27. Chapter 27
Iturned my Miley into an apologetic mess, begging to come with streams of tears running down his face before I finally allowed him to cum inside me.
Then when we did it again, he flipped me over, slapped my ass cheeks and pounded so hard into me I think I saw the afterlife.
Just briefly, before plundering straight into heaven when he fucked me straight into a second orgasm.
My hole had clenched so hard around his cock he’d practically passed out the moment he came inside me.
We’d collapsed onto the petals, covered in both of us, especially as his cum leaked out of me, which was hot as hell.
Now I’d bottomed, I didn’t want to ever do anything else.
I wanted his long, thick penis all for myself. Forever. Preferably always inside me.
He’d continued to say sorry for keeping his identity a secret, but I was more mad about him saying he loved me over messenger.
He had asked me each time we interacted if I wanted him to take the mask off, and it was my stubborn self that had wanted to keep his identity a mystery.
It would feel too real knowing who he was, especially if I didn’t like him.
I should have seen the signs that it was Miles all along, especially when the only people who could have overheard my conversation with Grace in the bar, which feels like years ago already, could only have been one of her course mates on the table behind us.
It was Miles who had leant her the dark romance book, I just didn’t realise that was the first time I had seen him, not when we collided outside of the coffee house.
He always smelt the same too, spicy and autumnal.
Like the pumpkin candle I bought him, with added cinnamon.
His hoodie that had been draped over my desk chair this entire time smelt like them both, so I do feel a little stupid for not figuring it out sooner.
I’m trying not to berate myself, not only because he hates it, but also because that's not me anymore. I’m not some unsure, confused, blundering man.
I’m Cassie, my true self that loves taking cock by the absolute love of my life.
I’m obviously a hell lot more than that, but being with Miles has shown me who I really want to be in this life.
Even my relationship with my masked stalker–I mean idiot boyfriend–brought out a side of myself that I’d always struggled to figure out, but he made me dive head first. I love myself, which means I have so much of it to pour into him.
It’s a couple days after Halloween, and I’m holding my phone above Miles’s naked body, whilst I run my tattooed hands across his pec and grab for his throat.
He moans, visible on camera and I capture the way his turquoise eyes twinkle in the daylight.
There’s no dark filters, no red hazy lighting; he’s beautiful and lovely for everyone to see.
Even just seeing my hand on his body makes me look like a dark angel, taking what's mine as he groans underneath me.
Ending this clip I’ve filmed, I’m about to slide off his lap, when his hands clamp on my hips with a vise-like grip.
We’re both only in our matching boxers, but I finally take notice of his thick erection pushing up against my ass.
He’s been insatiable, taking me whenever he wants for days.
We’ve been together the entire weekend and even now, we’ve only split for classes.
The moment we’re done, it’s like a race to get back to one another.
We’ve been to the gym, out for food, fucked in my bedroom, his bedroom, his living room when the guys were out, and now I think we’re about to have a repeat of our first time.
“Want me on top?” I smirk down at him, but I can already see he’s worked up from filming together. His skin is all flushed, he’s scorching to touch, so I run my nails down his chest, leaving white lines that have him bucking up against me again.
“No, I want to be on top. I want to see you.”
Oh. We’ve not done this yet, not when he’s been worried about my stitches.
Before he can worry and change his mind, I flip us, using my weight to roll him on top of me.
Grabbing the back of his neck, I bring him down onto me for a hard kiss.
It’s frantic, my tongue lashes his, trying to convey all the love I feel for him in one kiss.
I want to be deeper. I want to get so deep into him I become him.
I’m feral, unable to comprehend how much I just feel for him.
“I fucking love you, so much Cassie.” He pants into my mouth, and I steal his air with another kiss.
Pulling away, I start to pull down my underwear, attacking his too until we’re both naked and our dicks meet.
“I’ve never loved anything as much as I love you. I’d give everything up for you. If you wanted to move to Japan and study rocks, I’d go with you.” I’m moaning, rubbing our dicks together, but Miles lets out a loud belly laugh that has him gasping, his chest rocketing back and forth into me.
