Page 54 of Speak No Evil

Chapter 13

RYKER

Istare down at my new gold body and as the shower spray runs down every ridged muscle, I have to wonder…

Is it weird to be turned on by your own body?

My new cock is hard and dripping precum at the mere thought of jerking myself off.

And a second, darker thought creeps in.

Am I so detestable that even a perfect form such as this isn’t enough to convince Thorne to be with me?

I stare at the gold jewelry adorning me.

Does Jade know all our cocks are decorated because she deemed it so?

All three of us have a ladder of piercings on the underside in common. But Jade gave us different piercings at the head. I have a set of barbells crossing through mine to make an X.

I quite like it.

Thorne has a thick barbell horizontally through his.

I quite like that as well.

Too bad it’s attached to the demon who rejected me.

I grab a bar of soap and suds myself head to toe, rinse, and do it again, this time skipping the head to toe part and focusing only on my neglected cock.

I wrap a slick, soapy fist around the base and slide it to the tip.

As my fingers glide over the metal, it quite unexpectedly increases my enjoyment. A ripple of pleasure swirls at the base of my spine.

I give it another pump, and another swirl of pleasure tingles in the same new place.

Interesting.

I know Thorne didn’t truly reject me. I know he was only repeating what I said earlier—that we need to talk to Jade first.

But it hit the same nerve. The same wound that gets irritated from seeing Vrahs and Thorne enjoying each other without me. The same sore spot I haven’t been able to stop picking at for centuries.

Even when I try. Even when I’m sick of myself for doing it, my habit is to assume no one wants me.

I add my other fist on top of the first and stroke myself with both hands.

Hard.

Tension builds in my balls and the base of my cock as I imagine I’m fucking Thorne’s face.

In my mind, I watch his lips glide over my gold skin. His gaze is on me, smiling and playful, enjoying watching me enjoy myself.

I switch from two-fisted stroking to fucking my fists.

I can almost hear Thorne’s muffled moans as my eyes close and I let myself fall into the fantasy.

“Peccatores et meretrices. Well, don’t stop on my account.”

“Thorne!”