Page 57 of Grave Possession (Grave #2)
Chapter Forty-seven
Mallory
T he longer I observe the silicone cock suctioned to the floor, the more I recognize it. “Did you make me a dildo of your cock?” I ask, looking from it to him.
A smirk curves his sinful lips, “Mhmm,” he rumbles.
“Remember when you asked me if I’d ever have a threesome?
” The memory of being intoxicated at the club with Victoria flits through my mind, and I nod slowly.
“Well, now we can, and I don’t have to share.
” Does he know I only wanted to be shared between him and Ghost?
Not him and another person. He’s giving me exactly what I wanted, and I doubt he even realizes it.
“Honestly, I can’t think of anything hotter than you taking two of my cocks at once, except maybe getting another one to shove in your perky ass.
” The picture he paints has my cunt pulsing around nothing, and he knows it.
“Such a shame our first time is under such precarious circumstances.” His eyes darken even more as he pulls his own cock out and starts to stroke himself. “Now, sit on it. ”
Shit, this is so hot. I move forward on my knees, maybe a little too eagerly, because as I’m about to drop down on the mold of him a rumble through his chest has me pausing.
“Slowly,” he erotically directs. His darkened eyes are locked onto the spot where his replica is slipping inside me, stretching me the way only he can. “Slower,” he snaps.
My thighs start to burn as I fight the need to drop down and have him fill me completely, but I want to please him. I don’t want him to be mad at me. I want him to forget today, and lose himself to this moment. What I want most of all, is for him to drop the subject all together and trust me.
“Stop.” His voice cuts through my thoughts, and the pleasure building in my centre.
A whimper slips out as I freeze, just an inch or two away from bottoming out on his twin between my legs.
“Rise,” he says, swiping his thumb over his crown and collecting the precum.
I obey, slowly moving up the dildo, watching with burning intensity as he pleasures himself to the sight of me riding his cock.
“You’re making a puddle on the floor, little siren. Do you like how I feel inside you?”
“You know I do.”
He strides over to me, and I part my lips to take him into my mouth, but he doesn’t slip inside. I look up at him and our eyes lock.
“Do you still belong to me?”
“Yes, Ghost, only you. Only ever you.” His eyes fall shut as he pushes his dick into my mouth.
“You better be telling me the truth, I don’t think I could survive losing you a second time.
” I can’t speak as he thrusts between my lips but I need him to know I’ll never leave him.
I lean into him, taking him as deep as I can with my hands still tethered behind my back.
Nox’s fingers work gently to remove the elastic from my hair, unwinding the bun and letting my damp tresses fall free.
He latches onto my strands, slipping his length from my mouth, and controlling the rise and fall of me on the toy between my legs.
Sweat breaks out across my skin as I teeter on the edge of an orgasm I know he won’t allow me to have.
Faster he moves me up and down, the vibrations meeting my clit for a fraction of a second every time he almost lets me take it all.
He knows I’m aching for it, the way his cock rubs that spot inside me when I take him to the hilt and wind my hips.
“Where were you?” he asks again, fist tightening in my hair.
“I told you,” I pant.
“Tell me something new,” he growls.
My body starts to shake, and he forces me down on the mold of him. Pleasure shoots through my system as I cry out, rushing to cum before he can stop me. But I’m not fast enough.
He pulls me off the toy completely and I shriek in frustration. “Where did you go today?” he snarls.
“Fuck you.”
“I’d much rather fuck you, little siren.” Ghost hauls me back into position over the gleaming dildo, teasing it at my entrance. “Just tell me, I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn. Is having me think you were unfaithful really better than being honest? ”
“I wasn’t unfaithful,” I cry, rolling my hips, trying to slip the tip of the toy inside me but he holds me firm.
“So you say.” He slides me down the replica at an achingly slow pace until the crown of it fully sits inside me.
My eyes flutter shut, and I can’t help the moan I release.
Ghost pulls off the mask with his free hand.
His lips meet mine in a savage kiss as his hand in my hair stops my movement on the cock.
Nox's hand slides up my thigh and I know what’s coming—more torture, more mind-melting edging, another denied orgasm.
I try to squirm away but it’s pointless, I’m cemented in place by him, and the cock inside me that’s suctioned to the floor.
His thumb brushes over my clit, setting a steady rhythm as I moan against his lips.
My sounds are swallowed by his kiss, by the way his tongue wars with mine.
His lips pull away, and I try to catch my breath.
Gentle kisses feather across my jaw and down my neck.
I know what he’s going to do before his teeth even sink into my skin.
He’s marking me. Showing everyone I’m taken in the most blatant way possible.
His possessiveness pushes me to the edge, I’m shaking in his unyielding grip.
He pinches my clit, and I scream out as the start of an orgasm wraps around me.
Before it can engulf me, Lennox pulls me off his silicone twin, and abandons his ministrations on my clit.
He holds me as my body convulses against his, the orgasm fading away like fog when the early morning heat rolls in.
I release an unrestricted scream that morphs into a sob. “Stop, please,” I pant.
“Where did you go after Victoria’s?” he whispers, brushing my hair away from my face .
I crumble, not able to take any more of this. “My parents’ house,” I scream.
Shit, I did not mean to say that.
