Chapter 4 Sam
SAM
Pressing my palm to Jesse’s lower back, I shoved him deeper into the mattress and was rewarded with a guttural moan. The mask’s LEDs blinked, lighting up my hands in staccato washes of red and blue as I dug into his hips and drove in until my balls slapped against his ass.
“Don’t stop.” Jesse clawed at the sheets above his handcuffed wrists every time I snapped my hips forward. “Don’t stop,” he repeated, voice pitching higher. “Take my ass, you masked maniac!”
We both went still, and I caught Jesse’s lips rolling inward as his shoulders shook.
My reaction was similar. Probably the only thing that kept me from fully cracking was the vice grip of his hole around my dick.
“That was maybe a little overboard,” he said in a strained whisper.
“Goddammit. Seriously, though. Don’t stop. ”
I leaned down, bracing one hand on the mattress beside his head, so close I could taste every pant and curse he breathed out. “Say it again.”
Jesse arched up, thrusting his ass against me. “Don’t stop.” The words were a sharp order as he brought his heels up, trying to force me deeper. “Fucking ruin me, you psychopath.”
And we were back. Him, me, and the ridiculous scene I was gonna be thinking about for the next… forever, honestly.
I locked an arm around Jesse’s waist and went for broke. No more holding back.
My hips jerked as if someone had fired off a starter pistol, and my world whittled down to just heat, skin, and the frantic grind of my cock in and out of Jesse.
Jesse did something with his hips, some swivel-tug motion like he was trying to wring me dry.
He was back to clawing at the sheets, too, and spilling curses like he couldn’t get enough.
It took me two seconds to manhandle him onto his back.
Two seconds during which Jesse quickly intuited what I wanted.
He opened his mouth wide, tongue out, as I levered myself above him and jacked myself furiously.
I came so hard my vision went spotty, thick white ribbons of cum shooting all over his ski mask.
When I rubbed the head of my dick across his mask, he chased it, lapping at the mess like a glutton.
I let go of my cock and caught myself with both hands on either side of his head, watching cum trek down his cheeks. The black of the ski mask looked obscene, splattered as it was. Jesse stared up at me, trying to catch his breath.
“Not done with you yet.” I swiped my hand through the spunk on his mask and then pulled back, settling lower on his thighs and shoving the ruins of his sweatpants aside.
His cock jutted up, livid and soaked. If ever a dick looked like it needed a release, it was his.
And I was about to give it to him. His thighs flexed hard beneath me, and he whimpered as I wrapped a hand around his cock while pressing the other against his ribcage. “Want one more thing from you.”
Jesse twisted like he was trying to levitate off the bed, crying out on the first stroke. He was so sensitive I didn’t have to do much more than twist my fist around the slick head and stroke him fast and furious.
“Oh my god, holy shit, fuck, fuck, please,” came all strung together.
His cock jerked against my palm a second before his back arched violently and he let go, striping his abs as he convulsed.
I watched his brain fry in real time, and it was hot as fuck.
Slowing my pace, I milked him through the comedown, taking every last drop I could.
I really wanted to collapse right then, yank off my mask, and lie beside him, but there was one more thing to do.
Once I could breathe again, I slipped from the bed, leaving him like a human shipwreck among the sheets while I buttoned myself up.
“Next time, lock your fucking window,” I snarled, then hitched one shoulder. “Or don’t and see what happens.”
I’d retraced my path to the window when Jesse called out, “Hey, Psycho, what about these cuffs?”
Fuck me. I did some quick thinking. “Guess you’ll have to figure that out for yourself.”
With that, I made my nefarious exit. This time without stumbling.
Outside the window, I waited ten seconds, then opened it again and tumbled back inside.
“You were supposed to take the cuffs off, Sam,” Jesse whined, though he had a smile on his lips.
I tore off the mask, sucking in lungfuls of crisp air. Felt like I’d been breathing mostly CO2 before that. Jesus. I shook my head to clear it. “I know, but I couldn’t remember where the key was.”
“What?!” Jesse rolled upright, stricken. “Is it lost?”
I started patting down my pockets. “I don’t think so, no. I’m just saying at the time I couldn’t remember where it was, and I figured after all that fucking it’d be pretty unsexy to have the cameras capture me patting my pockets down like a dumbass.”
