Page 18 of Peep

Chapter 18

Jahmar

I ’m about to check my patient’s vitals when lean arms snake around my waist, making me flinch. “Shit,” I gasp.

Anders chuckles against my neck while grinding his already solid length against the crease of my arse.

“I’ve been watching.” His sultry tone makes the hairs on my arms stand.

I smirk, such a little stalker. My stalker.

Just knowing he’s always there, even when I don’t expect it, makes my cock pulse.

“Have you now?”

I figure the whole kidnapping and castrating would put him off, but it has my little lion in heat.

Anders’ hand trails down my body until he reaches his desired destination, roughly cupping my length through the flimsy scrubs.

“I need to be inside you, Jay,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.

Every cell in my body sparks to life. Yes, fucking hell yes.

“Please,” I manage to murmur as he starts to stroke me with more enthusiasm.

Anders manoeuvres me to the other side of the bed and pushes me onto my hands and knees, stealing the breath from me. The plastic tarp crinkles beneath me.

“Right here?” I pant, looking over my shoulder at him. I’ve awoken a beast.

“Yes,” He glances at the patient like he’s reconsidering it. “Will he wake up?”

I fumble in the pocket of my scrubs for a syringe then flick the cap off. I aim it at the man’s neck and stab him, releasing the sedative.

“He won’t now.” I grin.

Anders releases a low moan. “I’m going to hell,” he purrs, eyes hooded, flashing a dangerous smile.

“That’s fine, as long as you take me with you.” I shoot him a wink.

Those words must be enough to seal our sick fate because Anders furiously drags my scrubs and boxes down my thighs, letting them pool at my knees.

Cool air dances over my pucker as he spreads me open and leans down to press rough kisses over my full cheeks, teasing me with a flick of his tongue over my rim.

I stretch forward, grab the lube from the bedside table and chuck it behind me.

The pop of the cap makes my dick bounce. I glance at the guy next to me, head spinning, thinking about what we're about to do while this evil bastard is passed out beside us. I’m flooded with a sense of power and control. Knowing what I’ve taken from him while I find my own pleasure is more satisfying and arousing than it has any right to be.

I gasp as cool lube dribbles down my crack, slipping down to my winking hole. God, I want this, but it also feels monumental.

“You ok, baby? Is this what you want?”

My heart contracts. I thought nicknames were my thing, but no. Calling me baby and asking for consent tells me everything I need to know—I’m safe with him.

“Never better, but I need you inside me, stat,” I joke like always.

Anders’ laugh booms around the room like a tight hug as he leans back to massage my bum, flushing away any apprehension I may have.

“All in good time. Let me open you up first.”

I groan in disapproval while pushing back against his crotch.

Anders’ wrist snaps, giving me a delicious light slap.

“Stay still.”

I fucking love bossy Anders. I’d run circles around him if he didn’t occasionally put me in my place. And the fact he chooses to unleash this side when we’re intimate is even better. I’m a bratty bottom, always have been, and always will be, and he knows how to handle me and keep me in check.

“Ah, fuck,” I moan as he slips the tip of his finger inside me. There’s a slight burn, but I force myself to unclench so he can glide all the way in. Hooking his finger, he brushes over my throbbing prostate, causing my hips to buck. Anders’ other hand digs into my hip as he drags me back to my original position.

“More,” I demand.

He leans over me and places feather-light kisses down the arch of my back, making me shudder uncontrollably. Every kiss, stroke and caress as he opens me up feels like it’s almost too much, too intimate. My vision begins to blur. Oh god, no way am I going to cry. I refuse to be the kind of guy who sobs during sex.

Another finger breaches my hole, the sting reminding me to get the fuck out of my head and enjoy this. He continues to work me open with such patience, slowly increasing pressure and ferocity as he adds a third finger until my hole is pliant.

Anders twists his hand, flicking my guiche piercing with his thumb. The new sensation has my legs spasming and my cock growing in length.

“Holy fuck,” I sing like I’m part of a slutty church choir.

“You ready to take me, baby?”

“Fuck, yes.”

I peek at the unconscious man next to me, and an unexpected laugh bubbles through me in my state of horny delirium.

“Jahmar, what is it?” Anders asks with an edge of concern.

I look over my shoulder at him, nodding towards the patient.

