Page 192 of Shadowman
“Good boy,” I rasp, then moan, my hand slowing as my cum begins to flow, throbbing out onto his perfect body. “Ohhfuck, baby, take it like a good boy.”
He whines, catching cum on his dick, and his abs, all the way up his chest. I’m showering him like a wicked baptism. “Uhh yea… Soak me.”
“You look so fucking good,” I breathe out, milking out every last drop. Then I drape over him, smearing my cum between our hot, writhing bodies. “No one has ever been as fucking sexy as you.”
Rubbing our wet cocks together, I feel him twitching, hypersensitive and loving it. I move back and demand, “Lick it, baby… Clean your cum off of me.”
“Yes, sir, violet eyes,” he croons, pushing me onto my back.
He crawls over me and goes at it with dedication, licking up every trace of my cum, from my chest, and my stomach… and my dick. Before I can even process it, my softening cock is in his mouth and he’s sucking aggressively. It’s so sensitive it almost hurts.Naturally, I love it.
“Thirsty baby…” I shiver. “Byron,Jesus… you’re… ruining me…”
“Mmmm…”
He doesn’t stop. Keeps sucking my cock until it stiffens again, and somehow, my balls contract and I release another aching orgasm, pulsing it all into his sweet fucking mouth.
“What am I supposed to do with you…?” I gasp when I stop quaking.
He’s still down there, kissing my inner thighs, up my pelvis and my abs. “Whatever you do… don’t… stop.”
And for my sweetest, most furious boy…
I won’t.
“I’ve missed walking with you,” I hum. Only mildly sarcastic.
Kent peers at me, but says nothing.
I release a petulant breath. “That said, I don’t understand why I couldn’t come up here myself…” My lips purse. “After all, I’ve grown accustomed to a certain standard of living. Mulling about this shithole on my own is the only real luxury I’ve been given.”
Well, that and Byron.
My internal swooning is interrupted when Kent stops in front of the door, and knocks.
“Come,” the voice growls from inside, and I balk a bit as we enter.
He already sounds much grouchier than the last time I was up here.
Yay. I’m sure this will be fun.
Kent and I waltz into the Warden’s office, and I’m immediately on alert. Mainly, because he’s noticeably edgy. But also, because there’s a stranger among us.
Manuel Blanco is leaning back in his chair, scowling at his phone screen while typing furiously, and I can’t help but notice how he looks more disheveled than usual. Don’t get me wrong, his suit still probably costs more money than I’ve made in my entire life, and he wears the open collar and sleeves rolled up his forearms shockingly well. But it’s apparent in his golden five o’clock shadow, prominent frown lines and the way he’s brushing back strewn locks of silky white hair with his fingers, that something is up.
Eyes flinging to the big leather chair to the right of his desk, I observe the unfamiliar face. A much younger man, maybe about my age, is sitting cross-legged, also typing away on his phone, paying Kent and myself zero attention. He has a bronze complexion, short, dark hair, obviously professionally faded, with two hoop piercings in his nose. Stylish, I’d say his clothes are equally as expensive as The Ivory’s, though he’s dressed a bit more casual.
While I’m just hovering in the middle of the room, waiting foranyoneto sayanything, Kent gestures to the chair in front of the Warden’s desk. I take a slow seat, but he remains posted up by the door.Like a good guard dog.
The young mystery man breaks first, releasing a breath and glancing up at me. He offers a kind smile, almost as bright as his eyes, which are a vibrant teal color.
“Hi there,” he chirps, lowering his phone, though it’s still clutched in his hand like a part of his anatomy. “You must be Trevel. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
I can do nothing more than blink, gaze flitting briefly to Manuel Blanco, who’s still invested only in some heated texting.
“My name is Yari. I’m Mr. Blanco’s assistant.”
Oh… Alright, then.