He pushes me back, his large tattooed hand gripping my hip, slamming my pussy all the way down on the dildo and holding me there. “Why?” he snarls. I can barely hear him as my swollen cunt stretches blissfully around the silicone shaft and I circle my hips, ignoring him.
Fuck him, fuck this. I need to cum to think clearly and not say something else I’ll regret.
He releases me entirely, then there’s a shuffling sound.
Caught between whether to chase this orgasm or watch what he’s doing, I pause, eyes fluttering open.
Nox’s heat flushes the skin of my back as the soft skin of his erection presses into my palms. I grip him gently as his fingers dig into my hips again.
His hold on me moves my pussy slowly up and down on the toy.
Nox’s hips thrust his cock into my hand, and for a moment I’m lost in the sensations, enjoying us moving as one.
His lips brush against the shell of my ear as he quietly pleads, “Tell me why, baby. Just one more confession and I’ll fuck you so good you cry. ”
“I can’t,” I whisper, holding back a sob.
“Why?” His hands grip me tighter, sliding me so hard and fast on the dick I can barely keep up. I’m nothing more than a live wire, a bomb ready to detonate at the drop of a hat, nothing matters anymore but the need to cum.
“You’ll be disappointed in me,” I breathily sob.
“Nothing you do will affect my love for you, little siren. ”
“Ghost, please, let me cum,” I whimper. I hear him spit, and a moment later his wet dick is sliding through the crack of my ass.
“Tell me why you went to that terrible place.” He pushes me down to meet the floor, bottoming out the dildo inside me.
Nox controls the grinding of my hips as the vibrations meet my clit, throwing me quickly into a pre-orgasm haze.
Thrusting against my ass as his right hand abandons my hip to grip my chin, he turns my face so my lips meet his.
He devours me…in every sense of the word.
Engulfing me so completely that he snuffs out every other thing, every other emotion, feeling, or memory that isn’t him.
All I feel is him, all I see is him, and all I know is him.
He pulls away as I fight his hold to rock at my own pace, chasing my climax.
He watches me with a blazing intensity, reading my body like it’s the only thing he needs in this life.
Ghost’s left arm bands around my middle, and I think he’s about to deny me another orgasm until I feel his cock rubbing against my entrance. “What are you doing?” I breathe.
“I want you to take both my cocks, baby.” He holds me tight as I try to squirm away.
“Absolutely not,” I squeal.
His dick throbs against me, and I can’t stop from tilting my hips, angling my pussy back towards him. “See, even scared of the pain, you still want to be stuffed full of me.”
I moan in agreement as he starts to press into me, the burning ache intensifying. “Ghost, it hurts. ”
“Of course it does baby, but not as much as when you lie to me.”
“Stop, Nox.” My voice is firm, he stops as the head of his cock slips inside me. “Shit,” I breathe.
“Are you okay?” I nod. He flexes his cock, pulsing it inside me. The sensation crosses my eyes and melts away some of the pain. “Do you want to stop?”
“No, just go slow.” He does, slowly moving in and out of me while the vibrations emanating from the base of the dildo loosen up my tensing. I relax against him and he groans in appreciation, my body letting him further inside.
“Fuck, little siren. I need you to come on both my cocks. Tell me why you went there.” One of his hands cup my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. All the fight leaks from my body, I need to come too. I’m so tired, I can’t keep my eyes open.
“For drugs,” I pant. That’s a half truth at best, but it covers why I went into the city, turned off my phone, and still came back empty handed. He doesn’t have to know I needed space from him. I’ve hurt him enough tonight.
He stops moving, ceasing the rocking of his cock inside me. Please don’t leave.
“Why?” he pries. I have no resistance left, I’m sure if he asked me anything I’d answer him truthfully. My brain resembles shaken pudding after this entire day.
“To stop the pain,” I confess. The weight of hiding this from the one person I shouldn’t have to lifts off my shoulders immediately.
He pulls his cock out of me and stands. “No, please don’t go,” I plead.
I watch him come around me, moving to the other side of the room where his pants lay abandoned on the floor.
He grabs something from a pocket on his utility belt.
Coming back over to me, he unlocks the cuffs, dropping them to the floor.
Nox scoops me up, leaving the dildo stuck to the floor and vibrating.
He carries me down the hallway to our bedroom and lays me on the bed.
I tense for a moment, but breathe through it.
He parts my thighs, diving into my centre and licking me soft and slow.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe. His tongue stops mid stroke, and he raises his green eyes to mine.
I run my fingers through his shaggy dark hair, taking him in, as my heart swells and emotion clogs my throat.
“So am I.” He moves to dip back down but I snap my legs closed, and tighten my hold on his hair. He narrows his eyes at me.
“Come here,” I say. Lennox crawls up my body and I spread my legs, rolling my hips and welcoming him into my wet cunt without him expecting it.
“Fuckkkkk,” he groans, and the sound melts my insides. Slowly, he thrusts in and out of me, gazing into my eyes and cupping my cheek. It’s too much. Too intimate, too I love you after all the shit I’ve put him through today.
I’m undeserving of the way he’s making love to me.
The thought ruins any chance I had at cumming, but I make the sounds, roll my eyes back into my skull, clamp my cunt down around his cock, and fake it.