Page 21 of No Way Out
“It’s so warm,” I said breathily, throwing my head back as I let my hands explore inside the dead boy’s stomach.
Lifting my hands out of him, I turned to face my professor, Ezekiel’s dick falling out of me as I took two bloody hands and coated Demetri’s cock with them, rubbing in portions of what was likely Zeke’s guts and using them as lubricant. He moaned, relishing in the feel of the warm blood drenching his cock.
He removed his cloak, placing it on the ground next to me like a blanket.
“More?” I asked, draping my voice in a sticky, sweet accent.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, both of us groaning at the sound of my hands squelching through Zeke’s stomach.
I held up a handful of blood, fisting his cock as I covered every inch of him in it. He gently pushed me down to the cloak, my back on the ground as he hovered over me, his hand cupping my cheek.
He was trembling, but so was I.
I felt the head of his cock, hot and wet, pressing at my entrance, his fingers guiding the swollen head in. It already felt like too much, too thick to possibly fit inside, but my body craved him anyway, my hips undulating in response to his proximity.
“Please,” I begged, my voice a ghost of a whisper caught in the wind.
With a grunt, he pushed the head of his cock all the way, making an almost popping sound once it made it through. I squirmed away desperately, already too full from just the tip. I was going to split in half from the rest, no doubt.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I breathed out in panic, his arm hooked under my back to keep me from inching away.
“You wanted this, Camila,” he reminded me, like he himself needed me to confirm it.
I nodded, licking my lips as I shifted again, feeling the head of his cock everywhere inside me all at once.
Was it bigger than his hand?
I groaned. “You’re too big, it’s too much,” I gasped, my words struggling to come as my eyes welled with tears.
It was overwhelming to be so full.
“You can take it, baby. I know you can.” I felt his hand caressing the side of my cheek, a surge of warmth fluttering in my chest from the encouragement.
I nodded back, feeling him pull out just slightly before thrusting an inch deeper.
“Oh God. Fuck.” I clawed my hands down his chest, my hips moving desperately again as the feeling of fullness began to give me pleasure on top of the pain.
“Yeah, just like that,” he breathed out, his fingers making music over my clit in precise movements.
I dropped my head back, writhing in pure, magical bliss as he filled me up, inch by inch. “I wish you could see how pretty you look, your cunt stretched open for me like this.” I propped myself on my elbows to see him, his fat cock buried deep inside my pussy. It felt like an entire minute went by before he moved again, and I was dripping with need, ready to take whatever he would give.
“Shit,” I hissed, the pressure already immense, my body aching to give out again, to explode with another orgasm.
He pulled back slowly, his left hand still tracing circles on my clit when he thrusted back in, sheathing himself once more inside of me. “Demetri,” I breathed out, my hands grasping for any part of him I could reach.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed, lifting me off the ground.
The minute he shifted my hips up, my body became a live wire, sensitive to every heightened feeling in my overstimulated body. I felt like I couldn’t hear anything anymore; sounds were dull but sharp, smells blended, my vision grayed.
“Look at you, milking my cock so greedily.” His hand brushed against my forehead, moving sticky, wet strands of hair out of the way. “Are you with me?” His gravelly voice pulled me from the subspace, and I clung to him as he moved us, never once releasing my legs.
I nodded as I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his as my heart filled with heat.
“Good,” he chuckled. “You aren’t done yet.” His canines were white in the moonlight, his smirk somewhat menacing. “He’s still hard.”
I realized he was talking about Zeke, and that when he moved us, it was to put me back on top of his corpse. Demetri’s hand reached past me, squelching around inside the cavity I’d made in Zeke’s stomach. His hand stroked up and down beneath me, slathering blood on Ezekiel’s still-alive cock.
“Ready?” he asked, waiting for my nod of approval before using the dead man beneath us as a sex toy.