Jesse collapsed backward with laughter that I shortly joined him in.
I flung myself onto the bed next to him, key in hand so I could unlock the cuffs.
It’d been in the right side cargo pocket.
“Fuck, okay. That was a good call. That would’ve been on par with pausing to put reading glasses on before fingering me. ”
I rubbed over his wrists where the cuffs had been, double-checking I hadn’t cut off his blood supply. “Or pausing to stretch mid-thrust.”
We died all over again, laughing until our stomachs hurt and I had to clutch mine because it legit felt like my guts were trying to burst through my abs.
When the laughter died down, I curled on my side facing Jesse, fingering the tatters of his sweats.
“I didn’t know these were your favorites.
I’m sorry. I promise I’ll replace them. I don’t care what the brand is or where you got them or how much they cost. I’ll hunt down exactly the same ones and get them for you. ”
Jesse’s eyes did a funny wobbly thing, then a soft smile quirked his lips. “That’s really sweet. But you don’t have to. I consider it collateral damage, you know? Or something like that. It was for a good cause. A worthy-as-fuck cause. I enjoyed myself.”
I peered at him closely, watching for more of those minute tells, the subtle ones that lived in small flinches or micro movements of muscle.
“You did?” I really hoped he was telling the truth, because I’d enjoyed myself, too.
Not just because the sex had been hot as hell, but because there was something about being around Jesse that put me at ease, even in the most ridiculous circumstances.
He nodded, open and earnest. “Hell yeah. It was super hot. You make a great masked villain.”
“It wasn’t too much, or too rough or too, um, mean or anything?”
He chuckled, and fiddled with a strand of my hair. “No. Seriously, it was perfect. I had no idea you were capable of talking like that.”
“Me either.”
He sucked on his lower lip, thinking. “I liked it a lot. Did you?”
“Fuck yeah. It felt weird at first, but once I got into it…” I made a noise that wasn’t quite a growl and also wasn’t a word, yet somehow perfectly encompassed the experience.
“Maybe we could do something along those lines again sometime?” Jesse waggled his brows.
“Sold.”
“Go on. Tell me,” Jesse said.
We’d gotten cleaned up, put away the cameras after making sure we’d captured the entire event, and then it was time to get ready for the party. I still didn’t know what the fuck to wear for a costume, though.
I considered for a moment, then decided that, given everything that had just gone down, the odds were in favor of Jesse not making fun of me. I still felt like a sappy dork, though. “I was thinking about going as Damien or maybe Landon from—”
“For real? You read the series?” A big grin formed on his face.
I definitely needed to temper his expectations here.
“I haven’t read the series.” It was a well-intentioned lie because I’d only read the first couple of books so far after checking them out of the university’s library, and I didn’t want him to know until I finished the series.
Also, if I absolutely hated it, I planned to just pretend I hadn’t read them.
“But I jumped around your copy for a while and they seemed like cool characters. Then I decided it was, uh, I dunno. Maybe a little out of my wheelhouse.” AKA way too obvious.
“So I think I’m just going to default to football player instead, as usual.
It’s easy.” And completely devoid of creativity, but whatever. “Plus, probably no one will get it.”
“But I would. And I’d love it.” Jesse paused with a frown. “Not that you should do it just for me, or anything, of course. I’m just saying I think it’d be a great costume and I would know who you were supposed to be is all.”
Goddamn, he was adorable. I made fists of my hands to keep myself from placing them on either side of his face and kissing him.
There’d been a lot of blurry lines between us lately and I really didn’t want to overstep.
I mean, I did. But I didn’t want to make Jesse uncomfortable since we were just supposed to be a business arrangement.
Jesse nudged me. “Do you have everything you’d need, costume-wise?”
“The basics, yeah.”
“Can I see it?”
“I’m missing some of the fine details, like that weird necklace they wear.”
“It’s a pendant, but I get what you mean.” Jesse swatted my thigh and urged me toward my room. “Go on. I’ll show you yours if you show me mine.”
I blinked at him. “I think it’s supposed to be the other way around?”
He blinked rapidly back at me, then lightly smacked his forehead. “Oh my god. I think I’m still sex-addled. Though—” he looked me up and down, “I bet you would absolutely kill in my costume.” He stared at me longer, and I wondered if he really was sex-addled. “Fuck, okay, listen. I’ve got an idea—”