Page 6 of Bite Me

“There’s nothing here worth taking, I swear,” he started, voice thin and breathy. “My laptop is a dinosaur, and I have, like, eight bucks in my wallet. Seriously, I’ve got nothing.”

“Nothing at all?” I cocked my head at him threateningly.

“Nothing. Zip. Zilch,” he whispered, then with more conviction, “You can just leave. I won’t say a word to anyone, I swear. I’ll pretend it never happened. I’ll go back to sleep, and it will all have been a dream.”

“Hmmm.” I raked a gaze down his bare back and then up again, lingering on his profile. “Eight bucks and an old laptop isn’t gonna cut it.” I rolled my hips against him, letting him feel how hard I was. “But that mouth might.”

Jesse blinked rapidly, almost appearing as innocent as he was pretending to be. “You’re not serious.” The size of his pupils said he hoped I was, though.

I grabbed a fistful of hair at his nape and pulled it, exposing his neck and the thrum of his pulse along his carotid. I dipped lower, my nose nearly in his hair, and registered the scent as familiar. Something opened up in my chest at the realization he must have used my shampoo. I’d let him use anything I had, though, and right then, looking at the tense line of his jaw andthe way his lips were parted, I hoped it went both ways, because I was definitely about to use him.

“I’m very serious. Stay still while I put this on you,” I murmured, keeping him trapped while I fumbled for the black ski mask in my back pocket. It was kind of a weird addition, but we had decided it added to the erotic element while still protecting his privacy without having to go to the trouble of pixelating his face for the whole video. Turned out he was right again, because as I slipped the mask over his face and positioned the eye and mouth holes, he transformed into someone equally anonymous. It was perfect for what we were about to do.

“Oh thank fuck,” Jesse said on a gusty exhale when I got the thing on him properly. “For a second I thought it was an executioner’s hood.” He said it so sincerely I almost cracked the fuck up and, once again, was glad he couldn’t see me grinning behind the mask.

His gaze remained warily on me as I plucked a bit of fuzz from around his mouth. If I had a dollar for every time I got off to the thought of Jesse’s mouth wrapped around my dick, I could’ve bought him an entire collector’s set ofThrice Bound by Oathby now.

“Is this, like, your kink or something?” he asked, and I tried for a casual shrug. “Sneak into homes like a… a… hot glowy scarecrow and have your way with college boys?”

Fuck. A tremor of suppressed laughter racked my shoulders. I had no idea how he was keeping his shit together so well.

“How about you leave the questions to me?” I managed gruffly, then rested back on my haunches, easing my weight off him while simultaneously hooking my arms under his and pulling him upright to his knees. “Now there’s one more thing.” I rested the point of my chin on his shoulder and brought his wrists around to his front. They were so much smaller than mine that I could hold them both in one hand as I fished a pair of cuffsout of one of the cargo pockets in my pants. “Gotta make sure you don’t try anything stupid, so you’re gonna be wearing these for a while.”

“Is that really necessary?” The question came out in little bursts of air, and when I looked down, I got the answer to the other question I’d been wondering about earlier. Jesse’s dick tented the thin fabric, obscene and mouthwatering and so fucking sexy I momentarily forgot what I was supposed to do next.

Right. Cuffs. “Yes.” I popped the cuffs open and clicked them around his wrists, tight but not enough to cut off his blood supply. Then I took another moment to appreciate how they looked on him. Chrome against pale skin, the bones of his wrists so delicate compared to mine.

Leaning in close, I made sure the camera got a full shot of his masked face, then worked my way off the bed, pulling Jesse after me until we were positioned with me standing on the floor just at the edge and Jesse on his knees in front of me on top of the mattress.

“Ever sucked cock before?” I asked.

“No.” He shook his head vehemently and then nodded just as aggressively. “I mean, I have once. On accident.” The corners of his mouth twitched up as he blinked at me coyly, amusement thick in his tone. A laugh broke loose in my chest that I barely made sound like a cough. He and I both knew that mouth could drain my balls in under two minutes if he wanted to.

“Take my cock out,” I demanded, settling back into the scene and losing myself in it as the words left me.

I’d never spoken to Jesse like this before. Not this harsh, not this commanding. It wasn’t really my vibe at all. I was more of a praise guy, but fuck, I was seeing the appeal in being a little rougher, too.

“Okay.” Jesse’s breath stuttered, then he fumbled with my waistband, his movements shaky and uncertain like his fine motor skills had taken a hit from the adrenaline. It was so un-Jesse-like that it thrilled me. For once, I’d actually short-circuited his brain.

He finally popped the button on my fly, and my zipper practically slingshotted itself down, my cock springing out like it’d been dying for air this entire time.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispered so reverently that for a moment I almost thought it was real.

I half expected him to jokingly ask if my rod came with instructions like he had in one of our last scenes. We’d both cracked up that time and had to start over. This time he just licked his lips and gazed up at me, a version of naked hunger in his eyes I’d never seen.

I kicked my chin at my stiff cock, struggling to form words. “Stroke it.”

Jesse let out another one of those little whimpers that hit me like a lightning bolt of lust, then nodded, wrapping both hands around my girth.

I braced a hand on his shoulder to keep from going full buck-wild the second his hot palms glided up my shaft. The tentative way he did it made me think of the first time he ever touched me during a scene in our shared bathroom, and I sucked in a hissing breath at the warmth and tightness that brought a sudden pulse of pressure. Remembering myself, I grabbed the camera out of my back pocket and filmed him as he stroked me.

The chill of the metal cuffs tapped against my shaft and the base of my dick as he got a rhythm going, then glanced up at me through the eyeholes of the mask like he was checking to make sure he was doing a good job.

“Good,” I growled low. “Keep going.”

He did, which was impressive considering the cuffs and his compromised position, and also the fact that my dick wasn’t exactly playing nice. It kept jerking in his hands and had started leaking all over the place. It felt so goddamn electric being touched by him. I let my head tip back for a second, soaking it up, but the view was so good I had to look back down at Jesse kneeling between my thighs, feverishly working me over. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he pumped me, the black mask adding some kind of off-kilter mystique to it all. It exaggerated everything. Made his eyes seem larger, gave his plump mouth premium billing. God, if ever a mouth deserved a billboard in Times Square for sucking dick, Jesse’s lips would grace it.

Tilting the camera in one hand and gripping Jesse’s jaw with the other, my thumb worked the edge of his mask, pulling it down a little more to frame his mouth perfectly. Jesse had made a list of important shots to capture, and this was one of them. Once again, he was spot-fucking-on. The visual was crazy hot. So much so that my voice came out strained when I said, “Now put it in your mouth.”