“You–you’re something else. I can’t.” he says.
Smiling up at him, I grab a fist full of his hair and kiss him, licking his mouth, before staring into those eyes I adore so much.
“You need to fuck me right now. I’m going to die.”
Shaking his head, he grabs for the lube on the bedside table I just permanently leave out now and coats his fingers. “When did you become so sassy? I’ve created a monster.”
I nip and lick at his neck as he brings his fingers to my hole and presses one in right to the knuckle, stealing my breath in the most delicious pleasure I’ve ever felt.
“You’re still open from this morning.”
I preen, feeling like such a good boy for staying relaxed for him.
“My perfect man is such a good boyfriend. Aren’t you? You’re going to let me make love to this ass until I pump you so full of cum, you’ll feel me for days.”
I melt into the bed. If I was one of those werewolf alphas from his paranormal romance books, I’d be purring. I’d probably also be pregnant by how much he comes, a concept of his books I don’t really understand, but Miles says it’s the beauty of the gay omegaverse.
“Baby, are you ready?” He runs his fingers along my jaw and kisses me, grounding me back to the present and I feel the head of his cock waiting at my entrance.
“Please put it in.” I beg. He kisses me deeply, positions my body further onto his lap; my thighs hanging over the top of his and pushes in.
I don’t think I’ll ever get over this feeling of being so full, I feel like my soul is complete.
There's only slight pressure, but I relax into the sting.
I feel fucking wild for it. I want everything he could ever give me.
Starting with shallow thrusts, I put my leg over his shoulder.
Taking my ankle, he plants a kiss against the tattoo of a fox on my leg, before ramming his dick so forcefully into me. I see stars.
“Fuck! Yes!” I shout, feeling my balls already starting to tighten and desire is licking at every inch of my skin. I want to fall blissfully into pleasure only he gives me.
“God, your hole feels so perfect Cassie. It’s like it was made for my dick.”
I frantically nod, my entire body starting to move with the bed as he pounds into me.
The lean muscles in his arms strain, pressing into the mattress at either side of my head.
I feel like a bent pretzel and I fucking love it.
He’s phenomenal, beautiful, strong and sexy above me as he uses my body.
I want him to. I’m a total simp for anything he wants.
“Yes, yours. Made for you. Mine.” My words are no longer making sense as I start to tingle all over, my toes feeling numb as my orgasm starts to crash down on me fast. I’ve come hands free a few times and Miles says it’s the sexiest thing he's ever seen, so it looks like he’s getting another show, because my hands are firmly screwed in the sheets as I start to come.
“Baby–” Is all I choke out before warm streaks paint my stomach, some splashing up onto my chest.
He uses me faster, gripping under my ass as he lifts my lower half off of the bed.
I can feel every ridge of his cock, his vein along his shaft pulsing and the head catches on my rim, making me feel delirious every time it happens.
I love this angle, being able to see up into his dazzling turquoise pools; the desire, need and love shining to the brim in them.
“I fucking love you! I love you so much! I’m going to fucking marry you, have kids with you and die with you. We’re dying together, I’ll make it happen.” Miles shouts his final groan as he slams home, shooting thick streaks into me.
Falling forward, he catches himself on his elbows, softly resting his face into my neck. Our bodies are a mess, but I don’t care. It means we get to shower together and I’ll never turn that down.
I start to laugh, unable to calm my racing heart. “You should not propose marriage, kids and death to someone whilst having sex.” I tease, receiving a weak slap to my upper arm.
“Like you’d turn me down.” He mumbles and then we both crack up, because he’s right. I’d never say no to him, ever.
“I swear Cassie, it's barely been out two minutes and I just know they're going to swap it out for the Christmas menu.” Miles tells me for the twelfth time this week, as he drinks deeply from the bonfire hot chocolate we've grabbed at the coffee house. We’re sitting in a cosy nook in the very cafe we met, where drenched in cold caramel coffee, we both started to fall unexpectedly.
He’s editing the video we just made together, whilst I enjoy my first coffee after weeks of not being allowed the unnecessary caffeine.
