Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
My Little Secret
Cedrick
Ican taste him in the back of my throat—thick and salty and musky. Absolutely perfect.
I miss him already, and that’s sayin’ something—because I never miss anyone. I fuck and I move on, but there’s somethin’ about this boy that I just want to sink my teeth into and never let go…
My tongue flicks out against the sharp ends of my teeth, and I press into them, hissing as they pierce my flesh.
But when that first bead of blood wells up and sinks into my taste buds, my eyes roll back, and my head falls between my shoulders.
Cold air plumes around me, causing goosebumps to prickle down my arms. I shiver involuntarily, body rolling with the motion before I straighten and force myself to head back inside, flicking my cigarette butt to the ground.
Madison is gone.
But not for long.
“What the hell’s got you so chipper?” Wesley asks when I step into the room to get changed for the night. I can’t bite back the smirk that tweaks my lips, but I honestly don’t even try.
“Was a good night,” I drawl as I pull my shirt over my head. Graves whistles when my body comes into view, and I roll my eyes at him. It’s the same thing every single time any of us gets undressed in front of him—the fucking slut. I quirk my brow at him as I drop my pants. “Shut up, you whore.”
Graves pulls his full bottom lip in between his teeth as his eyes blatantly drag down my body. “Well—”
“Not a chance in hell,” I tell him with a smirk, before blowing him a kiss and pulling on a pair of sweatpants over my boots.
With my back turned to him, I grab a makeup wipe and go about removing the paint from my face.
It takes a few, and I have to scrub pretty hard, but eventually, I get all the white and black off my face, leaving me clad in only my white eye contacts.
I stare at myself in my reflection, blinking once, then twice.
Someone I barely recognize stares back at me. His eyes are alight with something burning beneath the surface.
Something… new.
I pull my contacts out and put them in their container, followed by my teeth, and then blinking through the dryness. I look away from myself to grab my phone, pulling up mine and Madison’s conversation again, just to taunt myself a little more, when I’m interrupted by Wesley’s loud ass antics.
“Kierra! What’re you doing back here?”
I freeze, locking my phone and shoving it in my pocket. I glance up as Kierra—our front desk girl—walks into the room, a sweatshirt hanging from her arm.
“Nothing really. Just thought I’d say goodnight and congrats to you guys before heading home.
” Her voice is loud but gentle, and it demands everyone’s attention.
We all murmur our thanks and goodbyes, and as she walks back out the door, she catches my gaze and lifts her dark brow.
I feel my throat roll with a swallow, but she turns her back and continues out without a word.
I pull in a deep breath and grab my phone once more, bringing it to my chest like I can protect Madison’s number just by holdin’ it close.
“What’s got you holding your phone like that?” Kaser asks as they saddle up next to me. I jerk out of my reverie and nearly drop my phone.
“Nothin’.”
“Nothin’?” they mock me, accent just as thick. They lift their brow, lips pursed. “Or should I be sayin’ who?”
My heart thuds heavily in my chest—and I don’t fuckin’ like it. “No,” I snap, shoving my phone in my pocket and turning away from my best friend. I can feel their eyes staring into the back of my head, but I ignore them as I gather my shit in my backpack and sling it over my shoulder.
“I’m headed home,” I mumble, not giving Kaser my eyes again.
“Mhm,” they hum, eyes still glued to me.
Their observation makes me uncomfortable, but I decide to ignore it as I walk out of the room and away from everyone because what the fuck else am I going to do?
Confront them? Tell them I broke a rule and got a client’s number from the system for my own personal use? Lose my fucking job because of it?
I don’t fuckin’ think so.
Not that I think Kaser would snitch on me. They would never.
But this… he… is my little secret. One I plan to keep all to myself.
I stare up at the darkened ceiling, at the roll of the lights across the flat surface, unable to sleep. It’s been hours, and I can’t get my little treat out of my head. He hasn’t texted me back, and I ache for him to… but also, I’m glad he didn’t.
It makes me wonder if he’s dreamin’ of me.
If my texts scared him enough to infiltrate his subconscious and now, as he lies there, his mind is filled of me and what I did to him. What I will do for him again.
I inhale deeply, eyelids fluttering closed as I practically smell Madison’s urine all over again. It was subtle, but his fear was not. He was absolutely trembling with it, but he endured it all so beautifully.
I’ve never seen someone last so long, tolerate so much, and for what?
He could’ve used his safe word. So many people would have, but he didn’t.
And I want to know why.
I need to…
My phone buzzes where it lies on my nightstand, illuminating the already-lit ceiling a bit more.
My heart shoots into my throat as I roll to the side and scoop it up, but when I tap the screen and see it’s only a text from Kaser telling me they’re on their way home from a hook up, I feel my stomach drop.
I rub the ache in my chest as I open my thread with Madison. I scroll to the top—to the picture of me I sent him—and I grin. It’s a creepy fuckin’ picture. And I know it scared the hell out of him. I think I look odd without my collar, but thinkin’ about him keeping it… wearin’ it…
I can’t stifle the groan that escapes me as I reach down into the waistband of my sweatpants and palm my twitching cock. All I’ve got are memories, but they’re as fuckin’ fresh as the taste of his piss and cum on my tongue.
