Chapter 36 #3
He pushes his hips back against me again, and I let go of his cock to reach into my pocket and grab the small travel-sized tube of lube.
I shove my pants down, my cock springing out and smearing a thin trail of precum over Shiloh’s lower back as he lifts the knife again, cutting another small line into his forearm.
His body trembles against mine as a thin bead of blood rises to the surface of his skin, and I crack open the lube, coating my cock and my fingers with all of it.
He makes a small noise that sounds a bit impatient as I reach for his ass, slipping my fingers along the edges of his puckered opening.
“Hurry,” he demands, looking at me over his shoulder.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I comment, which receives an eye roll in response.
He opens his mouth and is about to speak again when I slide two lubed fingers into him, effectively shutting him up.
Shiloh gasps as I stroke inside him, blood dripping down his forearm and landing on the table.
When I’ve taken enough time to loosen him up slightly, I pull myself free, then place my hard cock against his opening.
Shiloh glances back at me, then places the knife to his skin again, carving a small line as I press myself inside him. His body opens for me and I’m pulled deep into his warmth, his hole clenching around my length.
“Fuck,” I moan, placing my hands on his hips. I slip out of him slowly, then push back in as he lets loose a soft moan, his eyes fixated on the slow drip of blood as it falls from his arm and lands on the helmet.
He raises it up to his face, and as I fuck into him again, I catch his tongue darting out to lick at the wound he created.
He turns back to face the table again and grabs the knife like he’s about to cut again, but a wild thought flits through my mind and I push my cock deep into him, placing my own arm in front of his face.
He’s part of my mask.
I want to be there with him.
“Cut me,” I whisper as I pull out of his body then slide back in.
Shiloh doesn’t hesitate or question, he simply does as I’ve asked and slides the blade against my forearm.
The sting of it ripples through me and I breathe heavily as I keep moving in his body, the pain coating the pleasure in something feral and wild.
I raise my bleeding arm over the mask and watch as droplets fall onto the snake, mixing with the spatters left by Shiloh’s blood.
“So beautiful,” Shiloh says, grabbing my bloody arm in his hand. I feel his tongue dart out and slick along the wound, a thrill rippling through me as his body squeezes around my cock again.
With a groan, I grip his hip tight with my free hand, pulling him back onto me as I press forward. Each thrust draws a small noise from between his lips, but I want more. He lets go of my other arm and places his hands on the table, but I pull out of him, spinning him around to face me.
I grip his thighs and lift him up, placing him on the edge of the table, his legs spread wide and his eyes hazy with need.
Holding him there, I slide my cock into him again, pressing up slowly into his body as his eyes roll back.
His arms come to rest around my neck as I fuck up into him, and he holds tight as the table rattles beneath us.
Shiloh groans as I thrust into him, his body tight around mine and his head lolling forward, lips landing on my chest. I pull him even closer as I chase my orgasm inside him, head spinning and need rising with every move I make.
I can feel him shivering and twitching, his mouth opening and teeth scraping against my skin.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” I moan into his ear.
“I’m so close,” he whimpers, voice muffled by my sweat-slicked skin.
I slam into him hard, a loud shout my reward as my body starts to tighten up.
I can feel everything in me tense as Shiloh lets loose a strangled cry, his cock spilling between us in frantic spurts.
His teeth meet my flesh and he bites down hard, pain pooling into the pleasure inside me and tipping me over the edge.
I cry out as everything lets go, fucking into him fast and hard as my orgasm barrels through me, filling him with my cum.
Finally, I still, panting as my body sinks into exhaustion. I slide free from Shiloh and pull back as he removes his teeth from my chest, his arms from around my neck. I carefully help him off the edge of the table, placing his feet on the ground and holding his hips so he doesn’t topple over.
He lingers for a moment in a daze, blood smears coating his arms and cum slipping down his legs, before tipping his head up to gaze into my eyes.
He wavers on his feet, not saying a single word, but his eyes are full of a warmth I don’t quite think I’ve seen in them before.
It’s deep and true, honest and open, as he simply looks at me as if I’ve given him an answer to some question he’s had inside him for so long that he’d given up on ever solving it.
“Alright?” I ask, lifting my hand to brush his sweat-slicked hair off his forehead.
“Perfect,” he whispers back. “Everything is perfect.”