Chapter Three
The cock head teased Caspian’s hole, subjecting it to gentle pressure before easing away, rubbing up and down the crack, and repeating the process all over again.
Caspian drew in shaking breaths, driven out of his mind with need. He wanted the stranger. He wanted to feel his shaft, know the pace of his hips, and take his cum.
Dreams while asleep made everything acceptable. He wasn’t a slut, not generally, despite this behavior, this one-off activity in his sleep. Living his deepest subconscious desires vicariously through sleep—desires of being fucked and bred by a sexy stranger.
They fooled around like that until Caspian was breathless and his dick throbbed. The slit of his cock wept precum, the slick juice decorating his own stomach and the sticky wet sheet beneath him.
Caspian burned for him.
When at last the tip of the stranger’s cock breached Caspian’s tight ring, it brought relief like nothing else.
“Oh my god,” Caspian breathed. His body took the stranger’s tip only, his ring closing just behind the glans. “Oh my god.”
“Shh, hatchling,” the stranger whispered. “You’re fine. It will all be fine.”
“You feel so good.” Caspian squeezed his eyes shut. His heart hammered against his sternum. “Please, put more inside me. Use me. I want you.”
It felt so right, even though it was so wrong to let a stranger take him like this.
No names exchanged.
Knowing nothing about each other.
Full penetration with no condoms.
Slutty.
Normally, Caspian always dated. He wasn’t virginal, but not easy either. It felt very real. And hot. And erotic.
“Mm.” Leaning over him, the stranger hummed against Caspian’s shoulder blade. “You want more of this?” he asked. Calm and in control, as if offering more bread to accompany a meal. A statement, although the tone of his voice posed it as a question. Without waiting for an answer, the man pushed forward only far enough that another inch sunk into Caspian.
Enough. Not enough. Out of his mind, Caspian couldn’t tell. He drew in a sharp breath and wormed back, trying to draw the stranger deeper.
The stranger held back.
Desperate begging ensued. “Yes! Give me more. Give it all to me.” Caspian wanted all of him.
“Mm.” The stranger drew back until the underside of his head snagged against Caspian’s ring. “Well, now I know what you want.”
Caspian panted with need. “No please, god please, please, please. Fill me.”
“Well, if you insist.” Still, the voice sounded unbelievably calm and in control.
Caspian didn’t even care how cocky the man sounded. The second he pushed in, fully burying his cock, Caspian didn’t care about anything. He gasped and twisted, eager for more pleasure.
Eager for the cock hitting deep inside, where he needed to feel it.
There was no more conversation. Communication between them happened on a physical level. The stranger worked into him, the rocking of his body bringing amazing sensations.
The touches and thrusts seemed dirty and desperate and yet…respectful.
Taking his weight on one arm and his face buried in the pillow, Caspian took a hand to his aching cock that swung freely below his stomach.
Just as his fingers felt the stalactite of precum swinging from the head of his cock, the stranger batted Caspian’s hand away. Caspian groaned as fingers rubbed the liquid around his glans before squeezing into a tight fist around his dick.
The way he felt right then, Caspian doubted that he’d ever really had good sex before—no one had ever done these things quite like this and made him feel this way. He felt like a slut who’d lost all inhibitions, and he loved it.
Elation and blissful fulfillment built in tandem inside him, bonding him to the stranger in ways he’d never imagined possible.
The man knew him in a way that no one else did, and few would understand.
Caspian didn’t know the guy’s name, but their souls knew each other. The way their bodies fit and worked together had to mean something.
The slap of their bodies marked the passage of time. All other outside forces slipped away. Caspian was wrapped up in the stranger. Judging by the hitched way the stranger had started to breathe, the sentiment was mutual.
“I’m going to seed you, hatchling,” the stranger whispered hotly in Caspian’s ear. “I want you to take it for me. I want you to carry it inside you.”
No one had ever spoken to him like that before, and Caspian’s cheeks burned red. He’d never done something like this before, and it turned him the hell on. “Please, please—I want it.”
The final lurch curled in Caspian’s gut, and he opened his lips in a silent “Oh,” unable to do anything else.
He never expected the cool-as-a-cucumber (and hung like one too) stranger to come first. With shuddering jerks and moans, that’s exactly what he did. The stranger bottomed out inside and held his position as he thrust and pumped hot seed into Caspian’s willing, wanton body.
Caspian wasn’t sure whether he imagined it because he pictured it, or whether he did feel the cock inside him throb as it emptied, hot seed squirting into him and filling him.
“Take it,” the stranger muttered, his voice strangled as he lost just a little of that self-control. “It’s all for you. All of it.”
Caspian gasped, “Oh my god.” Those words. Sexy dirty talk in his ear. He liked it a lot.
A stranger had come inside him, and it was so wrong, it was right. “Oh god.” He threw his head back and choked out a noise of delight. Release rolled through him, like an unstoppable wave.
The stranger thrust, burying the seed within him, and at the same time, he renewed his grip on Caspian’s dick and jerked it. Caspian didn’t need much additional stimulation; he was so turned on, he could probably come immediately without any touch at all.
For a while, Caspian blanked out completely. He lost track of time and everything around him in this dreamy world as his head gave way to the climax that shook his entire body.
When he came to, he was still on his knees. The stranger behind him held him above the silk sheet, soaked with his cum.
He thought he’d never get enough of this feeling of satisfaction.
“Hatchling?” the stranger asked softly in his ear.
Caspian lifted his head slowly. “Yes?”
But when he opened his eyes, the stranger had gone.
Morning light streamed in through the bedroom window. Caspian was alone in the guest bedroom back in Dr. Kilpatrick’s house. He lay on his stomach. His pajamas were wet from his orgasm. It had been a long time since he’d had a wet dream so vivid, he wished he’d never woken up.
A sure sign he should think about finding a boyfriend.
He looked around the bedroom, at the old antique furniture stuffed into every available spot. Nothing in it resembled what he’d seen in his dream. So realistic, and yet, obviously all in his head.
Grateful he was alone in the house, Caspian blushed and slipped out of bed. He headed for the bathroom down the hall. While cleaning up, he washed thoughts of the dream away with the soapy water and returned to his bedroom to dress. Having barely recovered from his weird experiences of the day before, Caspian hoped that today would be more mundane.
He left his room to head down for breakfast before tackling some of the essential domestic tasks. Namely, laundry and installing the air conditioning. He couldn't put it off any longer. Obviously, the heat was getting to him.
The wooden stairs creaked beneath Caspian’s weight, but he didn’t doubt their durability. Dr. Kilpatrick’s house was ancient, but despite creaking doors and the occasional stuck window, it was in good shape. Outdated, yes. In need of some modernization, sure. But livable? Definitely. Right now, that was all he cared about.
When he went downstairs and passed the living room on the way to the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks.
A black bird stood on the patio, looking in through the door. Not any black bird, a raven. The raven. It pecked on the glass.
Caspian blushed. He couldn’t explain why.