Cabin Fever - Roe Horvat Page 0,32

gestured to his sketchbook, which had been on my mind since the first day.

To my surprise, Michael blushed. I’d never seen him blush before. He swallowed and handed me the sketchbook.

What he’d drawn made my eyes burn.

Doodles covered the large paper, some just a few lines, some detailed, extremely skilled, and realistic. Pictures of me. My hands holding the iPad. My silhouette as I sat in the armchair. My frowning eyes, focused.

I put the sketchbook on the table, not daring to leaf through. Michael had only shown me one page, and I wouldn’t abuse his trust. He sat hunched over, looking at his knees, tugging at some lint on his sweats.

“Baby, come here,” I said, my voice hoarse.

He lifted his head, then stood and took my outstretched hand. I tugged him down to me until he sat on my lap. Holding his gorgeous, fearful face between my hands, I kissed his lips. He opened his mouth for me and moaned into the kiss, always so eager, his desire for me palpable.

“Those are beautiful. Thank you for showing me.” His green eyes grew liquid.

We kissed again, and I grew hard. Of course, I did, as Michael was rubbing his ass over the bulge in my jeans. Sex was easy, much easier than the complicated emotions growing inside me whenever I got to know him a little more. So, I kneaded his ass muscles and grazed my teeth down the tendons on his throat.

“Daddy…” A needy whine.

I bit his lip.

“Go get the lube, boy.”

He shot up as if electrocuted, and was back within seconds, ripping his clothes off, then opening my jeans. I took off my shirt and sat back, spreading my legs and watching him. He knelt between my thighs, lubed his fingers, and opened himself up while he sucked me. Then he slathered my length and straddled me again, taking me in slowly until he was sitting on my hips, my cock as deep in his body as it would go. Eyes closed, he threw his head back, rolled his hips, groaning with relief.

I gently cupped his cheek. He licked his lips and grinned, rocking back and forth. “You feel so good in my hole. Sometimes I dream about you fucking me for the whole night. And I’d just keep coming until I passed out.”

The tight grasp of his slick asshole around me felt amazing. The sight of him finding his pleasure, the muscles of his torso and belly rippling, his hands tugging at the hair on my chest, his eyelids growing heavy as he stared into my eyes… He was so beautiful it hurt to watch him.

“Take what you need, my sweet boy. Make yourself come.”

He rode me but slowly as if trying to prolong it, to edge himself. Rolling his hips, teasing his cock with his palm, he kissed me while I ran my fingers along his rim, caressing his pucker, where it was stretched around me. Then he crouched, his feet by my hips, and lifted himself up, then pushed down, impaling himself in sharp, hard movements. He winced with pain yet did it again. He hurt himself with my cock. Sitting down again, taking me in, all the way to the hilt, he cried out with ecstasy.

“You love it when it hurts, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” he gasped. “I love that you’re big enough to hurt me.”

An incubus. I’d known that from the start.

He was bouncing up and down, mewling, completely mindless, a sheen of sweat covering his body. When I tugged on his barbells, he sped up even more, leaning back until I had to support him, holding his waist, my cockhead dragging along the front wall of his hole on each fast stroke.

“Come, boy. Come on my cock.”

He pinched his cockhead between his fingers and yelled from his orgasm, his hole spasming around me. I had to bite the inside of my cheek so he wouldn’t drag me with him beyond the point of no return. I didn’t want to come yet. Sometimes I dream about you fucking me for the whole night. His pleasure was mine. His features going slack with orgasm… nothing compared. Well, except maybe the sight of his hole stretching around my girth.

I stood, taking him with me, and laid him down on the sofa. I loved it when he was like this—fucked out and content, happy, his asshole soft and open. I fucked his limp, sated body, watching his eyelashes flutter, tongue darting between his parted lips, his cheeks pink with