Page 45 of Coven of Corpses

“I would have kissed you the entire time I entered you.” The lamplight gleamed off their wedding rings as he told Demmy what he would have done with him all those years ago. “I would have kissed you as I drove my big, hard cock into you. I wouldn’t have stopped kissing you the entire time I fucked you, my cock harder than it had ever been. My hips slowly picking up speed as your ass learned to take all of me for the first time. Your legs would have bounced against my strong shoulders, and the smell of my sweat would have filled your room, lingering for you to breathe in long after I’d had to go back home. I would have been amped up, overrun with hormones, and it wouldn’t have been long before I filled you with my cum, marked you as mine all those years ago so no one else would ever have you.”

“Always yours,” Demmy gasped. “My heart and my body have always belonged to you.”

“I’m almost there,” Cody said.

“Come inside me. Fill me up again.” Demmy pulled him down into a kiss and Cody grunted into his mouth as he came inside him.

“Keep fucking me,” Demmy begged, hand furiously stroking himself. “I’m so close. Fuck me.”

Cody sat upright and grabbed Demmy’s ankles as he kept his hips moving. He watched his cock move in and out, marveled at the way Demmy’s body accepted the full length and girth of him, muscles clamped around him as Demmy came. The first shot was a long, white arc that splashed across Demmy’s left cheek, surprising them both. Each pulse that followed was weaker, but still impressive for the second round in the space of an hour.

When he’d finished, Demmy lay sprawled beneath him, eyes closed, head turned to the side. A relaxed and satisfied smile curled the corners of his lips, red and bruised from the force of their kisses. Cody eased out of him, cock still half-interested in another round. He stretched out beside Demmy and ran his fingers through the puddles of cum. Then he leaned in to lick clean the spot he’d hit himself in the cheek. Strong and salty.

“Impressive shooting for your second time of the night,” Cody said.

Demmy opened his eyes and smiled. “You bring out the best in me.”

Cody smirked and kissed him. “You were pretty damn good before you met me.”

“We met when we were five.”

“Right, exactly. You were a model four-year-old.”

Demmy laughed and rolled onto his side, pressing up against him. They kissed gently, softly, and Demmy moved a lock of hair off Cody’s sweaty forehead.

“That was extremely, amazingly hot,” Demmy said.

“Yeah it was.” Cody tried to fight back a yawn, but it got the better of him. He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. Been a long day.”

Demmy turned his head away and yawned as well. “It really has. How about we shower and sleep in our own bed?”

“That sounds like heaven.” Cody rolled off the mattress and reached back to help Demmy up. “If you wash my back, I’ll wash yours.”

“Would that have been something you offered me after gym class?”

“Absolutely. But Coach Burnett might have been jealous.”

Demmy smiled over his shoulder. “Coach Burnett would have had to get in line.”

CHAPTER TEN

The next morning, Friday, they drove back out to the wiggle. Demetrius offered to drive, but Cody said he’d do it. That curvy part of 118 was just over a mile past the entrance to Parson’s Pines retirement community on the north side of the road, and almost a mile and a half beyond Morley Trail, the dirt road that circled Parson’s Pond, on the south. Demetrius couldn’t help a grin as Cody guided the truck through the gentle curves, then eased to a stop on the gravel shoulder.

“I’ll be damned, it really does look like a wiggle,” Cody said. “I feel like I’ve missed out on something my whole life.”

Demetrius patted his thigh a couple of times. “It’s good to know we’re always learning, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

They got out and Cody locked the truck. He pointedly pushed the key fob into his left front pocket and looked at Demetrius. “In case anything happens, the key’s in my left front pocket.”

“I saw that. Why are you telling me this?” Demetrius stepped over the drainage ditch and heard Cody do the same behind him. The sun was out and the temperature mild. A few white, puffy clouds floated overhead, the gentle breeze poking them along. Scents of approaching spring were stronger today. Was it the spring equinox or the spring solstice? Demetrius could never keep those straight.

“We’re dealing with a witch and a demon. Who knows what’s going to happen? I could be turned into a frog or something.”

“A frog?”

“Look, I don’t know. I’m going off what I was taught about witches growing up.”