Page 9 of Bite Me

Sam’s lips came close to my mask-covered ear, breath hot through the fabric, and his voice quiet. “You have no idea how fucking hard a time I’m having trying not to come.”

And then, before I could consider a reply, he ripped my sweats again, this time all the way down, leaving the fabric in shreds and my ass completely exposed.

He was so thick when he pushed inside me that the stretch felt catastrophic, an intense pressure that burned in the best, most depraved way. He worked himself in with little thrusts, fucking me open, and I folded up around it, choking on a groan.

My body started doing some sort of seismic shudder, like I was in danger of oscillating myself into a parallel universe. My legs temporarily stopped working, and all my brain cells rerouted to the Starship Enterprise that had become my ass.

I felt every vein, every ridge of Sam’s cock dragging along my hole like he was trying to embed himself into my skin. My dick was iron hot and throbbing as palpably as the pulse beatingat the side of my neck. I felt both mingling with pleasure in a strange unison.

As promised, Sam wasn’t gentle, but he was careful, and I appreciated the difference. He ground into me with devastatingly slow rolls of his hips, letting me feel the unholy length of him every single time.

One hand maintained a bruising clutch on my hip, the other steadied himself on the mattress next to my ribs. When he paused, I knew he was trying to hold himself back from crashing over the edge, but I couldn’t help it; I pushed back onto him every time he did it. The growl that followed let me know I was about to pay dearly for my hubris. But in the most pleasurable way possible.

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SAM

Pressing my palm to Jesse’s lower back, I shoved him deeper into the mattress and was rewarded with a guttural moan. The mask’s LEDs blinked, lighting up my hands in staccato washes of red and blue as I dug into his hips and drove in until my balls slapped against his ass.

“Don’t stop.” Jesse clawed at the sheets above his handcuffed wrists every time I snapped my hips forward. “Don’t stop,” he repeated, voice pitching higher. “Take my ass, you masked maniac!”

We both went still, and I caught Jesse’s lips rolling inward as his shoulders shook. My reaction was similar. Probably the only thing that kept me from fully cracking was the vice grip of his hole around my dick. “That was maybe a little overboard,” he said in a strained whisper. “Goddammit.Seriously, though. Don’t stop.”

I leaned down, bracing one hand on the mattress beside his head, so close I could taste every pant and curse he breathed out. “Say it again.”

Jesse arched up, thrusting his ass against me. “Don’t stop.” The words were a sharp order as he brought his heels up, trying to force me deeper. “Fucking ruin me, you psychopath.”

And we were back. Him, me, and the ridiculous scene I was gonna be thinking about for the next… forever, honestly.

I locked an arm around Jesse’s waist and went for broke. No more holding back.

My hips jerked as if someone had fired off a starter pistol, and my world whittled down to just heat, skin, and the frantic grind of my cock in and out of Jesse. Jesse did something with his hips, some swivel-tug motion like he was trying to wring me dry. He was back to clawing at the sheets, too, and spilling curses like he couldn’t get enough.

It took me two seconds to manhandle him onto his back. Two seconds during which Jesse quickly intuited what I wanted. He opened his mouth wide, tongue out, as I levered myself above him and jacked myself furiously. I came so hard my vision went spotty, thick white ribbons of cum shooting all over his ski mask. When I rubbed the head of my dick across his mask, he chased it, lapping at the mess like a glutton.

I let go of my cock and caught myself with both hands on either side of his head, watching cum trek down his cheeks. The black of the ski mask looked obscene, splattered as it was. Jesse stared up at me, trying to catch his breath.

“Not done with you yet.” I swiped my hand through the spunk on his mask and then pulled back, settling lower on his thighs and shoving the ruins of his sweatpants aside. His cock jutted up, livid and soaked. If ever a dick looked like it needed a release, it was his. And I was about to give it to him. His thighs flexed hard beneath me, and he whimpered as I wrapped a hand around his cock while pressing the other against his ribcage. “Want one more thing from you.”

Jesse twisted like he was trying to levitate off the bed, crying out on the first stroke. He was so sensitive I didn’t have to do much more than twist my fist around the slick head and stroke him fast and furious.

“Oh my god, holy shit, fuck, fuck, please,” came all strung together. His cock jerked against my palm a second before his back arched violently and he let go, striping his abs as he convulsed. I watched his brain fry in real time, and it was hot as fuck. Slowing my pace, I milked him through the comedown, taking every last drop I could.

I really wanted to collapse right then, yank off my mask, and lie beside him, but there was one more thing to do.

Once I could breathe again, I slipped from the bed, leaving him like a human shipwreck among the sheets while I buttoned myself up.

“Next time, lock your fucking window,” I snarled, then hitched one shoulder. “Or don’t and see what happens.”

I’d retraced my path to the window when Jesse called out, “Hey, Psycho, what about these cuffs?”

Fuck me. I did some quick thinking. “Guess you’ll have to figure that out for yourself.”

With that, I made my nefarious exit. This time without stumbling.

Outside the window, I waited ten seconds, then opened it again and tumbled back inside.

“You were supposed to take the cuffs off, Sam,” Jesse whined, though he had a smile on his lips.