Chapter 2 #2
His gaze remained warily on me as I plucked a bit of fuzz from around his mouth. If I had a dollar for every time I got off to the thought of Jesse’s mouth wrapped around my dick, I could’ve bought him an entire collector’s set of Thrice Bound by Oath by now.
“Is this, like, your kink or something?” he asked, and I tried for a casual shrug. “Sneak into homes like a… a… hot glowy scarecrow and have your way with college boys?”
Fuck. A tremor of suppressed laughter racked my shoulders. I had no idea how he was keeping his shit together so well.
“How about you leave the questions to me?” I managed gruffly, then rested back on my haunches, easing my weight off him while simultaneously hooking my arms under his and pulling him upright to his knees.
“Now there’s one more thing.” I rested the point of my chin on his shoulder and brought his wrists around to his front.
They were so much smaller than mine that I could hold them both in one hand as I fished a pair of cuffs out of one of the cargo pockets in my pants.
“Gotta make sure you don’t try anything stupid, so you’re gonna be wearing these for a while. ”
“Is that really necessary?” The question came out in little bursts of air, and when I looked down, I got the answer to the other question I’d been wondering about earlier.
Jesse’s dick tented the thin fabric, obscene and mouthwatering and so fucking sexy I momentarily forgot what I was supposed to do next.
Right. Cuffs. “Yes.” I popped the cuffs open and clicked them around his wrists, tight but not enough to cut off his blood supply. Then I took another moment to appreciate how they looked on him. Chrome against pale skin, the bones of his wrists so delicate compared to mine.
Leaning in close, I made sure the camera got a full shot of his masked face, then worked my way off the bed, pulling Jesse after me until we were positioned with me standing on the floor just at the edge and Jesse on his knees in front of me on top of the mattress.
“Ever sucked cock before?” I asked.
“No.” He shook his head vehemently and then nodded just as aggressively.
“I mean, I have once. On accident.” The corners of his mouth twitched up as he blinked at me coyly, amusement thick in his tone.
A laugh broke loose in my chest that I barely made sound like a cough.
He and I both knew that mouth could drain my balls in under two minutes if he wanted to.
“Take my cock out,” I demanded, settling back into the scene and losing myself in it as the words left me.
I’d never spoken to Jesse like this before. Not this harsh, not this commanding. It wasn’t really my vibe at all. I was more of a praise guy, but fuck, I was seeing the appeal in being a little rougher, too.
“Okay.” Jesse’s breath stuttered, then he fumbled with my waistband, his movements shaky and uncertain like his fine motor skills had taken a hit from the adrenaline. It was so un-Jesse-like that it thrilled me. For once, I’d actually short-circuited his brain.
He finally popped the button on my fly, and my zipper practically slingshotted itself down, my cock springing out like it’d been dying for air this entire time.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispered so reverently that for a moment I almost thought it was real.
I half expected him to jokingly ask if my rod came with instructions like he had in one of our last scenes. We’d both cracked up that time and had to start over. This time he just licked his lips and gazed up at me, a version of naked hunger in his eyes I’d never seen.
I kicked my chin at my stiff cock, struggling to form words. “Stroke it.”
Jesse let out another one of those little whimpers that hit me like a lightning bolt of lust, then nodded, wrapping both hands around my girth.
I braced a hand on his shoulder to keep from going full buck-wild the second his hot palms glided up my shaft.
The tentative way he did it made me think of the first time he ever touched me during a scene in our shared bathroom, and I sucked in a hissing breath at the warmth and tightness that brought a sudden pulse of pressure.
Remembering myself, I grabbed the camera out of my back pocket and filmed him as he stroked me.
The chill of the metal cuffs tapped against my shaft and the base of my dick as he got a rhythm going, then glanced up at me through the eyeholes of the mask like he was checking to make sure he was doing a good job.
“Good,” I growled low. “Keep going.”
He did, which was impressive considering the cuffs and his compromised position, and also the fact that my dick wasn’t exactly playing nice.
It kept jerking in his hands and had started leaking all over the place.
It felt so goddamn electric being touched by him.
I let my head tip back for a second, soaking it up, but the view was so good I had to look back down at Jesse kneeling between my thighs, feverishly working me over.
His eyes narrowed in concentration as he pumped me, the black mask adding some kind of off-kilter mystique to it all.
It exaggerated everything. Made his eyes seem larger, gave his plump mouth premium billing.
