Page 19 of Demon of Dreams

He brought his left hand down to stroke his cock furiously. My hand moved back to his ass. I slid my fingers between his cheeks and down to his hole. He whined, high-pitched and needy, as I wiped his precum up against his entrance.

“Want me to stop, huh? Want me to walk away?”

He shook his head frantically.

“You sure about that?” I rubbed a circle against his hole with my index finger, but stayed on the outside, teasing him. “Because I could leave. I don’t need your questions. Don’t need anything from you that I haven’t already gotten.”

He shook his head again.

“Tell me,” I commanded. “Tell me what you want.”

“Don’t leave.” He moaned the words. “Please. Please, keep going.”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck your hole with my fingers? Want me to get you panting like the slut you are?”

“Yes.” He was panting already. “Yes, God, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck my hole. Treat me like a whore. It’s what I am.”

It was decidedlynotwhat he was. Our encounters were strictly consensual. Practically platonic, from one way of looking at it. There certainly wasn’t any romantic feeling between us.

But it wasn’t transactional, either. We were just meeting each other’s needs, in the best way we knew how.

I laughed, letting him feel my breath on the back of his neck. “Itiswhat you are,” I whispered. “It’s why you come running, every time you see me. Why you beg me to touch you. Beg me to let you suck my cock. Beg me to do what no one else will.”

With that, I pushed my finger into him, hard and fast. Lew let out a yelp that turned into a moan as I slid my finger out, then back in again. His moans grew louder, and he stroked his cock with abandon.

After a minute, he spread his legs even wider—which wasn’t saying much, with his jeans bunched around his thighs, but I could take the hint. I added a second finger, twisting and teasing as I fucked them in and out of his hole. He whimpered in appreciation.

The first time we’d hooked up, he told me not to be gentle. Told me he liked it hard. That his hole could take whatever punishment I could give it. And over the past year, I’d learned he was telling the truth.

I didn’t know much about Lew’s past. What guys he’d been with, or how many. But his hole, dark and deep, was looser than most of the men I’d been with. Not that it bothered me. My cock was big enough that it could stretch out even the loosest hole. And the tightest hole in the world didn’t mean much if a man didn’t know how to use it.

The image of the guy who’d surprised us popped back into my head. His gray hooded sweatshirt and jeans had looked wrinkled and slept-in. I wondered what he was doing here. Fuck, I hoped we hadn’t traumatized him for life. Hoped he wasn’t going to run and tell everyone he met about the filthy perverts he’d seen in the bathroom.

I wasn’t ashamed of myself, or of anything we were doing, but I really didn’t want to have to avoid Pointe Claudette until the furor died down. And it would suck for Lew. Unlike me, he had to live here full-time.

But to be honest, I didn’t think the kid would tell. For one thing, it wasn’t like he’d been the perfect Boy Scout either. He was jerking off in a public restroom, for God’s sake. And when he’d opened the door and seen us, he hadn’t been in a rush to leave, either.

It wasn’t shock that had rooted him to the spot. I’d been studying his face too closely to believe that. His mouth had dropped open in surprise, but within seconds, he was biting his lip as he watched Lew go back to sucking my cock. I don’t think he was even aware of it.

And his eyes. Wide and wondering, with irises the exact color of Lake Superior on a stormy day, gray mist over a boundless blue. We’d made eye contact, and I swear I felt a bolt of lightning go through me.

The guy had been shocked, yes. But he’d been turned on. I knew that in a way that felt deeper than knowing. Like it was in the marrow of my bones. Which made no damn sense. I’d never met him before. But I was sure he was drawn to what he was seeing.

That had to be why I’d spoken to him like that. I was close to coming, but that wouldn’t have made me reckless on its own. I prided myself on being in control at all times.

And I’d been right, hadn’t I?Are you next in line? Five words from me, and the kid had come, hands-free. I glanced to the right—I could still see the mess he’d made on the floor. Fuck, that was hot, I had to admit.

Maybe it was creepy, thinking about a perfect stranger like that. It’s not like I’d ever see him again, but a thin thread of guilt wound through my stomach anyway. Stupid. He’d never know. And what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

Pushing him out of my mind, I turned my focus back to Lew, who was whimpering and panting in front of me. I added a third finger, pleased with the groan of pleasure that brought. He was close. I knew the sounds he made too well.

Wonder what that kid would sound like with three of your fingers inside him. Wonder if they’d even fit. He looked pretty new to all of this.

Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about him. I crooked my fingers, pressing against Lew’s prostate before stroking them back out. His breath was getting choppier, his whining higher-pitched. Not long now.

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