Page 45 of How To Summon A Memory
“Don’t rip it. It’s one of my favorites.”
“Mine too, because it matches your eyes.” Wick grabs my ankle and yanks me to the edge of the bed. “Keep it on.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Mmmm, I think I like that.” He unbuttons my slacks and yanks them from my legs, pulling my shoes off at the same time. He flips me to my stomach. “Your ass is a work of art.” He smacks it, then massages away the burn.
We’ve been playing with toys and fingers the last few nights because I’ve been too eager to take his cock.
“Please.” I hump the bed, begging for him to stop toying with me.
His tail dusts one ass cheek, teasing me when he walks away to grab the lube from the nightstand. He’s not interested in bottoming, but I don’t care.
“Please, Wick.”
“Patience, little witch.” The snick of the lube bottle makes me shiver, and he runs a finger across my crack.
“Don’t tease me with patience. You’re the king of patience. I’m not,” I whine.
Lube dribbles down my crack, and he rubs my hole. “We have to get you ready. You’re so tight, Ethan.”
“But I’m ready, so ready.” I wiggle my ass.
“Shhh.” Wick sinks a finger in and I melt into the bed the moment he hits my prostate. It’s bliss and I mewl into the pillow when he adds a second, then a third, making my hole stretch for him.
I’m panting by the time he decides he’s done fingering me.
He lines his cock with my hole and rubs. “I’m taking you to the masquerade tomorrow night. We’re going to dance the night away and show everyone you’re mine.”
“Only yours, Wick.”
He sinks in and I grip the sheets. My legs spread wider. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I chant as I take his length. He’s taking his time and I’m grateful. My breathing’s harsh and I squeeze my eyes shut as I savor the burn. When he bottoms out, he doesn’t move. He’s barely breathing above me and I turn back to watch him concentrate so hard I almost burst out laughing.
“You are so fucking tight,” he says through gritted teeth.
I squeeze my hole. “And you’re huge, but feelso fucking good.”
We stay in the position until Wick’s ready and when he is we’re both in for a ride. He pulls back and slams into me, pushing me forward.
“Yes. That! Don’t you dare stop, Wick. Fuck me into this mattress.” I grip the sheets and meet his every thrust. “Don’t stop.” I remember dreams of this. Wishes, desires, pent up angst about wanting Wick to fuck me. It was all worth the wait.
“I never stopped hoping, Ethan. I knew I’d find you again.” His balls slap against me and he pulls my back to his chest. “I never gave up hope. Never.” We kiss, and my balls draw up.
“I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, my little witch.” Wick pounds harder. His hands dig into my hips and my head drops to the mattress. I shout my release as he slumps over me, pumping his load in my ass.
My knees give out and we lay there in each other’s arm. Tears fill my eyes at Wick’s completely wrecked face. I wipe his tears with my thumbs. “I’m here, Wick. I’m not going anywhere ever again. Not without you by my side.” He buries his head in my neck as sobs shake his big frame. I hold him until he sniffles and flops to his back.
“Sorry. Don’t know what came over me.”
“Don’t be sorry.” I kiss his cheek, then his pec. “You’ve always kept things pent up. It’s not good for you. So I’m glad you’re allowing yourself to release.”
“But it’s kind of fucked up to?—”
“It’s what you needed, Wick. Don’t apologize.”
He squeezes me tight. “This is why I love you so much. You make me feel like I’m not fucked up.”
