39. Daemon

A drenaline pulses through my veins as I stalk after him, my heart hammering in my chest as I watch him enter the maze. Does he think he can hide from me? That there is a corner of this fucking earth he could go to in order to escape me? I don’t think so. I might have spent three years denying myself the pleasure of his company, and keeping him at arm's length, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t catalog every single thing about him. From the gold flecks in the center of his blue stare, to the way he drinks his damn coffee. My mind is a fucking shrine to all things Archer Gray, and this might be his favorite game, but I never fucking lose.

Entering the maze, I almost roll my eyes. Like everything else in this damn place, it’s over the top and ridiculous. I mean, what kind of person needs a fucking maze in their garden? A person with too much fucking money, that’s who. Keeping my focus off people’s frivolous spending habits, I let my eyes scan the greenery, as I slink through the passages of the maze. A couple stumbles past me, drunkenly fixing their clothes, but apart from that I don’t see anyone else.

The deeper I go, the further away the carnival sounds, which is how I hear the snapping of a twig beneath his foot. I’m quiet as I move, rounding the corner and finding both Archer and the center of the maze. He is frozen in one of the entryways that leads to the middle, except he isn’t looking over his shoulder in anticipation of me finding him. No, instead his focus lies across the fountain, and the two people on the other side.

Moving quickly and silently, I press my body into the back of his, and bring my mouth to his ear. “Looks like we aren’t the only ones playing tonight,” I purr, before flipping him around and pressing his back into the hedge, his lust-filled pupils flaring widely as they meet mine.

That’s when I feel it.

The ridge of his erection trapped against me, long and thick. I roll it against my own, making both of us groan at the sensation. Mine is from the chase, the stalking of my prey, but what about his? I flick my stare back to the couple across the center, both male, kissing wildly and recklessly, as if this is their only opportunity, the display nothing but erotic, and when I meet Archer’s stare again, I understand.

“See how fun it is to watch?” I whisper, pressing my mouth against his and stealing a sinful kiss from his lips, his tongue reaching out to tangle with mine. I kiss him how I plan to fuck him, rough and quick, before gripping his chin between my fingers, forcing his head to the side, and his eyes back to the couple. “Look at them, baby, see how desperate they are for one another?” My tongue laps against the pulse point in his throat, feeling it strum rapidly, and I smirk against his skin.

His cock is solid against mine and he rubs it back and forth, chasing more friction even when there isn’t an inch of space that separates us. A low groan floats across the fountain, at the same time I palm his cock through his trousers, and his sharp gasp is nothing short of fucking perfection. The other two start fumbling with their pants, and we both watch as the taller one spins the other around, pressing his face into the hedge, and lining his cock up with his ass, before slamming inside of him.

“Fuck,” Archer moans, as my hands rip at his own pants, freeing his length and teasing him with long, languid strokes, until he is heavy and slick in my palm.

I jack him as we watch them, the guy fucking him with quick snaps of his hips, like this is the only time they can let themselves go, and fuck it’s hot, but not as hot as watching Archer watch them. He’s fascinated by their display, and there is a desperation in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. The guy being fucked is moaning for the other to go harder, be rougher, and it’s only then that I realize what Archer wants, what he needs. I haven’t been gentle with him so far, but I haven’t been too rough either, easing him into being fucked, but if the look on his face is anything to go by, he’s ready for more.

“I want your cum in the back of my throat before they finish,” I mutter along his jaw, his eyes snapping back to mine, and the raw, carnal lust in them almost takes my breath away.

His hand finds the back of my neck, pulling me in for another hard kiss, before he releases me and leans back against the hedge, his stare torn between me and them, as he purrs “Then get on your fucking knees, Forbes.”

My knees buckle at his command, my throat already aching for a taste of him, and I don’t waste any time in leaning forward and lapping my tongue against his head. Another low gasp slips past his gritted teeth, and I meet his stare, as I wrap my fist around his cock and swirl my tongue across his slit. More moans sound out across the maze, and we both turn to the side to see the man being fucked hard, and fucking brutal.

