11. Chapter 11 #2
Crouching down so that I'm pressed between his legs, I take off the ghostface mask and let it drop onto the bed beside him.
His muscles make the tiniest flinch at the soft clatter, but he doesn't move.
Removing the layer between us feels surreal, almost like it makes the entire thing more real.
His lips are right there and I want to kiss him so badly, but that seems like a real life Miles boundary I can't cross like this.
Leaning forward, I run my tongue across his collarbone and then press a wet kiss on his neck.
He jumps a little, but the moan he makes whilst tipping his head back, giving me more room, is drugging. I could die with that noise as the last thing I hear. “Fuck, you've taken your mask off.”
I can't say anything now without giving myself away, so I nip at his neck, his body wash filling my nose, but I can still smell the saltiness underneath that is all him.
Trailing my nose down his chest, I lick and kiss at his pecks, reminding myself to study his tattoos in better lighting.
His tied hands are in fists and they brush against my chest, so I hook them around my neck, bringing me even closer.
I can feel his erection against my stomach and testing a small thrust, he moans again in response.
Returning to kissing and biting at his chest, I make my way down his firm stomach, licking at his abs until I'm having to lean down to meet his crotch.
He's already breathing hard, so without keeping him in suspense like I'd planned to do all night, I curl my fingers into his boxers and he lifts his hips so I can pull them down his legs.
His dick springs free and I'm acquainted once again with my thick, veiny friend.
He's big, the length perfect too and he's already leaking beads of precum.
Leaning down I run my tongue over his head and clean it up, the salty taste bursting on my tongue, making my mouth water for more.
“Holy fucking Christ.” Cass shouts, throwing his head back and if I could see his eyes, I bet they’d be in pure bliss.
I don’t waste another minute, diving down onto his dick until it’s hitting the back of my throat.
One thing I’ll tell him in the future, is how much I love sucking cock and I’m very, very good at it.
Dragging my tongue along the underside of his shaft as I pull up, I lap at the head, tasting more of his precum goodness, before sucking the tip back into my mouth.
He withers and groans under me, his hands still tied, brushing against my hair as he flexes his fingers into my waves.
He’s thick, meaning I have to really stretch my mouth around him, but the moment I hit the base and brush his trimmed pubes with my nose, I hum in satisfaction.
He groans, thrusting a little into my mouth and I look at him through heavy lids.
His taste is intoxicating and I’m drooling around his length like my life depends on this blowjob going well.
He’s beautiful, panting with his chin tilted upwards.
The song has changed into something sultry and melodic, but the roar of blood in my ears blocks the entire world out whilst I go to town on his shaft with my tongue.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—I’m not gonna last.” His thighs start to get tight and maybe because I do want to still punish him a little, I pull off his cock and grab the base firmly to stave off his orgasm.
Letting out a long groan that sounds painful, I push back the laughter that wants to burst out from me and I give his tip a little lick before I let go fully.
“What are you doing? Please, I need—”
I brush my finger against his mouth, pressing my thumb down on his bottom lip until I can push it inside.
He eagerly sucks on it and it's my turn to moan, guttural and I’m so close to coming hands free.
As he licks and sucks, I reach behind me to my back pocket, thankful I carelessly didn’t put my phone into the backpack like I should have.
He’s going to kill me when he finds out, but this is just too priceless of an opportunity to get the upper hand as Yourghostboy.
Returning to his dick, I play with his head, circling it with my tongue and letting saliva trickle down.
“Fuck, yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”
I do it twice more before sucking his length down again, using my right hand at his base to twist as I pull back up and hollow out my cheeks.
The action pulls a long moan out of him, and whilst he’s deep in the throws of lust, I open my camera app and from my kneeling position below, I angle it so all you can see is his lower stomach, his firm chest and the muscles in his arms which bunch every time I suck hard on my descent up.
“Please, more. Fuck, more.”
I do as Cassie asks, tugging at his dick with my hand and following the same rhythm with my mouth, guzzling it down my throat till I almost choke.
He loves that, growing firmer and I let my hand drift down to cup his balls that are so tight.
Hitting record, I let go of them and slap my palm onto his abs, dragging my nails down and his biceps tense so hard I think he’s about to blow his load right into my waiting mouth.
“More, more, I’m going to come so hard down your throat.”
I nod eagerly, putting my phone back into my pocket and I can’t help but cradle my own dick where it’s ready to spray cum into my briefs.
He pulses in my mouth and with one more hollow of my cheeks, I slide his dick down my throat as he lets go for me.
Ropes and ropes of cum fill my mouth and I swallow, drinking it down as he loudly moans.
I’d love to hear him say my name, but what could he even call me?
Oh give it to me yourghostboy? Yeah I don’t think so.
“Fucccccccck.” Cassie’s entire body turns to jelly.
Still feeling my impending orgasm looming on the horizon, I quickly shove the ghostface mask over my head, standing as I rip off his eye mask. Pulling my own dick out, I give it harsh tugs, aiming it down towards his stomach and where his dick is still half hard.
“I’m going to cover you in my cum, Baby.”
He looks up at me dazed and sated, but his eyes twinkle at my declaration. “Fucking give it to me.”
“My filthy boy.” I tug only two more times before I’m spraying down his chest, my cum dripping down the groves of his abs, pooling in the gutter lines that bracket his gorgeous dick. He’s everything. If I thought I was totally fucked before, now I’m beyond screwed.
We’re both panting hard and the sound through my mask is rattling, so I try my hardest to get it under control, tucking myself back in.
Cass lifts his hands and I quickly untie him, rubbing soft pressure into each wrist to make sure they’re ok, but they weren’t bound tight.
He stares up into my mask and my eyes roam all over his body, watching my cum drip and then return to his mesmerizing face.
I did that; I put that blissfully content look there.
“You were perfect, Baby.” I praise, stepping back and he flops onto the bed.
“Don’t call me that.” It sounds half hearted and I chuckle, the distorted noise creepy.
“Maybe sound more convincing next time,” I lean forward, hovering over him but not touching the bed.
“Baby.” Moving over to where I stashed my backpack, I drop the eye mask and tie back in, deciding I can take the mask off and put my clothes on when I’m back in the shadows of his garden.
Let’s hope his neighbours aren’t nosey fucks.
Before I go, I ask him the same question I did last time, fully prepared to give him whatever he wishes. “Do you want me to take the mask off?”
He shakes his head, curls splaying on his bedding. “No.”
Nodding once, I soak in his cum covered skin once again, before cuddling the bag to my chest and slipping out of his room.
I’d come here to remind Cassie who he belonged to, but I’m starting to think he’s the one completely in control here.
I was wrapped around his little finger, melting the moment I was in his presence. How could I keep this up?