I let my eyes roll back as I shove my pants down and spread my legs wider, stretching the band of my sweatpants tight around my upper thighs. My cock springs free of its confines, and I nearly groan in relief at the wave of fresh, humid air skittering over my body.
A fresh wave of goosebumps breaks out over my skin, and I relish in the burn as I slowly start to stoke myself to the memories of my sweet little treat’s whimpers. His soft cries. His pathetic little mewls.
“Jesus fuck,” I grunt, tightening my fist around my girth at the base, stifling the rapid approach of my orgasm. I blink open my eyes as I lie there and stare up at the ceiling, cock throbbing against my stomach. There’s something about him that really does it for me.
And I’m gonna find out what it is.
But for now, I slowly start stroking myself all over again, breathing in the heavy, humid air that surrounds me as I slowly work myself up again, but it doesn’t take long to get right back on the precipice.
To taste the edge that’s so close. I stop again with another heaving breath, feeling my skin tingle and buzz and relishing in it.
I push my tongue out between my lips, wetting them and imagining it’s his. Shy and hesitant, trembling with fear as it probes against my mouth, searching for something unknown but desperately needed.
Because he needs it.
Needs me.
He just doesn’t know it yet.
My eyes roll back as I tighten my hand around my shaft on the upstroke.
I rub my thumb just under my head, then drag it up to my slit and back down, smearing the precum I’m oozing.
It’s with that newfound wetness that I let myself fall right the fuck over to the sound of Madison’s screams ringing in my ears.
By the time my cock is done spurting and I’m lying spent on my bed, covered in cum that nearly reaches my chin, I finally notice that my bedroom door is open. I slowly flick my gaze over to Kaser, who’s leaning against the doorjamb with their arms crossed over their chest, eyes half-lidded.
“Yes?” I croak, voice hoarse for some reason.
“You were being loud,” is all they say, like that explains why they opened my door. Not that I care, really. It’s not the first time and certainly won’t be the last.
Kaser is the first person I experimented with. We learned everything with each other, and I feel no shame with them watching me, but it has been quite a while since they’ve initiated something.
I thought that road was gone between us.
“I thought you just got back from a hook up,” I say, still catching my breath. I push up on my elbows, but I’m unaware of the cum still gleaming across my chest until Kaser’s eyes drop to it. I smirk. “Like what you see?”
“You know I do.” They run their tongue along the fronts of their teeth before stepping into the room. They leave the door wide open because it’s just us here.
It’s only ever been us.
“Whoever they were didn’t satisfy you, did they, Kase?”
“They usually don’t, Ricky.” They also use their nickname for me, and it has my blood running hot all over again, but I know my dick won’t get hard for at least another ten minutes. But that doesn’t mean I can’t satiate them in the meantime.
I lift a brow. “Why don’t you come clean this mess off me then?” I gesture toward my chest with my chin and follow their eyes to the mess. Kaser licks their lips, and I know I’ve got them. “That’s right, baby. You know you wanna eat it.”
“It’s been a long time,” they rasp, and their words nearly get lost in the darkness that shrouds us, but I don’t let it.
I can’t.
Because through it all, it’s always been us.
I reach up and rub my hand over their shaved head. They dip down and drop their face next to mine. Their stubble rubs against mine, and I groan at the roughness as I drag my tongue across their cheek.
“Take what you need, Kase. I’m here,” I tell them as their breaths deepen in the hollow of my neck.
They inhale shakily, and then, their tongue dips out to lap up the sweat that’s trickling down.
I toss my head back with a groan, relishing in the sensation of a hot, wet mouth on my body—even if it’s not the one I want.
Kaser’s breaths intensify the further down my body they get, their tongue lapping and slurping my cum greedily. Their lips suction around my nipple, and my back arches at the sharp sensation of teeth sinking into my flesh.
“Fuck,” I hiss, and they hum contentedly. “Fuckin’ brat,” I murmur as I run my hands over their head.
“Mhm,” they say, running the flat of their tongue over the ridges of my abs, scooping up the last of my cum. They lean back and let it drip from their mouth in an obscene display that makes my dick twitch.
“Jesus, Kase.” I reach forward and rub my thumb along their tongue before pushing it back into their mouth. They roll the muscle around my digit and hum as they suck.
Pushing them onto their back, I caress the back of their head while they’re sucking on my thumb, and with my other hand, I shove it in the front of their sweatpants to wrap my fingers around their throbbing cock.
Kase mewls against me, and fuck, I forgot how fuckin’ soft they get like this.
It’s a nice distraction.
I squeeze my eyes shut at the assault of my little treat, but I can’t stop the influx of images ravaging me.
His soft cries, his pleading words.
Pathetic little mewls and desperate moans of pain.
Tears of undiluted fear streaming down his sweat-slick skin. Their salty essence on my tongue.
“Oh! Sh-shit—” Kaser pants heavily into the side of my neck, hips jerking as their release nears. I feel their cock spasming in my grip, so I tighten my hold and smooth my thumb over the head, smearing the oozing precum, which is what sets them off.
Cum fills my palm, soaking my arm, and covering me with warmth.
Kase breathes heavily into me, lips pressed against my flesh as they pant.
I turn my head to the side to catch my own breath, feeling something akin to shame while also being exhilarated because I just made my best friend come while thinking of someone else.