Page 75 of Creatures Like Us

“Mm, fuck, Noah.”

I crawl down his body, palms scraping the dirt and grime of the cold basement floor. Asher swallows thickly as he looks down at me, eyes glazed over with lust.

Each time we make love, it feels like we’re doing it for the first time, with the same desperation, as if we’re running out of time. We are. I know we are. How long can I realistically keep him with me? A month? Two? A year? Sooner or later, he’ll realize how wrong I am, how wrong we are for being together, and all I can do is enjoy the time we have and bask in the little moan he lets out when I rip his briefs down and expose his cock to the air.

I’ve had it in my hand and in my ass but never in my mouth. I lick a strip up the underside, flattening it against his stomach, and he hisses in a sharp breath.

“Fuck, Noah?…?Just like that.”

My tongue reaches his slit. The taste is different there, saltier. When I take the head into my mouth, he bucks his hips, moaning. I grab his hands and put them on the back of my head, wanting him to take his pleasure and lead me where he wants me to go.

“Fuck, like that?…?A little deeper. Oh shit?…”

My knees throb painfully against the unyielding concrete floor, but I don’t care as long as I have Asher with me, as long as I have the length of his cock buried in my mouth. He leadshimself further down my throat, making me gag. When he lets the pressure off my head, I stay there, swallowing around that wet contraction of my throat, wanting him to go further, to use me, to feel me, to love me?…

“Okay,” he grunts. “You’re going to make me come really fucking soon if you do that.”

I pull off only to say, “So come,” before I swallow him back down. I fight to take him deeper inside, making myself gag, saliva building in my mouth.

There’s discomfort, but it’s fleeting, and it means nothing in the face of Asher’s pleasure, his attention on me, and how every want in his body aligns with mine. It’s intoxicating, that feeling. I won’t ever get enough of it, no matter what he does with me, no matter how many times he makes me choke on his cock or how many fingers he stuffs inside me.

It hurts, the way my throat spasms around him, but I like the hurt. My hurt is his pleasure. Just when it feels like my stomach is going to turn inside out, Asher cries out, and warm pulses of cum spurt down my throat, too deep for me to even taste it before I have to swallow.

When I look up at him, his head is tilted back, his eyes closed as he catches his breath.

“Come here.” He rips me upward to bring our mouths together in a quick, sloppy kiss, and his voice is dark and husky when he tells me, “After that, you deserve a special treat.”

Anxious anticipation curls in my gut. I don’t know what he’s planning, but I’m sure I’ll like it, whatever it is. Even if I don’t, I’ll let him do it.

“Get on the bed,” he says. “This might get messy though. You’ve just changed the sheets.”

“I’ll change them again.” I lie on my back, waiting, wondering what he’s up to.

He smirks and reaches up to the windowsill. “I found this the other day,” he says, showing me something that glints in the faint light of our singular floor lamp.

My knife.

“Oh.”

I’m so stunned I can barely speak, and suddenly, I feel more anxious than anything else. Is he going to kill me with it? Take revenge for all the things I put him through? A final retribution?

“Don’t worry,” he says. “I won’t slit your throat with it or anything. We’re just going to have some fun with it.”

“Some?…?fun?”

He climbs onto the bed and straddles me, still naked. “Remember what I said the other day? About your blood? I thought you wanted that.”

I thought I did, but now, confronted with the sharp blade of the knife and Asher in that dominant position above me, my heart starts beating hard and loud in my chest.

“You remember our word, right?” Asher asks.

“Our?…?word? Yeah. Oatmeal.”

He chuckles again. “Fuck, calm down. I thought you wanted this.”

“I-I do.”

“Stop looking so terrified, then. Otherwise, I won’t do it. You won’t get your treat.”