I jerk his length, cleaning up his pre-cum with my tongue, as I demand, “Fuck my throat, Gray, get it nice and bruised and then paint it with your cum.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna come before you even suck me, if you keep talking like that,” he hisses, and I smirk as I take him into my mouth, his cock slipping over my tongue until I have taken him all the way to the back, earning myself another deep groan.

My own cock strains against my pants, his hand pushing through my hair, until he is once again cupping the back of my neck. His fingertips dig into the base of my skull, in both desperation and possession, as he stares at me with a wicked smile, before pulling all the way out to the tip, and then slamming back inside. I can taste the trail of his pre-cum along my tongue, mixed with the masculine taste that is just him, and when he hits the back of my throat again, I nod.

Then he is fucking my mouth with quick, hard snaps of his hips, and I lick and suck him with everything I have, hollowing my cheeks so I can take him as deep as possible. I lean into the welcome bite of pain in my scalp, as I push him further. One of my hands comes up to massage his balls and taint, feeling him pulse on my tongue, as I slide back further and push a finger past his rim.

“Daemon,” he spits, his voice low and lethal, as the other guys moan, and fuck does it spur me on when he says my name like that.

Like a prayer. Like a curse. Like the answer to every question he’s ever fucking asked.

“So good, Daemon, you suck me so fucking perfect,” he chants, his thumb delicately brushing my jaw in total contrast to the way his cock abuses my mouth. “That’s it, baby, yes, yes, fuck yes,” he adds in a groan, his eyes now solely on me, the other couple completely forgotten, and I’m lost in his stare.

He hits the back of my throat again and again, wrecking me in the best way possible, as he ruts against my waiting tongue, while I finger fuck his ass. Every noise and spluttered curse of my name is my undoing, as he breaks and remakes me, pushing me to take him deeper, until my nose brushes against his groin and I hold myself there, capturing his stare, as his eyes roll back in blissed-out pleasure.

“Your mouth was made for my fucking cock,” he chokes out, as I swallow and gag around his length, my own cock aching and leaking, and begging for release, but not until I’ve had his.

Pulling back, I jack him roughly, spreading my spit up and down his shaft, as I breathe, “Give it to me rough, baby, I can take it.” His eyes darken at my words, a deep groan sending shivers down my spine, but it’s nothing compared to his.

Taking once last look at the couple fucking, at the way the guy has his hand fisted in his hair as he fucks him raw, I smirk, before sliding him back into my mouth and rapidly bobbing my head back and forth. Another hissed groan slips through his teeth, his entire body rolling, as he thrusts himself into my mouth as I moan around him. Both hands grip my hair now, my finger still stretching his ass, as he fucks my mouth wildly and I gulp him down. Swallowing around him like a beast, desperate for every single drop of his cum, until he is panting my name.

I feel his dick pulse on my tongue, his rim tightening around my finger, just before hot splashes of cum spray the back of my throat, as a loud groan is ripped from his chest. The other couple are probably alerted to our presence by now, but I don’t fucking care, not when I can taste his warm, salty release, and I waste no time. Pulling back, I spin him around, spreading his ass cheeks, before spitting his cum directly against his hole, and forcing it inside with two of my fingers.

Archer has barely caught his breath, still delirious with pleasure, but he pushes back against my fingers, until I rip them out, basking in his needy groan. Pushing back to my feet, I spin him until our position mirrors the other couple, and then all four of our stares collide with one another. The one being fucked looks startled and panicked from here, but the other smirks, fucking him harder until they are both coming with a moan.

It’s hot and forbidden, and from the way they both quickly tuck themselves away, leaving in opposite directions, I’d say it was the same for them, but who knows. Focusing back on Archer, I rip open a condom with my teeth and sheath my cock, before pushing inside his cum-stained hole until my groin slams against his ass. He cries out a pained moan, but I’m too focused on the way his ass strangles my cock to care.

