Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
I have not fucked an ass this fine—scrap that, I haven’t had any ass since my arrest—and I sure fucking hope he has more condoms where we’re going, or I might just be irresponsible.
I place my hands on his hips and lean in, nuzzling the back of his head. What’s that smell on him? It’s fresh like droplets of rain on leaves, and I find myself kissing the side of his neck before tasting the skin, which smells as though he’s just taken a shower.
How? Do they provide such facilities for their workers? Something must have changed for the better while I was in jail.
The way he gasps and freezes in my grip makes my cock stiffen. “A-apologies it took so long, I had to clean the ice cream machine, and it is an ordeal.”
“I would wait for you until morning, pretty boy,” I say and pull his hips against mine, so he can sense my arousal. His hair is soft like duckling down, and barely reaches his ears, giving me a good view on how pink his nape is getting—
I glance back to his ears, only now registering their pointy, elongated shape. What?
He turns around in my grip, blushing profusely. “This is not an appropriate place,” he whispers breathlessly. “I don’t even know your name yet.”
“I can tell you my name, but only if you never tell anyone,” I whisper and guide his hand to the front of my pants. His touch is uncertain, but it still sends a shockwave down my legs and sets off explosions of pleasure in my skull. I can’t wait to see those slim fingers around my cock. They’ll make my dick appear even more impressive.
“Oh. I—that is… sizeable,” he utters, not looking up anymore. “And I agree to keep your name to myself.”
Something about the way he speaks turns me on too. So proper. I want to ruin that prim exterior. I want to make his pink mouth spill filthy words to me.
“It’s Hawk, like the bird. And what should I call you?” I ask, sandwiching him between me and the wall with his hand still resting on my dick. I can’t help myself. I lick the top of his head, right through the parting, hair and all.
“Sylvan. My name is S-sylvan,” he says, but his voice breaks a little at the end.
I’m a bit of a dog. When I sense prey, all I wanna do is chase.
At this point, I’m hard enough for my brain to be scrambling. Do we really need a ‘place’? Could he not go down on me here? There’s no one around.
Sadly, he pulls away his hand and presses my stomach. I flex it so he can sense my muscles.
Fine. I’ve waited for over an hour and can wait a bit more. “Where’s your ride, baby?”
He clears his throat and slips out of my grasp, but makes sure I follow. He points to a… bus stop down the road lit by a yellow lamp. “Just down here. It shall arrive soon. I was hoping we could set some ground rules, because there might have been a misunderstanding.”
I follow him like a dog, salivating already. I swear to God, he is the hottest person I have ever touched. “Sure. You want to have a safeword, or something? Soft and hard limits? I’m good with that.”
He glances back at me and despite the flush, his blue eyes are bright and attentive. “I’m not sure I understand, but you have something that is of no use to you, yet could change everything for me.” He looks behind me, but there’s nothing there but asphalt.
“I do?”
“Your shadow. It might be ordinary to your eyes, but I see it for what it is.” Sylvan sighs and extends his hand until his fingers are covered by my shadow. What I’m focused on is that he places his other hand on my arm.
I want more touch. I want skin to skin. I want it now.
Even though all this shadow stuff sounds a bit cuckoo.
He meets my eyes. “Have you ever had a near-death experience? It’s not unusual for a shadow to swell in force when a human is dying or filled with despair.”
I stare back at him as my mouth dries, but I offer him a smile and shrug. “Who hasn’t, am I right? I’m like a cat, and still have three of my nine lives left.”
He nods, sizing me up with that inquisitive gaze. “That does explain a lot. Was one of those times almost drowning in a river?”
I shift my weight as a phantom eel twists in my guts. This question is setting off alarm bells as I suck in air, remembering a dream about tar-black water flooding my mouth, and the huge face of the moon staring at me from the sky as a shadowed creature loomed above the surface and reached for me.