Page 98 of Forbidden! Exorcist Roommate
He shuffled to wrap one hand around his own cock while still stroking mine. By now, I was short circuiting. I had to remind myself to breathe.
“Should I come on your back, Chase? Mark you as mine?” Sagitta asked.
I nearly lost it.
“Yes, fuck,” I cried. “Please, I want to be yours.”
His strokes sped up, both on my cock and his own. “You’re mine,” he said raggedly. “I’m going to paint your back with my load.”
“Fuck,” I whined, so high it was barely audible. I was close, too close.
Sagitta pressed his forehead against my back. His breaths came out in hot, heavy puffs. His movements were frantic now.
“I’m going to put that collar on you, Chase,” he promised, desperate and hungry. “I’m going to collar you and come all over you, and you’re going to belong to me forever.”
I lost it. Shock waves of pleasure rolled over me. My vision cut to black as I cried out, seeing stars. My cock kept twitching and jerking as I shot my load against the wall. Time slowed as the waves kept coming, and when those finally ended, the aftershocks made me gasp for air.
Sagitta grunted, finishing with a hiss and a muttered curse. I shivered as I felt him unload onto the curve of my lower back. The thick warmth of it slid down until it trickled into my crack.
Fuck, that was hot.
After he came, Sagitta slumped against me as he caught his breath. A few minutes passed before either of us could speak.
“So much for the shower, huh?” I asked, grinning over my shoulder.
But Sagitta still had his forehead pressed into my shoulders and his face was hidden beneath his black hair.
“You okay?” I asked.
He raised his face. He looked terribly, adorably flustered.
“I cannot believe I said all those things,” he mumbled, flushing at the mere insinuation.
I burst out laughing. “Yeah, you’ve got a filthy mouth on you. I like it, though.”
“I could tell,” he replied with a smirk.
I blushed, smiling back at him. Then I was overcome by the powerful urge to kiss him. I twisted the top half of my body so I could reach his lips. They were soft and addicting. If I wasn’t utterly spent, I would’ve gotten excited again.
When we broke apart, his eyes were heavy with emotion and satisfaction, but crystal-clear, like he knew what he wanted with one hundred percent certainty. I wondered if mine looked the same to him.
“By the way, were you serious about the collar?” I asked.
Sagitta made a strangled sound. “I—I don’t know. Do you want me to be?”
My heart did a weird flip at the idea.
“I mean... I wouldn’t mind,” I admitted. “Maybe, like... at home.”
Sagitta shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Stop. I can’t get turned on again. This hedonism is far too much.”
“Aw, are you sure? It’s not like we have anything better to do.”
He glared at me.
I put up my hands. “Joking, I’m joking.”
Sagitta sighed and started getting dressed for real this time. “I’m glaring because I’m tempted to agree with you. But two orgasms in one morning is enough.”
