Chapter 6 #2
Skylar is panting; harsh, deep breaths in between desperate little whimpers.
His thick cock is thrusting against me. Making me wish there wasn’t any clothing between us.
Slowly, I pop the button of his pants open and drag the zipper down.
His brown eyes meet mine, hooded and soft.
Skylar King is no longer wrath personified.
He’s something much more dangerous and tempting.
He’s my perfect little image of submission and trust.
Fuck. I need him like this every night. For the rest of my life. I shake the impossible image away and climb off his body. I pull out my phone and take a photo.
“What the hell are you doing?” His words are soft.
“Remembering you like this. With my mark.” Capturing this beautiful moment in time. A pretty lie that could never be true.
“You asshole,” he whispers softly, making my chest ache. “Delete it.”
“Never.” A sly smile tips my face. “For someone who films himself on a daily basis and gets thousands of views per video, you sure are shy.”
A heated, hungry light flickers in his eyes. “Ah, I knew it. You’re a fan of mine.”
My face flames with embarrassment. “That’s not what I said.”
“You didn’t have to.” He laughs, arching his back against my sheets, teasing me with his body. “You knew my name. Earlier, when you took me, you called me Skylar. You knew exactly who I was.”
I don’t say a word. I’m not confirming shit.
“Is that why I’m here, Jericho?” My name leaving his mouth causes me to shudder. He moves his hips, still squirming in his bindings.
He knows exactly what he does to me. ‘Fuck him,’ I think half-heartedly, unable to pull my gaze away.
“Is this a big fantasy of yours? Tie up your favorite porn star and have your wicked way with him?” He grins wickedly. “Mark me up so everyone can see?”
I swallow hard.
“Is that what you want, Jericho? Do you want me to bear your marks? Want me to tattoo this bite mark into my skin so the whole fucking world knows I’m yours?”
It’s like he’s tapping into my brain and plucking out my naughtiest desires.
He’s telling me everything I want to hear, but I know the truth.
“I might be a big fan of yours,” I reply.
“But we aren’t even compatible.” Fucking hell, why am I admitting this out loud?
It’s none of his fucking business. And yet, the words continue to tumble out of my mouth.
“You only top… and I don’t bottom for anyone. Not even the famous Skylar King.”
That stunning, wide smile returns. He grins like he has a secret. Like he knows something critical that I don’t.
It’s fucking infuriating.
I slam my hand against the wall, spin on my heel, and storm out of my bedroom.
In a rush to get away, I enter my surveillance room, breathing harshly.
I flip on all the monitors, find the camera of my room, and zoom in on the bed.
I throw myself into my office chair and violently whip out my throbbing cock.
I glance at the last screen on my right and notice the porn video of Skylar I was jacking off to just last night. Eyes bouncing between both screens, I hit play.
There’s a pretty little blond twink blindfolded and tied to Skylar’s bed.
The blond is naked and desperate. He’s making little mewing noises while his tiny, hard dick thrusts into the air.
Skylar towers over him, crawling onto the bed and over his body…
just like I was doing to Skylar mere minutes ago.
Was I subconsciously reenacting my favorite porn video?
Precum leaks from my tip. I try to use it to coat my dick, but it isn’t enough. I don’t care. I begin to jerk myself off at a punishing pace. My eyes wander over to the other screen. “Fucking hell,” I rasp. Skylar is doing something similar and thrusting his hard erection into the air.
Unlike the blond, Skylar is still mostly clothed, though his unzipped pants are riding low on his hips, and his shirt is still splayed open.
All his pretty flower tattoos are on display, and I groan at the sight, my balls already pulling up.
It isn’t any stretch of the imagination to picture Skylar submissive when he’s acting like this.
I stroke myself faster. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you, little minx?” I growl at the screen. “You know it’s what I want.”
Zooming in just a little more, I’m surprised when Skylar looks right at the camera and arches his back into the sexy as fuck arch. His nipples are pebbled, and I imagine goosebumps trailing all over his body. Skylar is panting heavily, somehow in sync with my breathing.
My cock is so hard. This is better than any porn video I’ve ever watched.
What would it feel like to be there with him right now?
Suddenly, the head of Skylar’s cock pushes its way out from under the band of his underwear.
He’s so aroused that his cock is practically trying to escape.
There seems to be something shiny on the tip of his cock.
The moment I realize he’s leaking, I come with a roar, pumping my load all over my hand.
It takes me entirely too long to catch my breath, but when I do, my eyes trail back up to my computer screens. My hungry gaze bounces between the two that display Skylar in all his glory.
A part of me wishes I could have done this right in front of him.
Claim and mark him in a different way, but I had to leave before I did something foolish.
Something unforgivable. Because deep down, I know that if I let myself give in, I’ll dominate Skylar King.
It doesn’t matter if he only tops in his videos.
If I let myself give in to temptation, I would make damn sure he’s the one begging to submit.