Chapter 10 #3
I see him lift one hand off the floor out of the corner of my eye, and don’t stop him when he threads his fingers in my hair.
I’m expecting him to try and force me to go faster or take more of him, but he just holds on, like he needs that extra point of contact.
I lift my eyes to his, and my entire body seems to pulse with dark desire when our eyes lock. His cheeks are flushed pink, his eyes are wild and shining with lust, and the wrecked look on his face is almost my undoing.
He wants this. And he wants me.
A single word echoes in my mind as I finally take all of him and swallow around his cockhead; mine.
“Oh god, fuck. That’s so…god, Jace, fuck, oh fuck,” he whispers, and each lust-drenched word only fuels my desire to make him come so he remembers whose mouth made him feel this good.
And who he belongs to.
His hand in my hair tightens, and I let him guide me in a slightly faster rhythm but keep my grip on his hips to stop him from pushing up into my mouth.
I want him to enjoy this, but that doesn’t mean I’m about to let him forget who’s in charge.
“Oh god,” he says on a gasp. “I’m…”
His dick pulses in my mouth, and I quickly pull off him.
He makes loud noises of protest and tries to use his grip on my hair to pull me back down to finish the job, but I ignore him and shift so I’m not straddling his legs and lift them by his thighs.
“What the fuck?” he splutters as I push his legs back so he’s sort of folded in half with his knees against his chest, his jeans still pinning his legs together where they sit around his upper thighs.
This position exposes his ass, and I reach into my pocket and pull out my silver butterfly knife when he tries to get away from me. I don’t open it, but I don’t need to in order to get my point across.
Shane’s eyes widen when he sees it, and he stops trying to wiggle free.
“Hold your legs up.”
His eyes flick between my face and my knife.
“Hold them, now.”
Slowly, he wraps his arms around his thighs and holds them against his chest.
“You have two choices.” I lower the closed knife to the back of his thigh and gently drag the metal handle over the denim of his jeans. “We can do this the easy way.”
His breathing hitches, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed, as I trace the edge of the handle over the exposed skin of his ass.
“Or you can pick the hard way.” Slipping the handle between his full ass cheeks, I run the smooth edge up his crease and over his hole.
He jerks like I just electrocuted him, but the way his hole flutters and his breathing picks up tells me he’s as into this as I am.
“So which is it?” I gently circle his hole with it, then hold the bottom corner against his opening. “Easy, or hard?”
He stares up at me with wide eyes, and the look in them is an intoxicating mix of fear and desire that’s somehow even more satisfying than if I were balls deep in him.
“Let’s try this one more time.” I pull the knife away and lean down. “Easy.” I lick my tongue over his hole, then gently dip just the tip inside him.
He jerks and cries out as he instinctively tries to push back against my mouth.
“Or hard.” I drag my lips over the exposed skin of his thigh as I touch the end of the handle against him again and press just hard enough that the edge of it dips inside him.
He jerks again, but his groan is loud and unrestrained, and I can’t help chuckling at how into this he is. I thought I was the only one who got off on this kind of play, but it would seem Shane does too.
I’ve always been into some fucked-up stuff, but I’ve never had a chance to indulge in any of my more extreme desires thanks to the people I’ve been surrounded with my entire life.
I know fear and anger shouldn’t get me hot, and the threat of violence shouldn’t be an aphrodisiac. But they do, and it is. I’ve also always known I have a thing for exerting power and control over my partner, but I never imagined it could be this incredible to have someone at my mercy like this.
No, not someone. Shane.
This wouldn’t be nearly as hot with anyone else, and the fact that he matches my kinks and gets off on the same fucked up stuff I do is the only reason I’m able to give in to them and go full mask off with him.
“So which is it going to be?” I ask, sitting back up so I can watch his expression. “Easy, or hard?” Lifting the knife, I flip it open and hold it loosely in my hand.
He gasps, but doesn’t otherwise move.
I do a quick spinning combo with the knife. “Remember what I said. Either ask nicely, or beg for it.”
His mouth opens like he’s trying to answer me, but all that comes out is a soft puff of air.
“Or maybe you want both.” I spin the knife again. “Is that what you want?”
He flicks his gaze between my face and the knife a few times, and the heat under his fear is almost palpable.
“Both,” he whispers.
“And what do you say?”
“Please.”
I flip the knife around so the blade is pointed at me and press the end of one of the handles against his hole. “Good answer.”
His eyes roll back as I push it just hard enough to breach him, then lean back down so I can tongue his balls and taint. I don’t move the knife at all and just hold it in place while I tease him.
