Page 72 of Shadowman
“W-who will you be… imagining?”I stammered to Ren the first time he sucked my dick.
He ran his hands up my thighs, and I shivered.“You’re gonna be Lex for me, okay?”
“Whatever…”I sighed as he took my cock into his warm, wicked mouth.
And you’ll be… Michelangelo.
It’s been weeks since the last time Ren used me as aproxy.Maybe months?
Since Dash’s first day here.Damn…
Shaking it off, I close my eyes and go back to fondling myself.
Whatever.I should behappyRen isn’t using me for his immature shit anymore. But my mind won’t stop circling back to it, like an annoying song stuck in my head.
Maybe that threesome did exactly what it was supposed to do…
Maybe it got them back together.
My stomach feels like it’s full of lead all of a sudden, and I don’t know why. Curling into a ball, I absentmindedly tease my cock with my fingers while my chest aches from the inside.
I love being alone… I swear I do.
I don’t want someone else doing this for me…I’m notdesperatelycraving someone of my own to fawn over. Someoneto watch me obsessively the way Ren does Luthor. To touch me and smile at me and whisper things in my ear.
Who fucking needs it?? Not me.
I’m fine on my own because love is for suckers.
But inside the jumbled static of my thoughts, I know why I’m harping on it… Because I lostmyproxy.
My Michelangelo stand-in.
The next morning, I’m exhausted and irritable. The lack of sleep has been draining me. Not to mention, all of the guards are on a short fuse because of the lockdown. They’re not partying or getting laid twenty-four-seven anymore, so to say they’reon edgewould be an understatement bigger than their collective swollen blue-balls.
In the cafeteria, I slouch next to Luthor, struggling not to fall asleep in my eggs. I mumble something to him and Ren, but when neither of them answers or even acknowledges me, I glance up.
They seem oblivious to my presence. Too busy making serious googly eyes at each other to even notice anyone else at the table. Their whispering back and forth wrings out my stomach like a sponge. My eyes fall to their joined hands on top of the table, teasing and toying. I swallow a rough gulp like a mouthful of sand.
It’s not just Ren fucking around and Luthor pulling away… This is different.They’re… different.
They’re acting like a fuckingcouple. A real one.
Holy fuck, they had sex.
A weird chill brushes over my whole body, like that first tickle of nausea before you throw up. I don’t know why, but I just have the grossest feeling rolling around in my gut, like raw meat in a tumble dryer.
Is this really happening?
Are they really…?
Before I can comment on what I’m piecing together, Joy stomps over to the table and grabs Luthor. Ren and I watch uneasily as she drags him to the other side of the caf, until they’re nestled up in the corner, just out of view.
“What the crap?” Ren grunts, worry overwhelming his face and tone. He cranes his neck to get a better look. “What the hell was tha—”
“Did you and Luthor fuck?” I snap. Abandoning all attempts at burying this under my own neuroses.
Ren glances at me, lashes fluttering. “Um… No?”
