Page 155 of Shadowman
Gliding my hand down the length of Trevel’s back, I reach for his ass, cupping it and squeezing. Gently, because he’s asleep, and I don’t want to be a total weirdo, groping him while he’s unconscious. It’s areallynice butt, though. Firm, but still plumpand juicy enough that my cock is jumping beneath him from the lascivious thoughts swirling at all the things I could do to it.
“Baby, I wanna fuck you…” I whimper, the sound of my own voice saying those words driving me even crazier. “Please?Will you… wake up?”
My index finger traces the crack of his ass through his little panties.Jesus, I’m dying here… I need need need.
Trevel mumbles something, then he flops off of me, onto his back, nestling his face in my pillow. He’s still asleep.
Dammit.
My eyes scan over his body, now all splayed out. Long limbs and lines of definition making up his chest and stomach. Somasculine, yet there’s this elegance to him; a dazzling beauty so alluring, I can’t stop looking. The glow from beyond the bars gives just enough for me to see his complexion, the pinkness of his nipples and his lips. It reminds me of how pink his cock is… And I bite my lip, coveting the outline of it through his underwear.
“Trev…” I mumble, hesitantly reaching over to trace it with my fingertip. “Can I… kiss?”
He writhes, but doesn’t respond or open his eyes. Or do reallyanythingto allude to him waking up. I should shake him or something. To make sure he’s cognizant. But I can’t deny that I’m hypnotized by the idea of toying with him in his sleep.
It’s so much hotter this way…
Easing over him, I palm his big cock, tenderly caressing it while dropping soft kisses on his jaw, then down his throat. “Your body is so sexy,” I whisper, kissing his chest. Licking his nipple.
Peering up, I watch his unconscious face, serenaded by panting while I tease his peaked flesh. That sweet, pink point is now covered in my saliva. I kiss down his abs, his happy trail…Pressing one on the exposed tip of his cock, where it’s poking out of his underwear.
It’ssoarousing, my own dick leaks into my boxers. “Mmm…fuck yes.”
Running my lips up and down his inches, I get lost in just that; kissing and licking his cock through the material until it’s wet and I’m dizzy. In my head, all I can hear is his voice, and that poem he spoke to me earlier. Those hushed, silky words that lulled me to sleep…
“I know you want this…” I purr, grinding my thick cock into the bed while I nuzzle my face between his thighs. “You want to come in my mouth again, don’t you?”
My entire body is tight and hot everywhere, my brain so fogged with devious desire, I can’t think. I just need to feel this. I want to feelhim…
Lying here like my plaything, breathing soft breaths and murmuring words I can’t understand.
Fuck it. He’s mine.
Going for my stash spot, which is still open, I grab some lube and pour a bunch onto my shaky fingers. Shoving my boxers down, I grab my cock in my slick palm, stroking up and down while I watch the sexy black-haired boy in my bed, like he’s my own personal porn.
“You’re so pretty,” I slip my fingers inside his underwear. “Can I play with your little pussy?”
My cock pulses again as I glide a curious finger between the crack of his ass. It brushes his rim, and my head is spinning.
Biting my lip, I push slowly, gently probing him with one wet finger. He’stight, way too tight. I can barely get in. I don’t want to force it because that’s crazy…Right?
It’d be super fucked up, wouldn’t it? To shove inside him while he’s asleep…?
Trevel’s legs part wider, opening up for me. But then he mumbles a slurring, “Don’t…”
I gulp.Don’t…? Did he just say,Don’t??
But his body, his position is betraying the word. He’s spreading himself, with my hand stuffed inside his underwear, middle finger playing with his small, scorching hot hole.
“You don’t want it?” I hum, applying a little pressure, until it slips in. Just the tip.
His head wobbles, eyes still closed and his chest pumping. “No… don’t…”
My finger enters him deeper, and he groans quietly.
“Don’t… what?” I rasp.
“Don’t…make it feel good,” he mewls, head tipping back.
