just a break in the trees. It was pretty at night when I could sit on the grass and stare up at the stars, but… that didn’t matter now since it was still morning.
I stopped walking and turned around to face Hiro. He stopped, staring back at me. His lips quirked up on the side, and he tilted his head, asking, “You okay, shadow boy?”
I rolled my eyes. “I hate when you call me that.”
“That’s why I do it.”
I snorted and shook my head.
“You don’t hate it.”
“What?”
He stepped closer. “I can feel you, and you don’t hate it. You used to, but now”—he put his hand over my heart—“your heart speeds up whenever I say it.”
“It does not.”
He leaned in so his nose was almost brushing mine and his lips were only an inch away. “You’re my shadow boy, Basil Ellwood, and I think it’s time I show you.” He was right, my heart did speed up, but that was more to do with him being near me than his actual words. Although those took my breath away.
I didn’t have time to reply because he pushed his lips against mine and hauled my body into his. Then he started taking off my clothes without releasing me. I was putty in his hands, but after he got my arm bracers and shirt off, I wanted to see his skin, so I pulled on the hem of his shirt. He broke the kiss, reached back, and yanked his shirt over his head, letting it fall into the pile of clothes on the ground.
My eyes widened as I took in all his skin. All his tattooed skin, and ho-ly shit, there were a ton of them. There were runes and words and symbols all over him, covering his arms and chest almost entirely. And he was muscled. Like even more than I’d thought or realized since he wore that cloak all the time. So many muscles I couldn’t wait to explore. I probably looked like a toothpick compared to him.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, then met his eyes. “You’re hot as hell.”
He laughed and pulled me to his chest, burying one hand in my hair as he walked me backward until I hit a tree, then whispered, “And you, my witch, are sexy as sin. I can’t wait to get my mouth all over you.”
He claimed my mouth again, then broke away and began kissing down my neck to my shoulder. His teeth dug into my skin lightly before he kissed his way to the center of my chest. Both of his hands rubbed along my skin as he kneeled and licked and nipped down my stomach. My nipples pebbled as he ran his fingers over them, and I groaned loudly.
He smirked up at me as he undid my pants and pulled them down to my thighs. My cock was tenting my briefs, so Hiro mouthed over it through the fabric, making me even more desperate for him—and he knew it. When he slipped my briefs down and wrapped his lips around my head, I bucked and almost came undone right there. In fact, my magic blew out of me and began swirling around us, but Hiro didn’t stop. He licked and sucked, and flattened his tongue and swirled around my head, and I thought I was going to fall to the ground because my legs were barely holding me up.
Hiro grabbed my ass and pulled me into his mouth, encouraging me to fuck his face. So I did. I abandoned all thoughts of what I looked or sounded like, and I let myself feel as his hands roamed and he hollowed out his cheeks. My lust kept building, pleasure filling my gut, but right before I was about to explode, Hiro pulled his mouth away.
“No, no, no,” I whined.
He stood, wrapped his arm around me, and whispered, “Shh, I got you, baby.” He took my cock in his hand, and when I glanced down, I saw his monster of a cock in his hand, too. I had no idea how he pulled himself out while his hands were all over me, but I was glad he did. The silky skin over his hard cock felt amazing against my dick. “You’re fuckin’ killin’ me,” he whispered before pumping us together and claiming my lips.
The new sensation sent a shiver down my spine as I fucked his fist, and he tongue-fucked my mouth. He was intoxicating and filling every sense, every cell. His body, his