“Fuck, you should see how perfect your ass looks when it’s choking my cock,” I grit, slowly dragging myself out, and slamming back in.

Archer grunts, twisting his head to the side, so his blown out stare can meet mine. “I feel so fucking full,” he spits, fisting his hands into the hedge, as he pushes back against me.

My hands fly to his hips, holding him steady, as I start to fuck him with slow, shallow thrusts. “Tell me you want it,” I demand, circling my hips, tightening my hold on him every time he tries to get me to move faster. “Beg for it, Gray, tell me you want it hard and rough,” I command, drawing myself all the way back to the tip.

“I want it,” he gasps in a whisper, as I slam back inside, slow, yet rough. “Harder.”

I pull all the way out again, painfully slow, gritting my teeth as his tight rim slides along my length, until only my tip remains. “Sorry, I can’t hear you. What was that?” I tease him with my crown, pushing it in and out ever so gently, until he is a pleading mess.

“Fuck me hard, rough, fucking split me open, I don’t care as long as you fuck me,” he whines desperately, and it sends me fucking feral.

I slam inside of him again, snapping my hips as hard as I can, before pulling back and doing it again, and again. Fucking him hard, rough, and deep, until his back is arching against me.

“You like that, baby?” I spit against his ear, pulling it between my teeth. “You like when I fuck your greedy hole nice and rough?” He presses his head against the hedge, closing his eyes and nodding rapidly as he takes me, but my hand flies to his hair, gripping it tight, and snatching his head backwards. “Ah ah, you know the rules, Gray, eyes on me when I fuck you.”

Then I capture his mouth with mine, swallowing his moans as I drive into him again and again. I fuck him harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone, everyone before him obliterated from my mind with just the sound of his sinful groans.

I’m holding on by a thread, his ass gripping me like a fucking vice, as I plunge into him again and again. “I’m gonna come again,” he chokes out against my mouth in disbelief, and my thrusts turn sloppy.

“That’s it, Golden Boy, give me all your pleasure, it’s fucking mine,” I tell him, reaching round to grip his cock, and his entire body shudders.

“And you’re mine,” he spits, drawing my lip between his teeth, biting hard before massaging it with his tongue. “So fill me up, baby, come for me, and I’ll come for you,” he purrs, rolling his hips and meeting me thrust for thrust.

His ass slaps against my groin, and when one of his hands flies back to grip my hips, so he can grind himself onto my cock, I’m a goner. “Fuck, yes,” I shout, feeling the moment I peg his prostate, because his entire body clenches, and before I can stop myself, I am emptying myself inside of him.

“Daemon,” he moans, long and loud, cum spilling onto my fist, as he finds his release again, his hips still rolling with mine, milking me completely. His lips seal back to mine, our kiss soft and passionate as we pant against one another, until we are able to catch our breaths.

I finally pull back and drop my head to his shoulder, kissing him through the fabric. “We’re doing that again when we get home, but with a lot less clothes,” I tell him, and he chokes a laugh, as I pull out of him and slip off the condom, tying it in a knot.

When he turns, I am already tucking myself away, and before he can do the same, I step towards him and do it for him, savoring the way his eyes track my every move. He watches me like I am both the most fascinating and important thing in the world to him, and it sends that warm feeling through my chest again. What is that?

I straighten his suit and brush back his hair, before placing one more soft kiss to his lips. “There you go, as perfect as always.”

The smile he gives me is fucking blinding, as he leans forward and fixes my tie. “So fucking obsessed with me,” he winks, before slinking his hand into mine and tugging me back the way we came. “Come on, apparently I owe you a ride on the Ferris wheel.”

I tighten my hand around his as I reply, “I just rode the best ride here, but sure, the Ferris wheel sounds fun.”

His laughing voice is music to my ears, and as we leave the maze, I can’t help thinking that maybe letting someone past my walls isn’t so bad after all?