I swear, if it wasn’t Mum, Miles had me on strict rules so that I got better.
My scar is now an itchy red line and my hair has actually started to grow back, saving me from shaving it all off.
“I mean, Christmas drinks are still spiced, they can’t be that different?”
He stares at me in stunned silence, before placing his phone down and taking one of my hands. “I say this with all the love in my heart. Never mistake pumpkin for gingerbread. Our relationship won’t survive.”
Rolling my eyes, I swat at his hand, receiving wild laughter as I continue to scowl at him over my coffee cup.
Returning to editing the video, I watch happily, just soaking in the moments with him silently as he uploads it to his mask account.
We’ve both decided to keep our accounts, especially since after I actually paid attention to who messaged me other than Miles.
Brands I actually really like reached out and wanted to collaborate.
The underwear we’re both wearing–an endorsement from my favourite store!
We even got paid, with more opportunities to come once we see how the post does when it goes live this week.
Even if it started as some weird foreplay challenge, I actually like teasing the internet, because it’s always been about him.
He feels the same way, so we’re posting a video that solidifies we’ll be only posting videos together going forward.
It’s the end of the thirsty boy single chapter, and also we're announcing that the ghostface mask will be retiring until next spooky season.
Miles is going to don a new mask, which will be a reveal to even me very soon.
“There. Done!”
I lean in to see his phone screen, watching as the video hits social media and already the likes start. Sometimes on an evening we both hunt for the craziest comments. It’s become one of our favourite down time hobbies, because Jesus, people are crazy for masked men.
It starts with the clip of Miles laid on the bed alone, looking at the camera until he smirks and my hand creeps up to grab his throat.
The camera then does a little roll, like I’ve flipped him, and it then focuses on my back muscles flexing into a languid roll.
A hand blocks the camera, then Miles steps away, clothed in a tight t-shirt and his cargo pants with all the loops and belts.
My arms wrap around him and then I appear, revealing myself in all black too, hair flopping over my eyes, but the look in them is intense and possessive. He loved it.
Tapping the screen, Miles hums like he’s looking at something incredibly romantic, or a cute cow. “You’re so perfect.”
Chuckling, I lean over into his space and kiss his temple. “We’re perfect together.”
“Cheers to that.” Lifting his heavily spiced hot chocolate that smells like cherry gateau, he clinks it against my mug and places a kiss on my lips that promises many, many more.
Exiting the coffee house, like the first time but roles reversed, a very familiar dirty blonde comes crashing into my chest. On instinct I want to block Miles, but when I realise it’s Emery, I grab onto his shoulders and try to drag him to a stop.
He barely halts, almost fighting me off which is a complete shock.
“Em, what's wrong?” I stare at the duffle bag slung over his shoulder and the giant suitcase he’s wheeling haphazardly behind him. He looks like shit; eyes bloodshot and red. His skin is dry and he’s clearly been crying. He looks crumbled, clothing and in spirit. “Where are you going?”
Shaking his head, he breaks out of my hold and adjusts his grip on his luggage. “I–I can’t explain right now. I’m leaving Cass. I’ll ring you later.”
“What? Em stop!” He doesn’t even say goodbye, just continues down the street like he’s running for his life. I take a few steps after him but Miles grabs my hand, halting me because we’re actually meant to be walking in the opposite direction.
“Leave him Cassie, I think he needs space.”
“But why?” I spin on him. He’s giving me a sad smile, but we promised to never keep secrets again and I know he means it. He would tell me if he knew something.
“Not sure, but my best guess is it has everything to do with Harris. Let him cool off and call you.”
I don’t want that at all, but after watching him disappear around the final corner in the direction of the train station, I sigh and let my boyfriend pull me into the throng of people walking along the cobble streets.
“So, do you want to help me decorate the house for Christmas? I have the perfect movie list we can start tonight.” Miles giddily bounces on his feet, leaning his head down on my shoulder.
I gawk at him. “Christ alive, it’s not just Halloween is it? You’re a total slut for any seasonal holiday!”
His laughter turns into a maniacal cackle as we head home.