Chapter 9 #3
He slid his underwear off and his dick bounced free, the tip flushed red and beading with precum.
I crooked my finger, gesturing for him to come to me, and he pressed a knee into the bed beside my thigh so he could cover my body with his and kiss me again.
He devoured my mouth with the kind of lust that curled my toes, teeth clacking against mine in a way that was almost painful but I didn’t mind.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and hissed as our dicks rubbed against each other, the head of his length catching against mine.
“Fuck.” I rolled my head back, and he laid a line of kisses along my jaw before attacking my neck, right above my pulse point. His teeth grazed my skin, and I trembled as a rush of lust shot to my dick, causing it to jerk.
He tapped my shoulder when he leaned back, and I opened my eyes to look at him. He held up a condom wrapper that I hadn’t realized he’d pulled out with the lube. I exhaled, my nostrils flaring.
Finally, I shook my head. “I don’t want it. I need to feel you bare.”
He frowned, eyebrows burrowing low on his forehead.
“I know it’s dangerous, but I’m negative. There’s a clinic near a homeless shelter. They give out free tests and PrEP. I went there regularly. Like I said, I’m negative.”
He pursed his mouth and pointed at himself. “Same,” he mouthed. “Negative.”
“Good.” I smiled and gripped the back of his neck, dragging him down for another toe-curling kiss. “Then fuck me bare. I want to feel you leaking out of me.”
He shuddered against me, nuzzling my throat and licking a stripe up it. His dick nudged against me impatiently, and I moaned. I wanted this more than I’d wanted anything. He was sexy as hell, his abs and pecs moving and stretching with the rocking of his hips as he slid his dick against my stomach.
I panted heavily as he sucked a spot on my neck hard enough to leave a hickey.
His hand caressed my upper arm, the touch leaving behind goose bumps on my skin.
Pleasure coiled low in my stomach, my balls growing heavier by the second.
He was riling me up, and if he didn’t hurry, I’d explode.
I had a quick turn around, and he’d get a taste of it if he didn’t stick his dick in soon.
I grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged it, and he hissed as I dragged his head back so I could slam my mouth against his.
I sucked on his tongue, greedy for everything and anything he’d give me.
Being homeless took away a lot of my sex drive, but Sam had reignited it, and the passion for him surged through my blood and heated up every one of my limbs.
My dick was the hardest it’d ever been and I yearned to feel him against me, in me, around me. I’d never taken drugs, but if I had, I imagined this was what the high would feel like.
“Please,” I whimpered into his mouth. “I want you to fuck me.”
A hint of hesitation passed over his face, and I froze. He shook his head and brushed his nose over mine, before swallowing.
“I’ve never. . . .” He winced in pain and I pressed my fingers to his mouth.
“With a man?” I finished for him.
He smiled and nodded.
“That’s okay. It’s fine, Sam. You don’t have to hurt yourself to explain it. Trust me. I’ll lead you.” I smoothed the back of my knuckles over his face, and he sighed happily. “We’re in this together, right?”
He nodded again.
“Good. Then, get the lube.”
He sat back on his knees between my legs and grabbed the lube from the bed, popping it open to smear a good amount onto his left hand and fingers.
I spread my knees wider and dragged them to my chest. The move made him pause, mouth parted as he stared down at my hole.
If that wasn’t the biggest compliment, I didn’t know what else was.
He licked his lips and dropped the bottle beside him, before running his unlubed palm down my inner thigh.
I trembled and cursed, his touch electrifying me. My dick jerked, leaking a trail of precum that pooled in my belly button. “Oh, fuck.”
He pressed the tip of his lubed finger to my entrance and my hole squeezed at air, waiting for him to press inside me, and to my relief, he didn’t fuck around.
He pushed inside, his digit spreading me in a way that had my dick weeping and my body shuddering.
It’d been a while since I’d been with anyone, though, and my hole resisted against the intrusion.
Spikes of pain and pleasure fired through me, and my skin tingled.
“Keep going,” I whispered, desperate, and he followed my orders.
He was careful pressing into me, but when he added a second finger, it came with more confidence. He spread me and stretched me until my world spun and my balls tightened, threatening to unload.
I groaned. “Okay, enough. In me.”
He frowned at me and held up two fingers with his free hand.
