Page 7 of Bite Me

Jesse tipped forward to comply immediately, forgetting to hesitate like he was supposed to, before catching himself. I’d have chuckled if I wasn’t concentrating so hard on not coming all over his mask.

He paused just shy of my tip, fingers still a warm vice on my shaft, and looked up at me, eyes all imploring innocence.

“Go on,” I urged him.

His breath ghosted over my skin, a prelude to the lips that enveloped the head of my cock. Pleasure exploded hot around my tip.

There was a lot happening at the moment. The ski mask, the cuffs, the intense eye contact that felt somehow different from other scenes we’d shared. But what shorted my brain out themost was the way his tongue flexed just so, tracing the ridge of my crown simply because he knew it would make me groan.

And I did. So loud and long and helpless that I caught a brief twitch of what I knew would’ve been a self-satisfied smile in any other situation.

He wasn’t subtle at all, sucking me like he was showing off for some imaginary judge panel in his head. I was pretty sure the way my breath went ragged told him he was earning a perfect score. A humming sound rumbled up from his chest, too, vibrating through my cock and balls first, then my entire skeletal system.

Watching my dick slide spit-wet and glossy in and out of his masked mouth was like having a front-row seat for the sexiest porn I’d ever watched. I palmed the back of his skull, half guiding him, half just holding on for my own safety reasons.

I was about two seconds shy of melting down, so I glanced at the closest camera to make sure it was getting everything—especially my dick being worshipped with Oscar-award-worthy dedication to the role.

One more hard suck, and I pulled Jesse off abruptly by the back of his neck. “Enough. I wanna see the rest of you now,” I growled.

Jesse made a noise that threatened the last dregs of self-control I was so desperately trying to hang onto. “The rest of me?”

I nodded, pressing my palms to his shoulders and urging him backward until he collapsed onto the mattress, cuffed wrists jangling at his waist. His dick strained against his sweatpants like pure temptation.

I wanted him so badly at that moment. “On your stomach. Hands above your head.”

“Oh my god,” Jesse panted as he flipped onto his stomach, hands above his head like I had asked. He wriggled his ass, moreshowy than necessary, and craned a look back at me, a little smirk on his lips that faded as I settled on his calves and ran a palm up the length of his hamstrings to the round cheeks of his ass. I palmed and squeezed the firm muscle there. Hopefully, he would never stop going to hot yoga, even if I had to go with him and sweat out 75 percent of my body’s water content.

I ran a finger down the middle seam of his sweats, feeling him clench up the lower I got. “Anyone ever had this ass?” I asked, pressing my thumb right against his hole. Heat seeped through the fabric, kissing my skin as he exhaled a curse.

“No,” he lied, like I hadn’t been balls deep in him last week, losing my mind as he clenched around me.

“Good. Then I get to ruin you first.”

“Oh shit,” he moaned and pushed back against my thumb. “Just… just be gentle.”

I laughed darkly and went off script once more, grabbing either side of that center seam and pulling until the fabric ripped to his waistband, exposing his bare ass to me, framed by his torn sweats.

Jesse yelped in surprise. “Hey! Those are my favorite sweats.”

Shit.

“Too bad,” I snapped, but I legit felt bad. Still, he had told me alpha asshole, so alpha asshole was what he was going to get. Mostly.

Jesse tried to close his legs, but I wedged my kneecap between his thighs and levered them wide so I could get full VIP access. What a fucking view.

I didn’t have to fake heavy breathing anymore. I was panting like the first time he’d filmed me. I palmed his cheeks apart and swept my thumb right over his naked hole. It throbbed under my touch, and the shiver that ran through him transmitted straight to my cock.

Sliding my hands under his hips, I yanked him back and propped him up, ass in the air, then went for it. Burying my face between his cheeks, I laved my tongue over his hole, working him open.

Jesse gave me a full-on porn moan in response that stretched out as I pinned his thighs wide and licked him again, savoring the way he wriggled in my hands and tried to muffle his cries in the sheets.

3

JESSE

Imight die here. Actually die.Death by tongue. Sam devoured me like my ass was dessert in a Michelin-starred restaurant, and I could barely hold myself together. My calves twitched and my hips jerked with every pass of his tongue over my rim.

If I did die, I hoped my tombstone read, “RIP: Rimmed in Peace.”