Page 23 of Strangled
He’ll forever be trapped in my embrace.
It’s painful to release his leaking cock, and he whines when I do. I hiss as I grip his pants and rip them down his legs, exposing him to the damp air. His skin pimples, all the way from his ankles to his ass.
I focus on the smooth curvature of it. I sink my teeth into the crease where his ass meets his leg and he yelps, pulling away. I sink my teeth in further, feeling his flesh squish between them. I run my tongue along his skin lodged between my teeth. A light dusting of hair covers his skin.
He tastes of sweat and musk and man, and it makes my cock pulse, leaking profusely in my own pants.
When the distinct tang of blood coats my tongue, I release him and swallow it down hungrily, my eyes zeroing in on the pattern of my teeth in his red, angry skin. Lyken is gasping, low whimpers coming from his parted lips.
I chance a glimpse upwards, finding him still looking through the hole just like I told him to, but his body is fuckingtrembling.His hips are thrusting almost absentmindedly, almost like he’s lost in the haze of pleasure.
PleasureI’mgiving him.
I never thought I would—or could—ever be worth something. I was content living in my walls, in my house, for the rest of my life.
I am finally free.
But now I knowthis, him…I will never fucking let it go.
“Mine. Forever mine.” I sink my teeth into the other cheek, giving it a matching mark. Blood fills my mouth this time, and when I pull away, I notice shredded skin. Lyken’s shaking intensifies, his shoulders wracking.
My eyebrows tug together. I hurt him.
I like that.
I push my arm between his legs and reach for his cock. It’s jutting upwards, pressed against a wooden beam running along the wall. I grab it and tug it downwards, forcing Lyken’s hips to jut out from the wall, his back arching in this new position.
I run my finger along his leaking slit, reveling in the sticky wetness coating my fingers. It makes jerking his cock easier, and by the sound of his high-pitched whine, he agrees. I work him slowly, loving the way his balls rub against my arm as I hold onto him tightly.
The arch in his back causes his cheeks to spread slightly, giving me the smallest glimpse at what’s between them. My sight is good in the dark, but the shadows are far too oppressing for me to get the view I need.
I have to get closer.
With my free hand, I wrap my fingers around his cheek, sure to dig into the wound I made for him. He hisses, pulling away from my touch. I tighten my grip, and he stills—panting, whining.
When I’m sure he won’t move again, I use my hold to pull his cheek away from the other. I lean close, so close my nose brushes the skin of his crack. His scent invades my every sense. My eyes flutter closed, and I hum, reveling in his musk.
I inhale deeply, hurriedly, needing to get as much of him into me while I can. When I finally force my eyes open, his pink, puckered hole comes into view. A thin line of hair surrounds his opening, inviting me for a lick.
I don’t think—I react purely on impulse as I bury my face into his ass. My tongue finds his hole with purpose. I lap and probe at him, buzzing with carnal need. Lyken slumps against me, his cock leaking profusely into my fist.
I’m not even jacking him anymore—I’m simply holding him as my tongue delves inside of his entrance with little resistance.
Oh, fuck.He’s tight and wet around me. Never in my isolated life did I think I could ever find something as gratifying as the holes I created to see beyond my entrapment. But this… this is what I survived for.
Lyken—his body, his hole.
Mine.
I press deep—deeper—until my nose is crushed in his crack and slick from his sweat. He writhes and whines, mumbling incoherently. His hips rotate and arch as he works himself on my tongue.
I fall onto my haunches as Lyken presses back, half sitting on my face while his upper half is braced against a beam in the wall. The muffled moans coming from the other side of my wall are barely registerable as we create a consonance of our own making.
His skin is soft against my scars. I can barely feel it, but it’s there, a smooth caress along the numbness.
His hole twitches around my tongue, clenching tightly. I groan and thrust deeper before replacing it with my finger. The second my gnarled flesh makes contact with his entrance, he gasps wantonly and fuckingopens up for me.
I’m rapt as I watch his slick hole swallow my finger, twitching and milking it like all he wants is to swallow my release.