“This is not normal.” My arse twitches around his fingers as I lose myself to laughter.

“Oh, you’re only just realising? Right before I’m about to shove my cock inside you?” He smiles, dimple popping so gloriously. I attempt a response, but I’m a snickering mess.

Arse up in the air, half dressed in scrubs, about to go to pound town while an unconscious bastard chills beside us. This level of debauchery was not on my bingo card.

“Enough,” Anders playfully scorns, spanking my arse and eliciting a yelp from me.

I muffle my face in the plastic sheet to suppress my chuckle. The sound of Anders rustling with a condom wrapper pricks my ears.

The tip of his cock breaching my tight hole, finally shuts me the fuck up.

“Not laughing now,” he jokes, slipping another inch inside.

I mumble profanities as I try to adjust to the overwhelming fullness.

“You alright? Can I keep going?”

“Yes. God. Please. Now. Every inch,” I garble.

I try to impale myself on his dick, needier than ever. He tightens the grip on my hips, yielding control, and don’t I fucking love it. My arse is his to use right now in any way he sees fit. Slow, fast, rough or soft. I don’t care.

He owns me.

Anders is the only person I’ve allowed inside me since that horrific night, and I have a feeling he’s the only one I’ll ever want inside me again. The weight of that feels almost too much to bear, but with his borrowed strength, I know we can take the load.

Anders’ curved shaft glides the rest of the way in, probing at my sweet spot as he goes. We release equal cries of pleasure as he bottoms out.

“Baby, you feel so fucking good, so fucking tight. You’re squeezing the life out of my cock. I swear to god. It’s too good,” he rambles.

I moan in response to his filthy and unfiltered words.

Anders’ heavy balls rest against my own. There’s not a millimetre of space between us. I wouldn’t mind staying like this forever. The idea of having my channel super-glued to his cock until the end of time sounds delightful, but I crave more; I need movement.

“Destroy me, Anders, make me see stars.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Pulling almost all the way out, he slams back in with no warning.

R.I.P. to my poor little hole.

As he goes to town on me, I praise the lord like I’m suddenly a devout believer. What I believe in is Anders’ cock and Anders’ cock only, that’s my new religion.

“Oh god, that curve, fucking hell.”

Anders leans over me, making my legs buckle and whispers into my ear, “Do you like how my cock curves, baby? How it drags over your prostate, milking you dry.”

“Yes, it’s fucking perfect. Don’t stop, right there.” I’m a panting, withering mess for him as he abuses my hole.

“Fucking look at you, you’re perfect, taking my cock while that guy just lies there. You gave him what he fucking deserved, didn’t you, baby?”

I gasp and throw my head to the side so I can look at the unconscious man. Seeing him weak and defenceless sends me to new heights. We’ve lost our fucking minds, and there’s no way back to sanity after this. The twisted pleasure I feel right now is beyond anything I’ve ever felt before, and if enjoying this makes me a freak, so be it.

Anders grabs my cheeks, squeezing them together and pulling my attention back to him.

“When you come, you’ll look at me.”

“Yesss,” I moan, my voice distorted from his tight grip on my face.

He crashes his lips against mine, loosening his grip so his tongue can dive right in. Slipping his hand beneath me, he tugs at my engorged cock.

I pull my lips away. “Oh god, I’m gonna come. Fuck, Anders.”

“Do it, come with me. I’m close.”

The fire of a thousand matches heats my core before I shoot hot cum over the squeaky plastic sheet. Well, at least that saves on the cleanup.

Anders howls as he unloads inside the condom. Our bodies twitch as we ride out our world-altering orgasms.

My aching hole throbs around his shaft as we recentre ourselves. Anders releases his weight on top of me; the heaviness of his warm body grounds me like never before. He peppers light kisses over my shoulders and neck while tickling my sides with his fingertips. I can’t remember a time when I ever felt so utterly cherished. Joy squeezes at my chest. I thought I’d never have this again.

After several blissful moments, he slips out of me and shuffles to the side. Delicate fingers continue to trace my spine as I rest on my arms.

“That was amazing,” I croak through my now dry throat.

Anders twists one of my ringlets around his finger before pinging it. He holds me captive with a meaningful stare.

“No, Jay, it was much more. It was heaven.”