Page 98 of Like Grim Death: Part One
“He has bandages. Treat him good. Don’t hurt him more. Love him.”
Love him.I can do that.
As someone strokes me, squeezing me, running their thumb over my tip, I lick higher, along the column of a throat, a pulse beating beneath my tongue.
Then higher still, until my mouth brushes the man’s.
He gasps against me as the head of my dick touches his abs. I slant my mouth over his, and he whispers,“Can I taste you?”
And I’ve never wanted anything more. Sid would forgive me this, wouldn’t she?She has before.
I’m floating, I’m grounded, I’m high and I never want to come down.
He kisses me, soft, then he tentatively flicks his warm tongue across my lips, and I open for him. He groans into my mouth, twirling his tongue with my own. Then he’s sucking mine, worshipping me.
“You’re doing so, so good Luce.”The voice in my ear. The hand wrapped around me. Others still touch me, caressing my inner thigh, my spine, lower still, gripping the curve of my ass.
I’m panting into this man’s mouth, and he’s swallowing it all.
“So, so good.”
I’m cresting higher and higher as this man kisses me, his fingertips gently reaching for my throat, but not squeezing. My palms stay on the floor, because somehow I know, I have to hold myself up or I’ll fall too far.
Maybe I already have.
The fingers tighten around my dick, moving faster, stroking me quickly, aggressively.
I lift my chin and the man runs his tongue over the column of my throat, his fingers slipping down to my clavicle.
Hands all over me.
“You’re so good. God, I love you.”
Love.
I feel it.
A moan leaves my lips, and I bow my head, panting. The man’s mouth takes it all, even when drool dribbles inexplicably down the corners of my lips. He licks me clean, fingers come to my hair, and my low belly tightens as I come closer and closer and…
“Sit back. Let us all have you.”
I’m pushed gently back, sitting on my calves, the man moving away from me, until more hands are on my abs, trailing over the scars I’m distantly aware I have.
Someone’s tight, hot mouth comes to my cock, and I clench my hands into fists, stars popping behind my eyes, and I’m going to… I’m going to…
I’m coming, whimpers echoing from the room, a mouth finishing me, then another, then another, and it’s like fucking an entire harem of people, but all I have to do is stay still and let it happen. Let them swallow my cum down their throats, suck me off with wet tongues and soft lips. The release is a lightning strike, pleasure coursing under my cock, higher, in my belly, and I’m panting.
Someone pushes me down, someone else pulls my legs out from underneath me, and I’m lying back on something soft. Kisses glide down my torso, from many mouths.
“You are so perfect.”A voice in my ear.
I let myself believe it, for the first time in my life. Spent and sated, I let myself believe I’m worthy of it all. But as my mind drifts into outer space, someone drifts with me. A hand, searching for mine.
Silver eyes.
A downturned mouth.
A tear trailing down her perfect nose.
