Chapter Seven #3
“What the—” The sound of his gasp stiffened my spine, causing me to jump.
He’d spotted me. Fuck , he was looking right fucking at me . Eyes wide with shock and fear.
My heart leapt up into my throat, the brain-fog lifting fast as my thoughts raced frantically for action.
God, what do I do… Run away? Hide? Storm in there and attack him?
In theory, that had been my plan—more or less—but now that it was actually happening , I was horrified.
Before I could panic any further, though, Michelangelo propped himself up on his elbows, his features having smoothed out a bit.
“What are you… d-doing here?” He stuttered with obvious uncertainty. And yet, he made no moves to escape the stranger who’d broken into his home. He did nothing to cover himself up or hide the graphic gay porn playing on the TV.
He just stared at me, face flushed, erection resting on his abs.
I said nothing. How could I? What would I even say??
The humility of the situation had me sweating beneath my clothes.
The fact that I was standing there, as a straight man , peeking into the bedroom of another man who was naked and giving me some strange look I couldn’t read…
It made me dizzy. I felt like I might pass out, my heart was hammering so fast.
I forced my feet to step back, but he called out softly, “Wait…”
It stopped me once more, dead in my tracks. Woozy and trembling, I stared at him, and he at me. With our eyes locked, I wondered if he knew it was me…
Ghost Rider.
“You should… stay.” Michelangelo reclined, gazing up at me from the bed. His fingers skimmed back down the length of his body in a teasing manner. Slowly… taunting .
My stomach rolled in confusion.
Stay? A masked stranger breaks into his house, and he wanted him to… stay??
“Why…?” I growled, my voice low and grungy, disguised by the tension in my chest.
“What if I tell someone you were here?” His fingers continued to brush his skin, purposely moving around his erection.
“My father’s a very important man… I’m sure he’d stop at nothing to find out who broke into his home and harassed his son.
” He cocked his head. “It’s in your best interest to make sure I keep quiet. ”
There was no more oxygen in the room. Everything around me felt hot and muggy with temptation. I couldn’t remember where I was, who I was, what I was doing… It had all gone blank.
I was just gazing, transfixed. As if I’d inadvertently opened the door to Eden. And the serpent was right there with a shiny red apple, offering me a bite.
I wasn’t gay, or bi. I’d never considered the notion, because even considering it frightened me. I was already such a disappointment to my father… I could only imagine how much more he’d hate me if I started dating dudes.
No, I couldn’t be queer. That wasn’t… what this was.
My obsessive interest in Michelangelo wasn’t about wanting him. At least… I didn’t think it was. In that moment, I couldn’t remember why I was there.
All I knew was that I was vibrating. I couldn’t think of a time when I’d felt this… Blood pumping, skin burning with illicit desire. He made that happen.
He could see… In the shadows, he fucking saw me .
Michelangelo bit his lip, eyelids drooping as he slowly wrapped his fist around his thick shaft, working back up to a slow stroke.
The sight of him, writhing in his bed, touching himself and goading me with it, brought on even headier sensations.
A jolt between my legs, suffocation in my chest and tingles raining in the pit of my stomach.
It made me angry.
“Stop doing that,” I barked at him quietly, praying he wouldn’t catch the tremor in my voice.
“Make me,” he whispered. It sounded like a hoarse plea.
I pushed into the room, stalking over to his bed. “I said stop,” I snarled, and he peeked up at me. “Or I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”
His eyes rolled back, and he arched up to me, dick leaking onto his abs. “Oh, fuck yea,” he moaned softly, squirming in his palpable state of arousal.
I blinked down at him, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
He likes this…?
The notion had me dropping my knees onto the bed. I hovered over him, grabbing him by the throat. “This is your secret, isn’t it?”
His lashes fluttered over a lust-drunk gaze, aimed right at me. Cheeks blushed pink, lips shivering, pupils blown out… I swear to God, he looked mesmerized , mesmerizing me in return.
“No one knows… not even Daddy… that the prince of New York is just a needy little slut.”
“Mmf… please …” he mewled.
“Please what?”
“Don’t… hurt me.” The deep blue in his eyes glimmered at me, and I was fucking gone.
His hands reached up to my waist, holding on to me before the fingers on his right hand crept between my legs. It wasn’t until he cupped my cock that I realized how fucking hard I was.
Growling, I grabbed his hands fast, pinning them above his head. All rational thinking had gone out the window.
This is how I hurt him.
“You’re not gonna say a word about this, got it?” I held his wrists down with one hand while the other scrambled down, hastily, to open my zipper.
My hands were shaking, chest heaving. I was jittery and a little scared… Actually, I was terrified. But I was hard, so fucking hard I was aching. I knew it meant something I’d never let myself deal with, but I was too unleashed to care.
“ Fuck , give me a reason not to…” he whined gruffly, spreading his legs beneath me.
It was so sexy, I felt precum wetting my boxers.
God, what am I doing…?
I got my dick out of my pants, and he groaned, lifting his hips up to mine, like he wanted to feel my cock on his. But I was just out of reach.
Dipping my hips, I dragged my hot, heavy erection up his chest, brushing his warm flesh with my slippery wet head. Part of me wanted to spread him open and fuck him in half… But that need was scary as shit. I’d never felt it before… The desire to sink into a man. It was making it hard to breathe.
So instead, I knelt over him, holding him down forcefully with my body weight. “I have a way of keeping you quiet,” I purred, and he swallowed visibly, nervous, but not enough to stop him from parting his lips.
He was scared. But he liked it. It was a goddamn revelation .
Without another moment of thought, I shoved my cock down Michelangelo Russo’s throat. I fucked his face deep while he choked and cried, and for a moment, I wondered if I really was assaulting him… But then he came all over himself, hands-free. From nothing more than me riding his gag-reflex.
It split me down the middle. I came like a roar of thunder, fisting his dark hair, holding him in place so he had no choice but to swallow my every aching drop.
And when I finally returned from outer space and pulled out of his mouth, he curled up with a satisfied hum.
“Feel free to break in again… Ghost Rider.”