“I know it was only two, but it’s fine.” I stroked a knuckle down his cheek in reassurance. “Trust me. A little pain never hurt. It’s nice with pleasure.”
His eyebrows furrowed, but he nodded with the kind of determination that made it look like he was going into battle. My lips twitched, but I pursed my mouth to keep in a laugh.
“Good luck, soldier,” I murmured, and he cocked his head at me. I waved him off.
He pulled his fingers out gently and lubed up his dick. I watched with my thighs against my chest, unable to do anything but stare at his girthy length. The skin over my arms prickled in excitement and I wiggled my ass, ready to get that thick piece of meat in me.
He grabbed the back of my right thigh while using his left hand to guide his tip to my hole. He glanced at me, and when I winked, he smiled as he pressed himself inside.
I sucked in air between my teeth as the width of the tip spread me apart. The deeper he rocked in, the harder my dick grew, as spikes of pain and pleasure wove together in an array of very complicated but sexy as hell feelings.
Sam was sliding inside me, joining us together as easily as two puzzle pieces, and every molecule inside me focused on him and the way he made me feel.
Alive.
Hungry.
Desperate.
Ready for release.
And most importantly, loved.
He stared down at me as though I was the best Christmas present he’d ever received, eyes wide and sparkling with an intensity that sent shockwaves through me. Is this what it meant to be cared for? I hadn’t experienced the phenomenon before now.
My thighs shook and I wrapped my arms tighter around them to hold them in place.
I studied him, taking in the gentle lines of his face, memorizing them so I could still see him when I closed my eyes.
I wanted to dream about him on my worst and best days, see him smile at me the way he was now.
He was my savior, my knight in shining but bloody armor.
He was my whole reason for being alive. I wouldn’t be breathing without him right now.
He pressed in deeper until he bottomed out, and we both groaned. I hooked my ankles over his shoulders and dragged him down for a kiss. He ate at my mouth like he was famished and I would be whatever nourishment he needed. He’d fed me and took care of me, and now it was my turn.
He buried his face against my neck, and I stroked the back of his head, tilting my chin to kiss him on the cheek.
“So good,” I whispered, voice thick with desire. “You feel so good inside me, Sam. I’m so full.”
He shuddered and made a carnal sound against the skin of my neck. He rocked his hips, and I gasped. We didn’t need words. Our bodies joined together and communicated for us.
He began to move, pulling his dick nearly all the way out before slamming back inside again.
The noise that left his throat was downright obscene, like he’d never felt anything so good in his life, and I could relate to the sensation.
My skin buzzed with overexcitement, my nerve endings on fire and burning me alive.
It had grown past the point of desperation—I needed him to move, to fuck me so deep that I’d have the shape of his dick in me for weeks.
As though he was a mind reader, he began to thrust, the rock of his hips a long roll that drove him in as far as his balls would let him.
He moved slightly uncoordinated but with natural skill, the head of his dick slamming against my prostate, and stars burst in my vision.
My fingertips tingled, and I was so close it hurt.
I was on the edge of a cliff and he was driving me over it.
I snaked my arms around his neck and hauled him in for another kiss as he continued to hammer my prostate.
He grasped my thighs, fingernails digging into my flesh and adding the extra bite of pleasure and pain that had my orgasm crashing through me.
My balls tightened and my dick jerked, jets of cum painting lines up and over our stomachs and chests. Some splashed my chin.
He groaned and licked the drop of cum that landed on my face, and I trembled through the waves of release.
He tensed and his mouth popped open to let out a low growl as warmth filled my hole.
His shoulders shook so hard that I slapped my hands on them, and he buried his face against my neck again, hips twitching as he came inside me.
He kept jerking and making strange groans, so I stroked the length of his spine as he came down from the high of his orgasm.
I shushed him quietly, kissing the skin of his shoulder and arm to help him through.
Finally, he collapsed on me.
“You alive?” I whispered.
He rumbled out a laugh and held up a hand that he wobbled from side to side. He levered himself up on his elbows, the grin on his face so wide he almost looked terrifying.
“Was it good?” I teased.
He gave me a thumbs-up, and I laughed loudly.
“Glad I got the seal of approval.” I cupped his face and kissed him gently. “Let’s do it again. And again. And again.”
He nodded enthusiastically, causing my laughter to double.
Was it possible for a serial killer to be this adorable? Yes. The answer was a huge yes.