Dim Sum Asylum(70)

I grabbed his arms, his biceps bunching and giving under my fingers. His powerful body rocked and quivered, strong enough to hold me steady, but I’d broken his control, turning him to liquid with every clench of my body around him. Trent retaliated, grabbing my hips to steady himself… or steady me, I wasn’t sure which. The bite of his fingers into my side was exhilarating, sending a hum along my nerves.

The bed gave, tilting to the right when he moved his knees, and the shift of his position changed the sound of our bodies coming together. His cock seemed to have grown another inch in girth, or I was too close to losing control and my body wasn’t willing to let him go. My hole was stretched nearly to the point of pain, and then everything ghosted over to pleasure. I held on tight, riding Trent’s thrusts into my core. We groaned and swore, panting to race to a finish neither of us wanted.

I tried telling myself to slow down, to prolong our release, because I wasn’t sure when I’d have another chance to wrap myself around another man. Willing to take what Trent gave me seemed best, but I cupped his ass, squeezing it and wishing I’d have a crack at it later.

If there ever was a later. No, he promised a later. Demanded it. Took me as he was saying it, but for me, all that mattered was the now. Our tongues lapped into a hot, searing kiss, his mouth savaging mine as he climbed his peak. My cock leaked heavily, smearing our bellies with precome. My pleasure sang and dove. I felt it bleed over me, touching my eyes and mottling in a volcanic blush of gold and reds.

“Love your eyes,” Trent whispered reverently, stroking my cheek as he drove into my heat. “Look at your gorgeous eyes. Like copper poured into emeralds.”

He kissed my shoulder, his face caught in the glow roiling under my skin. My fae blood delighted in the chase, rising to embrace our pleasure until my submerged wings sparkled and veined. My thighs were bright, but not as bright as my shoulders or sides. Those gleamed, dancing firefly lights under my pale skin. The glow caught on my freckles, sparks of darkness in the bright, and Trent’s body cast long shadows across the sheets where it frustrated the light.

I was close. Too close to do anything other than fall into the tightness coming to engulf me. It built up from my balls, working outward and into my belly. My cock jumped, and I clasped my hand around it, working the loose skin of my shaft up. It was nearly too sensitive to touch, a delicious anguish I could almost taste. It left a metallic edge in my mouth, a razor of pleasure I’d sucked on too long, leaving my tongue shredded with the sharpness of it.

Then Trent came and the world blew back into the night.

I followed him over the edge, throwing myself into the sensations pouring out of my center. He milked me, stroking at the tendrils of nerves in my body until I shivered, too overwhelmed to protest and too weak to cry out. I gave myself one last jerk, and my cock gushed hot, filling the thin space between us as Trent slumped down over me.

He must have pulled free. I wasn’t aware of his body leaving mine until he returned with a couple of beers. He used a damp washcloth he’d gotten from the bathroom to wipe at our mess while the beers sat on a prayer table I’d found at a garage sale for fifty cents. I couldn’t steady the jaggedness of my breathing, torn apart by the violence of my orgasm and fretful of his tenderness as he tossed the cloth to the floor.

My skin ached where my mottling sat inert, a litter of colors subdued by my release. Trent stroked my belly, then carefully rubbed at the long threadlike scabs along my left arm, battle wounds I’d earned while writhing on the street’s broken asphalt as I choked on the scorpion netsuke.

“What are you thinking, Roku?” he whispered softly, lying on his side. Even soft, his cock was something to be wary of. I’d be afraid of rolling over onto its girth in the middle of the night, hurting him and probably scaring me into thinking I’d somehow caught Bob under me. “I swear I can hear you thinking.”

“What are you thinking?” I ventured. I sucked at postcoital small talk. Every bone in my body was sinking down into my flesh, reminding me I’d exhausted myself in the past week and also just been fucked into the mattress. I wanted to sleep until I was hungry and then maybe eat until I was sleepy, but most of all, I wasn’t sure what to do with the low simmer of horniness Trent seemed to have awakened in me.

“I’m thinking I’m really going to enjoy being your partner,” he confessed. “You want to know something?”

I was afraid to ask. Afraid to know. A few weeks ago, I’d shot my last partner, and now I’d just fucked my new one. Still, I nodded, watching his face soften its harsh planes with a wash of tenderness.

“I think… if you let yourself, you’ll enjoy it too. We fit well together. Work well together. And I think, do this pretty good too.”

“Maybe, I don’t… there’s a lot of turmoil in my life. Inside of me, even. I might need some of that time you were taking.” I wasn’t going to admit to the fear crawling through me, sinking its fangs into my soul, injecting me with poisonous doubt. I was tired of waking up alone and even sicker of coming home to an empty bed, but I didn’t know if my heart could take any more damage. I’d already used up everything I had inside of me to tape up its remains, and I wasn’t even sure if it still beat. “Let me get a nap and we’ll switch over. I’m going to have to take a full accounting of it all before I decide.”

“You do that,” Trent said, stretching out beside me. Chinatown continued its dance outside of my windows, the western gate dragon coughing out a challenge to the moon as it broke through the clouds. “Gaines was right, you know.”