He stays still for a few seconds, then lets out a low moan and shamelessly rocks back against it.
Chuckling against his skin, I slip the handle a little deeper inside him, then trace my tongue around his stretched skin.
His breaths come out in rapid staccato bursts as his entire body shakes.
Not being able to see what I’m doing is probably cranking things up to a thousand for him, and I pull the handle of my knife out of him and replace it with my tongue.
As much as I’d love to fuck him with it, I want to get my mouth on him more.
He cries out, his entire body rocking in time with my tongue as I thrust it inside him, pushing as deep as I can get at this angle.
He’s almost delirious now, and I don’t stop him when he lets go of his legs and moves them enough that he can grip his cock.
I let him stroke himself a few times, then pull my tongue out of his ass and spit on his hole.
He stops stroking as I sit back on my heel and suck my finger into my mouth, and his hopeful but still nervous expression is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
Still keeping eye contact with him, I push my finger against him until I pop through his outer ring of muscles.
His mouth falls open in a silent cry, and I gently work my way deeper until I can stroke the pad of my finger over his prostate.
He lets out a loud cry and arches into my touch.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask as I tease his spot.
He doesn’t answer, but the way he rocks his hips to try and force me to go faster says he’s a fan.
Wanting more, I pull my finger out of him.
He makes a sound of protest, but it dies on his lips when I yank his pants and underwear down so they’re around his knees and move his legs so his feet are on the floor with his knees bent.
It’s not the best angle, and it would be easier if I took his pants all the way off, but this’ll work for what I’m planning.
Shane’s chest rises and falls with each shallow breath as I move so I’m beside him, and his cry is like music to my ears when I swallow his cock and bring him all the way to the back of my throat.
Holding him there, I slip my hand under his thighs. He jerks as I touch my finger against his taint and moans for me when I gently press it back inside him.
Working in tandem, I move over him at a fast clip, sucking hard as I rub his prostate.
“Fuck, yes. Please, so good. More, fuck,” he babbles and threads his hands in my hair so he can keep the long strands out of my face.
“Fuck, Jace, I’m gonna…”
His voice trails off, and a second later, his ass squeezes tight around my finger as he jerks and comes hard, his release filling my mouth as he lets out a long, throaty groan.
I swallow him down and keep teasing his spot until he’s a boneless puddle on the floor.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters, his dazed eyes meeting mine.
Moving with far less coordination than usual, I straddle his chest and tear open my pants.
He watches with glassy eyes as I fish out my dick and stroke it furiously.
Having Shane under me like this, spent and dazed from the orgasm I gave him, is way hotter than it has any business being, and I’m so hard my dick actually aches.
“Open your mouth,” I practically growl as my entire body tenses and my orgasm hovers just out of reach.
Shane slowly opens his mouth, and his obedience pushes me even closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” I rasp, still furiously working my dick. “Show me how much you want my load.”
Something flickers in Shane’s eyes, and a hint of a smile ghosts over his lips as he lifts his head and closes his mouth around my tip.
I’m so taken aback by the move that my rhythm falters.
More life comes back to Shane’s eyes, and he sucks harder, drawing even more of me into his mouth as he traces his tongue over my cockhead.
The challenging look in his eyes is what finally pushes me over, and I don’t just hit my orgasm, I crash into it with all the speed and strength of a wrecking ball.
Shane sticks with it and swallows everything I give him and doesn’t pull off until I’ve finally stopped shooting.
I fall back on his chest, my head spinning, and my body tingling deliciously.
Shane looks up at me and drags his tongue over his lips. “You taste good.”
Letting out a weird laugh that’s more of a release of energy than because anything’s funny, I climb off him and tuck my dick back into my pants. Then I search out my knife and slip it in my pocket.
He sits up and puts himself away, but looks everywhere but at me while we stand and do our pants back up.
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out a flash drive and hold it out to him.
“What’s that?” he asks, eyeing it warily.
“Take it and find out.”
He looks like he wants to tell me to go fuck myself, but takes it from me.
“Good talk.” I give him a little wink and run one hand through my hair to make myself look a little more presentable. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
He doesn’t say a word as I slip out of his room, and I’m smiling as I close the door behind me and head down the empty hall.
I’m almost at the stairwell when my phone vibrates with a text.
Xave: was busy
Xave: be there in 20
Jace: k
Tucking my phone away, I take the stairs two at a time.
I didn’t have any of what just happened between us on my bingo card for the night, but I’m not mad about any of it as I head up to my room to wait for Xave to show up.