Page 53 of Demon of Dreams

Just when I wondered if Sean was ever going to slow down, he pulled back, his cock sliding out of my mouth with a heavy, wet sound. Drool coated my lips, trickling down my chin. I looked up, dazed.

The next thing I knew, he was pulling me to my feet and shoving my chest against the wall next to the sink. He grabbed both my wrists and brought them behind my back, pinning my arms in place.

Oh shit. He’s going to fuck me. He’s going to fuck me right here. Oh shit, oh shit.

The thought ran through my head on a loop. He hadn’t said anything, but that had to be what he was thinking. Why else put me in this position? But there was nothing in here to use as lube, was there?

I looked left and right frantically. All I saw was the soap dispenser, and while I was no sex expert, soap up my ass didn’t seem like a great idea. Was he not planning to use any lube at all?

I’d thought I was so brave, giving my first-ever blow job, and all the while, he’d just been toying with me, building up to this. Did he know I was a virgin? Did he even care?

“You’re a squirmer, huh?” Sean said, his voice right in my ear. “That just makes it better for me.” His teeth grazed my shoulder.

I could just tell him to stop.He’d said he didn’t want to cross any lines, and I was at least 50% sure he’d meant that. His cock was wet with my spit, pressed up against my ass, but I knew that thin coating wouldn’t be enough to keep it from hurting.

Maybe you want it to hurt.

I opened my mouth to protest, and again, Sean surprised me. He pushed forward, but instead of his cock pushing my cheeks apart, it slid in between my legs. Slick, slippery noises emerged from the tight channel of my thighs as he fucked in and out of it.

I gasped, a noise that was half laugh, half cry.

“You like that, huh?”

“I thought—I thought you were going to—” I stammered.

“Oh, I’m not going to fuck you today. I’m not going to fuck you until you beg me to.” He bit my shoulder, and I bristled at the assumption in his voice.

“I’m not—I wouldn’t—I’m never going to do that.”

Sean just laughed. “Trust me. You will.”

I was glad my face was turned towards the wall so he couldn’t see my embarrassment—and my anger. Yeah, his attitude pissed me off, but I was madder at myself.

He was a jerk, but here I was, letting him do all of this. Whywouldn’the assume I’d beg him to fuck me someday? He’d already seen how broken I was, how desperate. Why wouldn’t he assume I’d come back for more?

As if he could tell what I was thinking, his hand slid forward and grasped my cock. I moaned as he stroked me, his hand moving in time with the thrusts between my thighs. It was too much, too good. After not being allowed to touch myself for so long, I could barely contain myself.

“Yes.” The word slipped out of my lips unbidden. “God, yes.”

“That’s what I thought.” Sean’s voice dripped with contempt. “You thought I was going to fuck you without asking, and you’re still putty in my hands. You’ve never wanted anything more than this.”

It was true—except it wasn’t. There was one thing I knew would make it better. One thing I’d never get, but couldn’t stop imagining.

If only it weren’t Sean toying with me right now. If only it were Noah. Noah telling me to suck him off. Noah holding both of my wrists in one of his huge hands. Noah shoving me against the wall and making me confront my true desires.

If it were Noah, Iwouldhave begged him to fuck me.

And just like that, itwasNoah behind me—in my mind, anyway. Noah’s cock plunging into the hot, dark space between my thighs. Noah’s hand jerking me off. Noah, forcing me to admit all the truths I wanted to deny.

I came, moaning as I released into his hand. It was all so embarrassing, so pathetic, and somehow that just made it hotter. I felt like I was floating.

His movements grew wilder, his thrusts harder and faster. He grunted with each pump inwards, his weight falling across my shoulders. His fingers were still stroking my cock, and I whimpered, overstimulated.

And then I felt it—his cock throbbing, his cum spurting into the channel between my thighs. His whole body pressed against mine and his teeth bit my shoulder again, hard enough to make me whine.

He didn’t release me—my cock or my shoulder—until he finally stopped thrusting into my thighs. When he pulled away, I gasped for air, but my back felt cold and exposed with the heat of his body gone.

“Fuck, that was good.”

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