Page 63 of Nightmare For Hire
“So tight,” I say, going as slowly as possible. “Feels so good. What about you?”
Cy looks so at peace. “Don’t stop, Nox. Please, don’t stop.” Seems like he’s a beggar too, and I’m here for it.
I pull back and thrust in, moaning. “Holy heck. This is…” I can’t finish my words. My hips work of their own accord, it seems. But there’s something else I want. “Can you bounce on my penis? I think Dani’s video said it was called cowgirl. But we’re both guys.”
“I’d love to ride your cock.” Cyrus leans up and kisses me. Before I know it, I’m flat on my back with him on top of me. My hands go instinctively to his hips.
My brain doesn’t compute how sexy it looks with his eyes half lidded as he leans back to lead my penis back into him. We both moan when he sinks down. “Like I said. I enjoy bottoming and riding is my favorite.” He thrusts his hips before starting a rhythm that has us both panting.
“I think you riding me is my favorite, too.” I buck up.
His hair drags on my thighs every time he comes back down. He changes the angle and bounces a little faster.
“We should get a chain for your nipple piercings.” I don’t know why I say it, but it’d be pretty to watch my man sparkle in jewelry as we make love.
“We can do that.” Cyrus leans in and kisses my chest, my chin, my lips. I’m lost to the sensations again. “Nox, I’m gonna come.”
“Come in my mouth!” I open my lips and stick my tongue out.
“You’re sure?” He kisses me again, not losing his pace.
“Yeah!”
Cyrus pulls off me and straddles my chest. He continues to jerk his penis. “It’s okay if you spit out my cum. Swallowing isn’t for everyone.”
“I want to taste every part of y—”
Cum hits me in the cheek as Cyrus moans over me. I can’t help but stroke myself while he keeps making those sounds. Another ribbon of cum hits my lips and I lick it up. “Salty. I wasn’t expecting that.”
Cyrus chuckles as he strokes a few more times until just a drop of cum tips his penis and I lick it up. He leans down and licks my cheek, dragging it through his cum. Then he’s kissing me, sharing his release.
I moan into his mouth as his tongue explores. His fingers dance over my nipples and my orgasm rips through me, making me see galaxies.
“That was…”
Cyrus flops next to me and pulls me close. “Did you like—”
“Oh, I loved everything. You can bounce on my penis every day if you want. And come in my mouth every time. I love the way you taste. And that kiss. Mmmmm. Yes. I like that a lot.”
He nuzzles into me, his head on my chest, and I stroke his hair. His fingers graze my sweaty skin. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“I want to tryallthe things,” I say.
“You know what? So do I. With someone I love. I want to discover what Iactuallylike, not what I’ve convinced myself I like.”
“Maybe we’ll invent something together! We’ll have forever to perfect it.”
Cyrus holds me closer. So comforting. So sweet.
“Sounds perfect,” he mumbles. His eyes shut and he’s fast asleep. I hold my Cy. I’ll never ever let him hurt again if I can help it. It might be hard sometimes, but I know he has an amazing support system and I get to be a part of it. I get to give him happy eyes forever.
While Cyrus naps, I set up an appointment with Maddox to bind Cyrus and me for eternity.
Chapter 29
Cyrus
I’m used to the buzz of the gun and the prick of the needle. The entire process is meditative in a way few other practices have helped. That’s why I have as many tattoos as I have. Each one has meaning, well, other than the ridiculous cartoon cat on my hip. Devon convinced me to get it one drunken night. The tattoo artist refused to ink us while we were drunk, so we booked appointments and showed up sober the next day. The guy ended up being my regular artist for most of my tats until he moved away.
