Page 44 of Shadowman

God, what am I doing…?

I got my dick out of my pants, and he groaned, lifting his hips up to mine, like he wanted to feel my cock on his. But I was just out of reach.

Dipping my hips, I dragged my hot, heavy erection up his chest, brushing his warm flesh with my slippery wet head. Part of me wanted to spread him open and fuck him in half… But that need was scary as shit. I’d never felt it before… The desire to sink into a man. It was making it hard to breathe.

So instead, I knelt over him, holding him down forcefully with my body weight. “I have a way of keeping you quiet,” I purred, and he swallowed visibly, nervous, but not enough to stop him from parting his lips.

He was scared. But he liked it. It was a goddamnrevelation.

Without another moment of thought, I shoved my cock down Michelangelo Russo’s throat. I fucked his face deep while he choked and cried, and for a moment, I wondered if I really was assaulting him… But then he came all over himself, hands-free. From nothing more than me riding his gag-reflex.

It split me down the middle. I came like a roar of thunder, fisting his dark hair, holding him in place so he had no choice but to swallow my every aching drop.

And when I finally returned from outer space and pulled out of his mouth, he curled up with a satisfied hum.

“Feel free to break in again… Ghost Rider.”

Apparently, I blacked out. Or fell asleep.Same thing?

That was some strong shit…

When my eyelids flutter open, I’m in Alice’s bed. She’s nestled up by my side, her back to me. I watch her for a moment in the dark, hoping she’s not terribly upset with me for getting high. Praying to sweet Satan that if—orwhen—she eventually finds out that I’ve somehow wound up, on occasion, with her brother’s dick in my mouth, she won’t hate me forever.

Lifting my hand, I gently brush my fingers through her silky soft hair. I let out a sigh, about to wrap my arm around her waist. But a rustling across the room stops me.

I’m groggy, movements slowed as I glance up at the shadowed frame creeping over to the bed. I only notice that it’s Andres when he doesn’t stop and slinks into the bed right next to me. It’s a queen, so technically, there would be room for the three of us, but he’s instantly sort of wrapped around me.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, peeking at Alice. She hasn’t moved.

Her brother kisses me on the mouth, then the jaw, moving his lips to my ear. “I want more.”

“You’re tapped,” I hum, as quietly as possible. My adrenaline is giving me chills, mixing with the warm and fuzzies of the drugs. It feels good, but I don’t want it to.

This is so fucked up.

Andres rolls me over a bit, settling in behind me and rubbing his erection on my ass. I’m just now realizing I’m in only my underwear. “But I got so hard out there thinking about you…” He breathes, biting my shoulder as his hands slink down to grip and squeeze. “Let me inside. Just once, pretty boy.”

Fucking hell… This is so bad.

I’m shivering and mentally scolding myself for it. My cock is already stiff from what’s happening, and howwrongit is. But when Andres reaches around and starts rubbing it, I’m falling apart.

This is a new low, even for me. It’s one thing to suck my girlfriend’s brother off for drugs once in a while. But letting him fuck me in her bed while she’s asleepright next to us??

Alright, this isn’t working much to talk me out of it.

I try looking around for Leo as a voice of reason, but of course, he’s conveniently absent.

Figures.He worships chaos and loves when I behave like a wild animal.Rather uncharacteristic of the real Leonardo, just saying.

Andres is already pulling my underwear down, not waiting for verbal consent, which, let’s be honest, doesn’t seem quite like his thing. But I’m also not stopping him, or fighting him off, so…

I’m the worst person in the world. And I’m going to get off so bloody hard…

Squirming as he spits generously into his hand, I truly hate myself.I swear to Lucifer, I do. Because despite how purely abhorrent this behavior is, I’m quaking for it. I haven’t bottomed insolong… It’s been at least a year, maybe more, since my lastventure onto Grindr. I think it’s safe to say, based on how my body is reacting, I missed it.

In the interest of making this quick—or being impatient to fuck without concern for my feelings—Andres simply pushes his cock between my ass and starts nudging. The spit-lube is there, but it’s not much. Yet it’s clear that I’m just as needy, because only a few more seconds of panting and shoving, and he’s inside me.

“Fuuuuck yea,” he groans,quietly, but still.