Page 65 of Creatures Like Us

Noah whimpers and throws his head back onto the pillow, offering up his throat to me. I take it, bearing down on it while I punch my hips forward, slamming into him as hard as I possibly can, knowing I’m hurting him but knowing I’m pleasuring him just as well. The pleasure is the hurt, and the hurt is the pleasure.

I pull out and jerk myself until I spray him with my cum, drops landing on his straining cock.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, watching me. “Yeah, come for me, Asher.”

Driven by my need to control him, I cut my orgasm short and grip his cock, using my own cum as lube as I jerk him off. “I didn’t come for you. You’re going to come formethough.”

“I am,” he groans, arching into my hand. “If you keep—fuck—doing that.”

My lip curls. “Go on. Or do you need something in your ass too?”

Noah nods wordlessly, looking almost afraid, even when he tells me yes. Jerking him off with one hand, I bring my other between his legs, sliding two fingers into the slick mess of his hole.

“Not so tight anymore, are you?” I mumble. “I think I could stretch this ass even wider. Could put my whole fist in here one day. Would you like that?”

Noah whimpers wordlessly. I add a third finger, and his back arches off the bed, his expression pained even as his cock twitches in my hand.

“Are you hurting, baby?” I ask, twisting the fingers cruelly. “You’re going to come for me though. Let me hear you.”

Said and done. Noah cries out as his cock twitches, and the head erupts, spilling onto his stomach and dripping over my hand.

“Fuck,” I mumble, sliding my hand in the wet, slippery mess of both our releases. I gather as much as I can in my palm and push that mess into Noah’s mouth. Eyes closed, he moans and sucks my fingers clean. “How does it feel? Not being a virgin anymore on both ends.” I slip my fingers out of his hole, and they release with a wet, obscene sound, as if his ass wants to keep them inside, unwilling to let them go.

“Feels?…” Noah groans. “Fuck, Asher, I don’t?…?I don’t even know what to say.”

“Did you like it?” I shift to lie next to him, hand sliding up and down the mess on his stomach.

“Like it? That’s not enough. I want to do it?…?always. Every day. Is that possible?” He gulps as he turns to his side, and when our eyes meet, I know he’s telling the truth.

I smirk, feeling fucking elated that I was right about everything—about him, what he likes, what he wanted me to do, and what would bring him the most pleasure and satisfaction.

“Maybe. Your ass might say otherwise though.” Going from a complete virgin to fucking every day wouldn’t be the best idea, I don’t think.

“We could take turns. I could fuck you every other day.”

“Youcould,” I say, my smirk turning wicked. “But maybe I won’t let you.”

Noah frowns.

“I think you enjoy it more than I do,” I explain, still smirking. “It fits you better—my fingers in your ass, my hand around your throat. I think they belong there.”

His eyes glaze over, and he nods. “They do.”

I thinkIbelong here.

The thought makes me want to smile and cry at the same time, because what if it’s true? Or what if being with him, being here, is just twisting my perception to the point where I don’t know what’s right or wrong anymore? I’m alienated from the rest of the world, disconnected from it all. My parents, my friends, Lilith?…?I don’t care about what happens outside of this little room, outside of this bubble Noah and I have cultivated.

The rest of the world doesn’t matter. It’s never made me happy, but this does. This makes me happy. I just don’t know how to express it, and I don’t think Noah does either, but I guess I have to try, especially considering how good he’s been to me—how he gave himself to me, like I gave myself to him.

“You make me feel so much,” I mumble, tracing a finger along his jaw. “I hate it. I don’t know if I can stand it.”

“You will,” Noah says. “You’ll learn to stand it, as I have.”

“So you feel the same?”

He smiles wryly. “I think you know the answer to that question, Goldilocks.”

I turn onto my back, staring at the ceiling, feeling like the sunlight is dancing in a weird way. I follow that light with my eyes, trying to find some kind of pattern, but there is none. Thelight is dancing and swirling before my eyes, and it feels like a dream as much as reality, like pleasure as much as pain, like joy as much as dread.