Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories by Annabel Bastione

with the dildo,
stretching his asshole just to the point of pain, each deep thrust
simultaneously soothing and electrifying him. The thought of
touching his dick didn’t even occur to him anymore, it felt so
fucking good like this, just like this, a big plastic cock inside
him and his dick spurting pre-cum like a leaking faucet. It was
fucking peculiar. He didn’t even normally have it, not more than a
few drops at least. Somehow he found room for this intellectual
curiosity in the midst of all the sensations - and then, suddenly,
he became aware that he was going to come.
    He barely had time to register surprise before his toes
curled, his dick surged, and his heart nearly stopped - he had
hurtled past the point of no return, but his body still paused on
the precipice, seeming as confused as he was. Then he was gone,
lost in it, pleasure arcing through him from groin to chest and
back again, the first few massive spurts shooting halfway across
the room.
    As he knelt there, panting, slowly coming back to himself,
Matt hoped to God that Archer was too involved in his work to have
heard anything.
    The thing was, though - Matt had always enjoyed a dick in his
ass, ever since he’d learned that it was a thing , but he’d never been able to
climax that way. Not without touching his cock, or being touched,
or rubbing off on something. This was a revelation. Maybe I should have been fucking myself to
pictures of Archer the whole time , he
thought to himself, chuckling, but that was a dangerous line of
inquiry. Maybe the fevers were getting stronger as he got older,
or…maybe there was something in the water. It couldn’t be Archer -
what, did his mere presence inspire something that allowed Matt to
achieve the elusive anal-sex orgasm, coming hard around a dildo
like the fucking cockslut that he was?
    Oh, no.
    Matt shook his head in an effort to clear it. When he started
thinking of himself in terms like “cockslut,” it was never a good
sign. The fever was building. He realized he was still as hard as
ever, still with an ache lodged deep in his solar plexus, the kind
that wouldn’t go away until he could get well and properly fucked.
All the same, he took his stiff cock in hand and jerked it
mercilessly until he came again, reveling in that moment of pure
satisfaction before the want came back, stronger than before.
     
    -
     
    “ Don’t you want to…I don’t know…go out somewhere?”
    “ What, do you want to go to a coffeeshop?” Archer blinked at
him over the top of that infernal typewriter. “We can
go.”
    “ No,” said Matt. “I mean, just you.”
    “ But I can’t go alone,” said Archer, wide-eyed. “I need to
bounce ideas off you. I need you to read over my shoulder. I
thought that’s why you went looking for me in the first place. We
need to do this together.”
    “ But what if I need a break?”
    “ People who spend thirty-seven weeks on the New York Times
bestseller list don’t take breaks.”
    “ Most people like to write alone, you know.”
    “ Well, I’m not most people.”
    Matt was getting twitchy. There was no other way to describe
it. He’d survived the last few days by fucking himself silly every
night with the dildo, but it wasn’t the same. He needed the real
thing, hot, hard flesh - no, he couldn’t be thinking like this, not
in front of Archer. He seemed focused on his typing, but if Matt
had learned anything about him in their previous work together, it
was that Archer was always paying the most attention when he seemed
to be paying the least.
    “ I didn’t mean to disrupt your personal life. I didn’t know you
had a personal life, actually. Every time we’ve worked together you
didn’t really seem to have a lot going on.”
    “ That’s because I can’t have anything going on while you’re
around, you impossible prick.”
    “ Now, now,” said Archer mildly. “You don’t mean
that.”
     
    -
     
    Archer was his most productive in the wee hours, so there