Chapter 9 #3
Jericho curses a low, long string of curses that makes my hole twitch.
As if my hand has a mind of its own, my strokes pick up speed.
There’s another long pause, and I almost check my screen to see if he’s still on the line when I hear his breathing.
It’s harsh. Slightly labored. Is he… is he touching himself too?
“Tell me what you wanted to do to me,” I challenge.
His voice dips low to something dangerous. “Are we really fucking doing this while they film you?”
I push the dildo in a little, moaning. “Isn’t that what you wanted? To tell the world you’ve claimed me. That I’m yours.”
“Fucking hell, little minx,” he groans, giving in. “You have me so hard right now.”
My stomach swoops with the thrill of winning. “Good. Now tell me.” I picture my scarf sliding against his skin.
“Honestly, once I saw you, it’s like I lost all train of thought.
I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing,” he starts.
“I-I’ve never been in a situation like that before.
I’ve never missed, and fuck—” His words cut off, probably trying to figure out a way to tell me something without incriminating himself.
“It’s okay, brute. They can’t hear you. Keep going.”
“I was ready, as prepared as I was going to be for such a last-minute mission. But suddenly, you were there with those large doe-like brown eyes, a wide, stunning smile, and so full of life. You were so fucking beautiful, like a tempting angel from my dreams, here to distract the devil.”
I blink. No one has ever called me an angel or described me quite like that before.
I know some people call me pretty, but even so, I’m all masculine edges, lean muscles, and a predator’s grace.
Never described as doe-like or with words like angel.
I swallow hard, closing my eyes. Never with compliments to light me up inside.
“Then everything was chaotic, and suddenly out of my control. Scenarios I never could have prepared for. And the fury on your face. Fuck. It was intoxicating and intriguing. I didn’t want that bastard to hurt you. I had to take you. Keep you safe.”
His words from that moment he found me in the alley wash over me. “You really were trying to protect me.”
He chuckles low. “I guess you didn’t need protecting.”
I smile widely.
“But honestly, Skylar, in one single moment, you turned my world upside down. I am a creature of control, but around you? I’m unrestrained, animalistic need.”
“Fuck,” I whisper, remembering the way his body vibrated against mine right before he lost it and bit me. I want more of that. I want him to bite me and mark me all over. “What else?”
“I would have had my way with you. Don’t you get it, Skylar?
” he says, almost angrily. “We aren’t compatible.
You’re just a fantasy I could never have.
If you had stayed trapped, I think I would have pushed myself on you.
Teased you, played your body against your will until you were begging with need. Begging for my cock.”
My breaths are coming out in small, harsh gasps, my cock thick and heavy against my abs. “Are you saying you would have fucked me?”
“Yes,” he rumbles. My cock jumps, begging to lift higher, standing to attention. I’ve never been this worked up before.
I’ve fucked so many times on set, but not once have I let myself give up control.
I’ve never bottomed for the camera, even though it’s my preference.
Don’t get me wrong, I have toys, used my fingers, and even let a girlfriend peg me once.
But I’ve never truly let myself experience what I really want with another man.
“I’m not a good person, Skylar. I have never taken anyone against their will before, but fuck, the way you were tempting me?
Any longer and I don’t know if I would have been able to stop myself.
” His breaths are labored, but his voice sounds pained, almost as if he doesn’t want to admit that this ugly darkness inside of him is real.
I did this to him. I’ve reduced this strong, powerful man into a vibrating, desperate mess.
Somehow, I know he would have stopped himself.
I know the type of men he goes after. The only hits he takes.
The Cleaner has a reputation that has garnered a lot of attention and a lot of respect.
He wouldn’t take me against my will. Hell, it’s impossible when I’ve never wanted another person so bad before.
“I never claimed to be a good person either,” I pant, the ghost of a confession just as exhilarating as this dangerous game we’re playing.
“The white amethyst,” he says. “Do you know what the flower even means?”
“Do you?” I quip. Fuck, what kind of sick person am I? I’m getting even harder, imagining him figuring out my other identity. I’ve seen him doing a ton of research over the past week, constantly straying from the clues, not able to believe his favorite porn star is just as dangerous as him.
He doesn’t reply, and I know I have to steer the conversation back to phone sex.
No need to confess that I’m a fucking serial killer on camera.
I briefly glance over, and I can see our second cameraman, Bennett, focusing on Monty stroking himself as he pretends to be secretly watching me from the shadows.
Even though Juan will cut out any unnecessary footage, I need to speed this up.
“Plus, who said anything about it being against my will?” I tease, trying to get us back on track.
He gasps. “Skylar.”
“There’s a dildo in my hand, and I’m pretending it’s you. I’m letting them film me fucking myself on camera to the thought of you inside of me.”
He groans.
“I’m slowly pushing it into my tight hole,” I pant. I should be panting for the camera, but this is all for him. “Fuck, you’re stretching me so good. Pushing me into the bed while you take control of my body.”
That’s when I hear it. Labored breaths and the smack of skin on skin.
I can’t help it, I begin to fuck myself in earnest. Off to the side, I hear the slap of Monty stroking to the sight of me.
But at this moment, he doesn’t matter. It’s Jericho here, surrounding me, filling me.
Making me his, even with all the miles separating us.
“Harder, Jericho. I want you to use me the way you’ve always imagined.”
“Fuck, minx. Say it again. Say my name again.”
“Jericho,” I gasp. “I’m putting you on speaker now.
I need both hands.” It’s all the warning I give him before hitting the speaker button and dropping the phone.
I use one hand to fuck myself with the silicone and the other to caress all over my body, my chest, my nipples.
“Jericho, please. I want you to be my first. I want to feel you inside me.”
“That’s it, baby. Take that dildo and fuck yourself real good. You want to know what I wanted to do that time I had you tied to the bed?”
Oh god, I should stop this, take him off speaker, and make sure he doesn’t say anything revealing. But I don’t. I just continue to whimper, grinding my hips and thrusting. I’m so close to the edge, pretending it’s him fucking me like an animal.
“I would be shoving you hard against the mattress, biting you. Fucking you. I’d be breeding you like you’re mine to keep, because that’s what you are, Skylar.
You’re mine. The man I’ve been obsessed with for years.
Fucking years, you hear? I don’t give a shit if you usually dominate all your partners on camera, because I know you’ve been a good boy all this time, and saving your true desires for me. ”
Thick white ropes of cum gush from my cock as my whole body locks up.
Back arched, dildo buried deep. My cock throbs, unable to stop as the most intense orgasm of my life takes control.
I must be screaming or moaning. Or maybe I’m whimpering.
I can’t tell because I can’t hear anything but the blood rushing to my head and the faint groans of Jericho coming over the phone.
Several moments later, my mind lifts from its fog with full clarity. One distinct thread of thought keeps circulating in my mind. I’m so fucking obsessed with my mysterious brute. I’ll go to any lengths to learn all there is to know about this man who claims me as his.