God, if ever a mouth deserved a billboard in Times Square for sucking dick, Jesse’s lips would grace it.
Tilting the camera in one hand and gripping Jesse’s jaw with the other, my thumb worked the edge of his mask, pulling it down a little more to frame his mouth perfectly.
Jesse had made a list of important shots to capture, and this was one of them.
Once again, he was spot-fucking-on. The visual was crazy hot.
So much so that my voice came out strained when I said, “Now put it in your mouth.”
Jesse tipped forward to comply immediately, forgetting to hesitate like he was supposed to, before catching himself. I’d have chuckled if I wasn’t concentrating so hard on not coming all over his mask.
He paused just shy of my tip, fingers still a warm vice on my shaft, and looked up at me, eyes all imploring innocence.
“Go on,” I urged him.
His breath ghosted over my skin, a prelude to the lips that enveloped the head of my cock. Pleasure exploded hot around my tip.
There was a lot happening at the moment.
The ski mask, the cuffs, the intense eye contact that felt somehow different from other scenes we’d shared.
But what shorted my brain out the most was the way his tongue flexed just so, tracing the ridge of my crown simply because he knew it would make me groan.
And I did. So loud and long and helpless that I caught a brief twitch of what I knew would’ve been a self-satisfied smile in any other situation.
He wasn’t subtle at all, sucking me like he was showing off for some imaginary judge panel in his head.
I was pretty sure the way my breath went ragged told him he was earning a perfect score.
A humming sound rumbled up from his chest, too, vibrating through my cock and balls first, then my entire skeletal system.
Watching my dick slide spit-wet and glossy in and out of his masked mouth was like having a front-row seat for the sexiest porn I’d ever watched. I palmed the back of his skull, half guiding him, half just holding on for my own safety reasons.
I was about two seconds shy of melting down, so I glanced at the closest camera to make sure it was getting everything—especially my dick being worshipped with Oscar-award-worthy dedication to the role.
One more hard suck, and I pulled Jesse off abruptly by the back of his neck. “Enough. I wanna see the rest of you now,” I growled.
Jesse made a noise that threatened the last dregs of self-control I was so desperately trying to hang onto. “The rest of me?”
I nodded, pressing my palms to his shoulders and urging him backward until he collapsed onto the mattress, cuffed wrists jangling at his waist. His dick strained against his sweatpants like pure temptation.
I wanted him so badly at that moment. “On your stomach. Hands above your head.”
“Oh my god,” Jesse panted as he flipped onto his stomach, hands above his head like I had asked.
He wriggled his ass, more showy than necessary, and craned a look back at me, a little smirk on his lips that faded as I settled on his calves and ran a palm up the length of his hamstrings to the round cheeks of his ass.
I palmed and squeezed the firm muscle there.
Hopefully, he would never stop going to hot yoga, even if I had to go with him and sweat out 75 percent of my body’s water content.
I ran a finger down the middle seam of his sweats, feeling him clench up the lower I got. “Anyone ever had this ass?” I asked, pressing my thumb right against his hole. Heat seeped through the fabric, kissing my skin as he exhaled a curse.
“No,” he lied, like I hadn’t been balls deep in him last week, losing my mind as he clenched around me.
“Good. Then I get to ruin you first.”
“Oh shit,” he moaned and pushed back against my thumb. “Just… just be gentle.”
I laughed darkly and went off script once more, grabbing either side of that center seam and pulling until the fabric ripped to his waistband, exposing his bare ass to me, framed by his torn sweats.
Jesse yelped in surprise. “Hey! Those are my favorite sweats.”
Shit.
“Too bad,” I snapped, but I legit felt bad. Still, he had told me alpha asshole, so alpha asshole was what he was going to get. Mostly.
Jesse tried to close his legs, but I wedged my kneecap between his thighs and levered them wide so I could get full VIP access. What a fucking view.
I didn’t have to fake heavy breathing anymore. I was panting like the first time he’d filmed me. I palmed his cheeks apart and swept my thumb right over his naked hole. It throbbed under my touch, and the shiver that ran through him transmitted straight to my cock.
Sliding my hands under his hips, I yanked him back and propped him up, ass in the air, then went for it. Burying my face between his cheeks, I laved my tongue over his hole, working him open.
Jesse gave me a full-on porn moan in response that stretched out as I pinned his thighs wide and licked him again, savoring the way he wriggled in my hands and tried to muffle his cries in the sheets.