Page 122 of Shadowman

We’re much closer now, my chest at his back and his impeccable body between my legs. I’m holding him up, caressing from his shoulder blades to his biceps.

“I’m just saying, I give a mean deep tissue,” I hum. “But you’d have to lie down on the bed and get naked…”

“Trevel… stop talking,” he groans softly.

“As you wish.”

In the grand scheme of massages, this one is pretty tame. I’m used to my clients being naked, covered only by a sheet or blanket, lying face down and at the mercy of my hands.Regardless, it’s clearly working for him. He’s releasing these little gasps and hums that are stirring my dick beyond belief. The feel of him turning to putty beneath my fingers is unlikeanythingI’ve ever experienced.

I still barely understand it, but since the moment I laid eyes on Byron Kang, all I’ve wanted is toworshiphim. To lick, and suck, and bite him. Bring him to the brink of ecstasy with my hands and my mouth… and my dick. My ass.

Any and all parts of me with any and all parts of him.

I don’t have any one defaultrolein the bedroom. I’m down for pretty much anything, but I do tend to gravitate toward partners who take control. On the surface, Byron seems like the type to dominate. Yet, for whatever reason, I find myself fantasizing about how he’d react if I overpoweredhim. Maybe reigned some painful pleasure over this perfect body…

Something tells me he’dloveit. But I’m not sure he’ll allow himself to admit that.Not yet, anyway.

“How’s this… pressure?” I rasp, and he purrs.

“So good…”

“Mmm… Tell me if you want itharder.” I brush my lips behind his ear.

Fuck, he smellssogood. I wonder how he… tastes…

Without thinking, I press a soft kiss there. It just happens, and I hear him release a breath. But he doesn’t pull away or try to punch me. So I do it again, kissing him ever-so-gently while massaging his shoulders sensually, but with a firm grip. The next thing I know, I’m decorating his neck with kisses. And he’sallowingit.

I’m high in a flash. My cock is straining against my pants, balls humming as I touch this beautiful boy, kisses growing hungrier, from lush pecks to needy suction. My tongue slips out, tracing the shell of his ear. And because I have absolutelyzero chill whatsoever, I take his lobe between my lips and startsucking.

“Fffuck… um, Trevel…?” He trembles my name.

“Mhm?” My hands have moved around to his front, cupping and kneading his juicy pectoral muscles while I release his earlobe to lick and bite his pulse point.

“What are you… doing?” he asks breathlessly.

Giving you a hickey, hot boy, what does it look like?

“Making you feel good,” I purr.

He shivers. “But you’re… kissing me.”

“You like it?”

“That’s not… the point.”

“Are you sure?” My hungry mouth moves up his jaw, going for his lips while my hands travel down his front, reaching for his dick. I make it to the abs, and the corner of his mouth, when he stops me, diving away fast.

“Dude, come on,” he pants, aiming a right foggy glare at my face. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“Fuck the deal.” My fingers rush through my hair in an attempt to compose myself. “We’realonein this cell, Byron. We both want to feel good, and you said it yourself… You hook up in here to pass the time. Pass the time withme. I promise, baby, it’ll give you what you need.”

His flushed face is painted with frustration. “Oh yea? And what do Ineed?”

“A release.” I give him a pointed look. “To clear your head and drain your fucking balls. Why are you making this a bigger deal than it has to be?”

He’s chewing vigorously on his lower lip, warring with himself. Not nearly as appalled as I’m sure he’d like to be. I snatch his hand, and he lets me, eyes wide. Holding his gaze, I extend my tongue to lick a purposeful line up his index finger. And then I suck it into my mouth.

“Mmff.” He shifts, watching me intently with a blaze in his eyes as I suck suggestively on his finger, barely a breath separating our mouths.