Page 54 of Shaped By Darkness

I rub my free hand down my face with a groan of frustration as I try to clear the thought from my mind.

My eyes fly open as I let my hand fall away, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth as I find Pike exactly where I’d just imagined him, on his knees in front of me. His tongue presses to the underside of my cock as he runs it over each piercing. He knows how sensitive they are, knows what I like best, and how to make me come hard enough that I swear I see stars. We’ve had years to fuck around, literally, and he’s spent it finding ways tomake me feel more than I ever wanted to, more than I even knew was possible.

I’ve fucked a handful of girls and a guy or two, but none of them were anything special, just a body. I’d thought maybe I didn’t enjoy sex; everyone else always raved about it, and while it wasn’t bad most of the time, it wasn’t worth the way it made me feel after touching someone for so long. Now I think it was me. I never wanted any of them, not the way I want Pike and Serena.

Pike’s lips press to the tip of my cock, his tongue darting out to lick up the pre-cum I can feel beading there, and he hums his appreciation. His hum sends pleasure through me, and it’s been long enough that I can already feel my orgasm creeping up on me.

Never one to miss cues like that, Pike’s lips pull up in a smile, and I know what he’s about to do before he does it. Not that it does me a lick of good knowing. He’s moving before I can stop him, though I don’t even attempt to. I might not feel like I deserve this, but I only have so much willpower.

Pike presses forward, and I watch my cock disappear into his mouth, holding my breath until I feel the back of his throat as he swallows around me. His tongue caresses the underside of my cock as he hollows out his cheeks, and damn it, I’m weak.

I could come just from the way he looks on his knees like this; the rest is just added torture, sweet fucking torture, but torture all the same.

My eyes fall closed, and my head lolls back, a strangled groan ripping its way from somewhere deep inside me. I don’t need to see to find him, my fingers tangling in his pretty blond hair, making him moan, which in turn sends a thrill through me, right to my balls, as I almost lose control and come down his throat.

But that would be too soon, and I’m not done with him yet.

Pulling back, I thrust forward, loving the way his throat constricts around me. Forcing my eyes open, I look down at himas he squirms, his hand rubbing against his obviously hard cock as he looks for some relief.

“No touching,” I hiss, forcing the words out through clenched teeth as I try to keep myself from falling over the edge.

It’s useless, though. His eyes flick up to meet mine, and that’s it.

Tears fill his eyes as I fuck his face. Drool leaking down the side of his mouth as he sits like a good boy waiting to eat every drop of cum I give him. All while being painfully hard, unable to do anything but wait for me to fuck him into oblivion the way he loves.

With one more thrust of my hips, I hold Pike still, my cock buried in his throat as I come with a groan that almost sounds more like my beast than something I should be able to do. It doesn’t matter, though; he makes me feral. Despite the fact that I’ve just come, I can already feel my cock hardening again even before I pull back and let Pike breathe.

Releasing him, he falls back, sinking down on his legs instead of up on his knees, gasping for the oxygen I just deprived him of. He doesn’t so much as complain, though, doesn’t even wipe the spit from his chin, instead darting his tongue out to ensure he’s devoured every drop as he holds my gaze.

I feel the rumble in my chest that tells me my tiger is close to the surface, but I push him down. I’ve had more than enough of his moping and whining. This is about me and Pike, and somehow Pike knew exactly what I needed, even when I didn’t.

Reaching out, I shove him to the ground, and he goes willingly. With his beast and just general instincts, he could have caught himself easily, but he didn’t. Pike likes when I’m rough, and I enjoy being rough.

Again with the opposites and all that shit.

Pike smiles up at me, his eyes hungry, as I reach for his ankle, gripping the wet material of his pants before ripping them off of him.

He doesn’t move, makes no attempt to back away or cover himself, and for a moment, all I can do is look at him.

So fucking pretty, and right now he’s all mine.

Without a word, I lift my hand, holding up one finger, motioning for him to turn around. My cock throbs with how quickly he moves for me, how eager he is for me to fuck him.

He’s facing away from me on his hands and knees, ass up, and I sink my teeth into my lip with enough force that I draw blood.

What a perfect picture this is, all except for one thing.

Stepping between his legs, I reach up to his neck, grip his shirt in my hands, and rip it in two, watching the goosebumps that break out along his back.

“That’s better.” Taking a step back, I once again take a moment to appreciate his body. He worked damn hard for it, so it would be a pity not to admire it.

Unable to hold back any longer, I fall to my knees behind him. Lining myself up, and pressing forward all at once, not giving him a moment to breathe.

He can take it, has for years now, even still, his strangled moans bounce around the cave, spurring me on. I fucking love the sounds he makes; Serena, too.

No, touch might not always be my love language, but I could come just listening to them…

An idea hits me like a fucking truck to the face, and I slow my movements in an attempt to control myself.

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