9. Chapter 9 #2
“W-why? Don't stop.” Apparently not only am I needy, but I'm not above begging.
“Do you want me to touch you, Sweetheart?”
“Yes, fuck. God. I want you to touch me.”
He leans forward until I can feel the plastic of his mask against my nose. “Not god, your fucking awakening.”
There's no more waiting. It's like my verbal confirmation gives him free reign to indulge himself.
Grabbing my hips, he digs his nails into the flesh under my t-shirt and with a hiss I feel the firm bulge in his pants press into mine.
Dragging himself up and then down my length, my head tilts back against the wood.
I can't help but close my eyes. The pleasure from the friction alone shoots up my spine and spreads through my entire body.
“Look at me whilst I touch you.” The distorted voice rumbles and I obey, blinking up into the mask.
Moving his hips away, he removes one hand from my hip and snakes it down the front of my jeans, before popping open the button which has me gulping.
The movement of my adams-apple must catch his attention, because the mask tilts eerily to the side.
Slowly he pulls down the zipper, the noise snapping the quiet and then his hand is sliding into my boxers.
Considering I've never had another man touch me, there is zero freak out from me when his palm meets my dick.
“Fucccccck.” I feel dizzy, hitting my head against the door.
His other hand runs up my body until it's behind my head, massaging at the spot in my hair that met wood.
His hand wraps around my shaft and he starts to work me over, up to the tip where he runs his fingers over the precum I'm already leaking, and back down to my base.
“Take my dick out.” His voice crackles and I wish I could hear his real one. I kinda don't want to though. The mystery of who's getting me off has me nearly coming in my underwear.
Slowly I peel my hands from his waist and undo his fly.
His black skinny jeans are a tight fit against his lean figure, but I get them down and stare at his black boxers.
Not necessarily his underwear, but the weeping tip of his penis.
It's peaking out of his waistband and unexpectedly my mouth waters. That's…a new reaction.
Slipping them down his thighs, I bite my lip and even though it's distorted, I hear his breathy moan.
He's just as affected as I am, and that confidence allows me to take his long length in my hand. I do what I think will feel good, what I’d like, so I lean forward and let spit drip off my tongue onto his dick.
“Fuck Baby, that's so hot.” He says, his broken moans crackling behind his mask as I work my hand up and down. I keep my fist tight and when I look down at my own dick, I see my hips are thrusting into the hole he's made with his hand.
“It feels so good.” I breathe out and his free hand moves loose curls off my forehead, cupping the side of my face.
“I know Sweetheart, you're doing so well. So good. Do you want me to make it feel even better?”
“Yes–yes.”
Running his palm over my tip which has caused a mess, he moves my hand and positions himself closer. The moment our dicks touch, I'm fucking gone.
Deceased.
His hand is just large enough to wrap around us both, and when he starts to move, I see stars. My skin must be beetroot red, because I feel my entire body flush, my toes curl, my balls draw tight and I start to pant nonsense.
“Oh my god, I'm fucking coming. You're–you, I'm coming. Keep going, don't you fucking stop. Don't you dare stop, I'll fucking end you. It feels so–so…”
I shoot streaks of cum all over his hand and it dribbles down his length. He uses it to jerk us faster and it’s an endless stream.
“That's it Baby, fucking let go for me. You love it, you look so good squirting all over us. It feels so good doesn't it?”
Nodding, I bite my lip to try to keep in the moans begging to be released.
Harris and Em could come home any moment, but that's the last thing I'm thinking about.
A noise rips out of his chest and he starts coming, my spent dick twitching as he covers me in his load.
I don't know where his cum starts and mine ends, but uncurling his hand, he uses his thumb to rub the mix of both of us into my tip.
Fuck that's hot.
Moaning, I fall back into my bedroom door, my muscles completely loose and my mind is blissful. It's never felt like this before, and a dopey smile tries to creep onto my face whilst I catch my breath.
“Did you like your reward?”
I nod.
“Do you want me to take off the mask?”
I pause, knowing I need to push past the afterglow and really give this thought. If I say yes and he takes off the mask, this could be the end of the fun. It would become…too real.
I shake my head. “No. You said one hundred thousand followers and then we unmask ourselves.”
The mask tilts. “Not if I win, but ok. If that's what you want, Baby.” He strokes the side of my face with the hand that isn't covered in cum, before running the other over my pelvis, wiping our joint cum into my skin and happy trail.
Scoffing, I look down at the mess. “Thanks.”
Tapping my cheek softly, he steps back and tucks himself away. “Go take a shower.”
With the sex fueled fog clearing, I want to disobey, but I do really want to get clean.
Tucking myself in too, we both zip up our jeans and even though I can barely see anything in the warm glow from outside, I can't make out anything that would identify him. We just stand there for one long awkward second, before he closes the space between us and presses his fingers into my chest so I’m flat against my door.
“Don’t let your ex touch you again. You don't want me to punish you.” The distortion makes that all the more terrifying.
Nodding, I reach up to touch the fingers on my chest and I feel that electricity again when I brush his skin. We stay like that for a few more seconds. Giving my finger a squeeze, he pulls me away from the door and doesn't look back when he opens it.
He's gone; soft footsteps sounding down the stairs and I hear the front door. I still don't know how he got in, but once I've showered I'll figure out just how he got inside. Emery sometimes accidentally leaves the back door open and I'll throttle him if he's done it again.