Chapter Thirteen #3
Between my legs is throbbing, wetness soaking into my underwear. My lashes flutter, and I groan around the obstruction, exhaling through my nose.
“Sucia, pajarito… Muy sucia… Look at you…”
The door is open a crack. In my mind, I see his legs…
Through the slats in the closet door…
Standing there, standing over me… Watching.
“Mm… hambrienta, si? Hungry little putana… Swallow it down, precioso.”
I feel fingers on my face, caressing my jaw. I’m fucking dripping…
He’s so upset that I found him…
That I grew up, and now I’m here, and I’m… sucking…
“Mmff baby, that mouth. Suck me… keep sucking, I’m so close…”
“You hate me, don’t you, pajarito? You’ve hated me for so long…”
The legs are before me, the tall figure towering over, with long fingers on my face. Holding me, steadying me, wiping away my tears…
Wait. No…
I’m aching, sweating beneath my clothes, all sticky inside my pants. Chasing something that doesn’t make sense.
I don’t want that…
I want to hurt him, not…
“You’re going to get me off, pajarito…”
No, I don’t… want…
“Yes you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be here… On your knees, with your mouth open, like a wicked little slut…”
Fuck…
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come…”
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come…”
My loins are coiled up, tight scorching heat from my chest down to my thighs. I’m barely cognizant of what I’m doing, sucking ravenously and whimpering.
I don’t want him to… I’m not going to…
“Meloso… baby, pajarito, take it slow and swallow it all…”
Warm spurts decorate the back of my tongue, filling my mouth. And I have no choice but to swallow it. But I’m sucking it out…
Gulping it back, like a thirsty bitch.
Fuck… fuck fuck fuck…
Ragged sounds crawl up my throat while I swallow, mewling cries muffled by how desperately I’m devouring this… And how fiercely I’m pulsing in return.
Movement startles me out of my trance, and I pull my mouth away just in time to catch sight of someone standing outside the door.
A shadowed figure watching me.
I have to blink heavily to make sure it’s real, and not the legs I was seeing in my memories and imagination just now.
But they’re real, and when my eyes travel up the tall frame, they land on the devil.
Diablo…
Literally. The person is wearing a devil mask. Full, covering their whole head.
“Holy fuck, baby…” Jonah purrs, petting my face lazily. “That was some top-tier head. Jesus…”
I’m barely paying attention to him. I’m too busy gawking at the person in the creepy devil mask, standing stock-still, glaring at me. They’re completely unmoving. I still can’t be sure they’re not a hallucination.
I blink again while Jonah tucks himself away, swallowing and swallowing past the taste of cum on my tongue. And the stranger just stares. It’s too dark to really make out the eyes behind the mask, but they look dark…
Jonah is completely oblivious. He has his back to the door, but still. I think he’s too dazed from the orgasm fog to notice anything happening around him.
Standing up slowly, I witness the eyes following me as I rise to my feet. The mask is sort of terrifying.
But then, I’ve seen the devil up close, so nothing scares me anymore.
The devil cocks his head—the first movement since I noticed him standing there—and now I’m positive… without a shadow of doubt.
That movement…
Curiously. Like an animal. Like a predator.
“Diablo…” I whisper, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
But he’s not the only hunter in the room. Not anymore.
“You are something else, you know that?” Jonah sighs, kissing my neck while I stare at the devil, every muscle in my body bunched in wait.
Does he recognize me?
My mind is cluttered with thoughts, and yet blank. I’m calm, focused… on the small, razor-sharp blade I have hidden in my sock.
My fingers twitch. His do the same.
“I feel bad you didn’t get to come…” Jonah’s pout is audible, though I’m still not looking at him.
I’m focused on el diablo until Jonah’s fingers graze me through my pants.
Flinching, I’m startled enough by the contact to rip my gaze away from the masked man, and like a reflex, I grab his wrist to stop him from touching me.
I don’t really know why… Probably just because I might’ve leaked through my pants, and I’m embarrassed? Maybe?
I can definitely feel the flush on my face as Jonah’s post-coital grin slips away.
Shit. Calmate. Don’t be so fucking weird, Jesus…
“That’s okay. You don’t have to,” I say to Jonah, pulling my most charming and casual grin. “I got what I wanted.”
His bemused concern slips away, and he smiles. I lean in, brushing my lips over his, and he hums.
“You really are something else,” he hums between my kissing him over and over, distracting him so I can peek at the doorway again.
He’s gone…
Hijo de puta.
“I’m gonna call you Lucas Lips,” Jonah rambles on my mouth, while I just watch that empty space. Hollow behind my ribs. “‘Cause mmm… those lips, baby.”
I force a chuckle, though I’m not feeling it at all. I’m too busy panicking inside.
Did I miss my chance?
Where did he go?
Will he come back?
And was that really El Marfil…?
“Shit,” Jonah grumbles. “I gotta get back.” He pulls away with a reluctant breath. “Let me buy you a drink. It’s the least I can do.”
Fuck… No. I need to stay here. I need him to leave me alone so I can find—
“Sounds good,” I answer, thinking on the fly. “Any way I can use the bathroom back here and meet you out there? I wanna freshen up.”
I give him a look that I’m hoping conveys I have dried cum in my underwear, and I’d rather freshen up in private. Holding my breath, I await his response.
He smirks. “Aww… Poor thing. You can have whatever you want, Lips.”
My lips quirk. “Thank you kindly, Jonah…”
And I’ll call you Mr. Backstage Pass.