Page 148 of Shadowman
Collapsing into me, his soft lips brushed my wet skin, fingertips dancing across my shoulders.
“What are you… doing?” I shivered when his hips moved, his dick brushing mine.
“Fuck me,” he pleaded.
The shift from misery to ravenous desire was quick. One moment, he was crying, and the next, he was begging. Squirming against me, shivering andunfathomablyhard. I wanted to resist, I really did. I didn’t want to do this… I needed to fight it, because giving in to him was tearing me apart, Iknewit was. ButI couldn’t stop the way my body was reacting. The way my heart was reaching, just as needy as he was.
Ren’s cheek brushed mine as the control slipped from my grasp. His lips hovered over mine, our breaths mingling as our eyes met. Pupils blown out from both sides.
Grabbing his thighs, I hoisted him up, his legs instantly wrapping around my waist while I growled and pinned him to the wall. I pumped conditioner into my shaky hand, slathering it on him and me as his head tipped back, the mound of his throat dipping.
“Give my body what it needs,” he panted.
“What does your body need…?” I drawled, lost in the haze of hidden desire with my dick in my fist, aimed between his cheeks.
“Dick,” he groaned, relaxed enough that I was able to push in right away. “Fuuuck, I need dick in me.”
“You love it, don’t you?” I watched,transfixed, as my inches disappeared inside him.
“No…” he mewled.
My eyes sprung to his.
“I don’t. Not really.” He bit his lip, the pleasure on his face betraying his words. “Harder, baby…”
“But… I…” My thrusts slowed to a stop, taken aback by what he was saying.
Why would he…?
“Keep going,” Ren begged. Apprehensively, I began to move again. “It feels good…”
“It does…?” I couldn’t help the insecurities clawing from inside my chest.
He nodded fast, subduing my panic enough for my hips to pick up the pace. Until he moaned, “Even if I don’t want it to…”
“Ren…Jesus.” I stopped again.
But this time, he grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him.
“It’s fine. It’s good…” he breathed over my lips. “This isn’t real, remember?”
The sincerity in his eyes split me down the middle. It felt like my heart was literally being hacked in half with a meat cleaver.
“It’s… not…?” I shivered, and he shook his head.
“You don’t want me… right?” He wiggled his hips to work the friction his body wanted, but thathedidn’t, apparently.
My trembling lips hung agape for way too long. It felt likehoursof gawking at him in pain before I was finally able to mutter, “No…”
It should’ve been the truth… But it felt like a big, fat lie.
“Mmm good,” he moaned. “And I only want you when I’m pretending you’re Lex. It’s not bad, B… It’sgood. Being honest… feels… good.”
The ache had spread well past my chest. It was all over, pulsing like a fresh cut. My hips were moving because they had to. I was on autopilot, fucking him because itdidfeel good, the insanely tight hold his body had on mine.
But the other one… The one he had on meinsidewas agonizing. It was awful. It hurt so badly in that moment, I could barely keep myself from breaking down.
Tucking my face into his neck, I hid my truth while I fucked him, harder andharder.
