most flexible guy around, but I’d bend myself in half if it was the only way I could have his dick. Shai’s on his knees, cock against my rim, gaze on mine, his eyes holding me, feeling like they’re putting me in a trance, before slowly, so fucking slowly, starting to push in.
“Fuck,” I pant, breathing quickly.
“Are you okay? Did I not prep you enough?”
“No. I’m good. It’s just…” What is it? He’s looking at me, concern in those blue eyes of his. He bites his lip, the head of his dick in my ass, but not moving, not giving me more. It’s like…like I’m being swept away, like every single good moment I’ve ever had in my life is right there, within reach, the tips of my fingers brushing against it. “I need more,” I finally say.
Shai eases more of his cock into me, never taking his gaze off me. “You’re doing so good for me. That’s it. You can do it. You take my cock so well.”
My body relaxes, Shai able to work more of his dick inside me. He pulls back some, then eases in, watching me like I’m this precious thing. Like I’m more than just a killer, but he doesn’t seem to shy away from that part of me either. Like he gets my quirks, gets all those bits and pieces inside me that make me stand out from everyone else. Like he holds space for them, wants to nourish them. All of that feeling builds within me, stronger, more potent, this unstoppable force, and when he finally slams all the way inside, then pulls back and does it again, it’s there, I feel it. What Ollie had in that moment. I described it as blissed out before, and it is, but it’s also more…like breathing or my heart beating, something my body needs to function. Add the pleasure on top of that, the most delicious fucking pleasure possible…
“Fuck…more,” I beg.
He pulls back and slams into me again, over and over.
“God, what is it about you? I don’t fucking get it. Why does it feel so different?” Shai asks, echoing the questions playing in my head. I don’t have an answer, so instead I pull him on top of me, seal our lips together, slide my tongue into his mouth and kiss him while he fucks me so good.
How does Ollie ever get off Cillian’s dick if it feels this way? I want Shai inside me all the time, want to save this feeling, and every time shit gets twisted, every time I can’t find my way out of it, remember what this is like and let it lead me home.
Shai pulls back from my mouth, letting spit drop onto my aching erection. I wrap my hand around my shaft, stroking while he fucks, while his piercing hits me in all the right places until I can’t hold back anymore—back bowed, mouth open, his name on my lips as I come, my release shooting up my stomach to land on my chest.
“Fuck, me too, baby,” Shai says, dick twitching in my ass as he unloads everything in his balls, filling me with his cum.
That was it. That’s the feeling I’ve been chasing.
He leans down, licking up my cum, then kissing me, before going back to my chest to get more for us to share.
What is happening to me?
What is changing?
I reach for him when Shai pulls out of me and gets off the bed.
“You’re a needy little thing. I’m not going far.” He comes back a few moments later with a wet cloth, cleaning me up before handing me two pain pills, which I take with water.
Shai turns out the light and climbs into bed with me, and the last thing I hear is, “You’re mine. I don’t care if you’re theirs too, but you’re mine,” before I drift to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Shai
I open my eyes the next morning to see Rory lying on his side, staring down at me. He looks like he’s been awake for hours, no sleepy eyes or anything like that, just…staring.
“Good morning,” I say, rubbing a hand over my face. Unlike him, I’m still half-asleep.
“Good morning,” he says, not moving from his position.
“What are you doing?” I ask because I can’t say this has ever happened to me before.
“Watching you.”
“I see that,” I reply.
“Does it bother you?” He lifts his hand slowly, pauses, then keeps going, running his fingers through my hair.
My breath catches. “No. It’s a bit weird, but it doesn’t bother me. I think…I think maybe I like it.” It feels good that Rory is this obsessed with me.
“You’re just a little off, like me.”
He grins, and I chuckle. He’s right. Maybe that’s why this—whatever it is—works. I’ve told him he’s mine, and he hasn’t argued—told me the same thing about me—but I still don’t know what that means.