Page 52 of Demon of Dreams

“Not as small as I thought you’d be,” he said. I couldn’t tell if it was a compliment. “Now take those off. Shoes and socks too.”

Face burning with embarrassment, I stooped awkwardly, pulling my pants and underwear off one leg at a time. I straightened, clothes in hand, but Sean took them from me and tossed them in the corner.

I was freezing now. The tile floor was cold, and I fought the urge to hug myself again. It didn’t help that Sean was completely dressed, watching me with a mix of contempt and hunger. It didn’t help that I knew I deserved that contempt, for letting him treat me like this. And the hunger—I didn’t know how to feel about that.

“That’s better.” His eyes roved over my exposed skin as his hands went to his own fly. “Now, you’re going to want to kneel.”

I jumped, looking at him in confusion. Did he know what Noah had said to me? No, he couldn’t possibly. It had to just be a coincidence. But it was so similar to Noah’s words that I was shaken.

This was it. The real deal. The night at the Balsam Inn, nothing had happened. And the trance last night, the dream at the rest stop—those had been imaginary. But this was actually happening.

My heart pounded. This was my last chance to change my mind. If I didn’t want this, I needed to say something, now.

I sank to my knees. Sean nodded like he’d never doubted I would, and pulled his cock free from his boxers. My eyes went wide. It was…large. Not as big as what I’d imagined on Noah last night, but definitely bigger than I was. Not just long, but thick and uncut. Precum beaded at the tip. My breath sped up.

I was going to taste that in a minute. Taste a man for the first time. Find out if it was the same as I’d imagined in my dreams. Find out if I really wanted this.

“Now,” he said. “Suck my cock.”

It was so simple. So stark. Not a hint of discomfort or embarrassment. Why did he get to be so confident when I was practically levitating from nerves?

Maybe because his dick looks like that, and yours looks like, well, yours, said a traitorous voice in the back of my mind.

I bit my lip. An image of my dad flashed before my eyes, one night when I’d let Neil drive me home after working late on a physics project.

Faggot. You think I don’t know what you were doing? You think I’m going to let you flaunt it for the whole town to see? You need to learn your lesson.

My dad’s boots had steel toes, and my ribs had hurt for weeks after that. My whole body had. My dad was never gentle.

I made myself lean forward. I shouldn’t have to hear his voice in my head anymore. Shouldn’t have to remember him at all. I closed my eyes and slid the tip of Sean’s cock into my mouth.

It tasted just like I’d imagined, sweaty and sweet and fucking perfect. I leaned farther forward, my eyes opening, taking more of his cock inside. I was sucking a man’s cock for the first time, and it was filthy and wrong, and I’d never wanted anything more.

I could feel the heat of his body on my tongue, smell the tang of his skin. I brought a hand to the base of his cock and felt the prickle of his blond pubic hair under my fingers.

“Fuck yeah,” Sean said as I slid him in and out of my mouth. “Suck that cock.”

It should have sounded ridiculous, considering that was what I was already doing. It should have sounded condescending. Honestly, itdidsound condescending, but somehow it just made me harder.

I slid his cock all the way out, stroking the underside with my tongue, then swirled my tongue around the head before taking him back down. That earned a groan from him. I slid my free hand down to my own cock and began to stroke myself. I was so ashamed—ashamed that I wanted this, ashamed I was doing anything with Sean of all people—but I couldn’t stop myself.

Sean, on the other hand, could.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tilting my face up towards his. “Did I say you could do that?”

“Buh-ah-gih—” I tried to reply, but his cock filled my mouth, and trying to talk around it was making me choke.

“You don’t do anything unless I say you can.” He glared, and I dropped my hand away from my cock. “There we go. Now get back to your job.”

I was humiliated. Not just that I was accepting this, but that I enjoyed it. I might not be touching my cock anymore, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t throbbing.

Sean slid his hand to the back of my head, then thrust his hips forward, pushing more of his cock into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and I convulsed, gagging around it. He didn’t seem concerned. He just thrust his hips again, clearly enjoying being in control.

I tried to relax my throat, tried to just accept each thrust as it came, breathing each time he pulled out. He was using my mouth like I was nothing but a fleshlight. Like I wasn’t even human.

You’re not human, though, are you? whispered the voice in the back of my mind.He might not know that, but you do. You’re an incubus. You were made for this. For sex. For degradation. This is what you are.

And God help me, if the long strand of pre-cum connecting my cock to the floor was any indication, this was exactly how I liked it.

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