“Are you going to touch me?”Please touch me. Do all the dirty things that I know are running through your mind.
I felt his hard stare, and my body trembled. My excitement grew when he replied, “I’m deciding what to do with you first.”
“I have some suggestions, if you need a little creative help,” I teased. “The first one being, maybe remove the mask? So I can, ya know, see your sexy face?”
Kellen cracked his neck side to side. “Nah.”
My eyebrows pulled together. “No?”
His nonchalant shrug struck me as odd. Every other time we’d messed around lately, he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on me. That wasn’t going to be possible with the stupid demon mask on. “‘Tis the season and all.” He stood and slowly undid his belt buckle, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. “Take my dick out.”
I smiled at him and just had to assume that, beneath the mask, he was smiling back. “With pleasure.” I stepped forward and reached for him. Before I made contact, he shoved me roughly to my knees. He’d brought the chair over to the edge of the rug in this sitting area when he’d turned it around, so I landed on the hardwood, banging my knees on the floor with a dull thud. He must not have noticed the slight grimace I made from the pain, because he stood there silently, waiting.
I shoved his pants and boxers down to his boots, freeing his cock. He was cut, and hard, dripping with arousal, and his balls hung heavy and low between his legs. Every part of him was begging to be swallowed.
“Open wide,” he commanded, and I did as told. He held my head in his hands and fed me his cock, one inch at a time. I gagged as he entered my throat, and he held the position until I relaxed around him. “Now suck.”
Bossy motherfucker. Maybe he’d had a rough time in class or at work today and needed to let off some steam. I was more than happy to provide an outlet for him. And hehadsaid he liked to dominate in bed. I clamped my lips around him and sucked hard as I pulled back, then bobbed back and forth, taking him in and out with gusto. I rubbed and tugged on his sack and was rewarded with a salty squirt on my tongue that I sucked down, popping off him and licking my lips afterward.
He held my chin in a firm grip and tilted my head up. I sucked his thumb in when he brushed it over my wet lips, and flicked the tip of my tongue against it. “You are a little slut, aren’t you?” he said. “Seems my kitten has been hiding a naughty side. You like things rough?”
“Yes,” I whispered, practically jumping for joy inside. I felt seen. Other than my grandma, who really did not need to be popping into my head right now, Kellen was one of the only people who’d ever made me feel like that. I appreciated that he paid attention and picked up on things.
“Let’s see that wicked tongue of yours.” I parted my lips and stuck it out. He tapped his heavy dick against it, and then rested it in the center. I held perfectly still, like my tongue was a shelf to display his perfect cock. “You feel that?” I nodded carefully. “I’m going to fuck this hole first.” He thrust gently, sliding over my tongue. “And then later I’m going to fucking destroy your other hole. I bet that little pucker of yours tastes as sweet as sin.”
A stream of excitement dribbled from my dick and slowly plopped down to the floor. I had a fleeting thought, wondering how bad cum was for polished wood, but I’d worry about that later. Drool pooled below my tongue and dribbled down my chin.
He gripped my face with both hands again. “Now keep those hands behind your back. You don’t come until I say.” Before I could acknowledge his command, he pulled out almost the whole way and then plowed right back in, deep into my throat. My eyes closed, and I squeezed my hands together tightly against my lower back so I wouldn’t reach down and stroke myself. “Eyes open,” he barked. They flew back open, and I watched as he roughly fucked my mouth over and over with no mercy, his hips a blur. The way his abs tightened as he held my head still and used me was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.
My dick was throbbing, begging to be touched, but I held back, doing as I was instructed. I had a feeling the reward would be worth it, and I wanted to please Kellen. I’d never had such a strong urge to make someone proud, and with my mouth of all things. “Ah. Fuck. Yes,” he whisper-hissed. His thrusting had become as stuttered as his words until he abruptly stopped. My face was pressed against his pelvis as his cock pulsed, sending his release down my throat. My eyes watered, and the salty tears dripped down, mixing with my saliva. I sent a silent command to my cock:Do NOT come yet.
It was in this position that he wrapped his hands around my neck and rested his thumbs just above my Cupid’s bow. Kellen tipped my head up, and my eyes raised to meet his. In the low light, his black mask glittered menacingly, matching the sharp gleam in his eyes.
“Think you deserve to come now?” I made the slightest of nods, unable to move my head beyond that due to his tight grip. “Do you trust me?” Another nod from me. He pressed his thumbs up to my nostrils, effectively cutting off my air supply. My eyes swam and spots began to appear in my vision. I struggled to stay focused on the haunted, dark brown eyes, the only part of him I could truly see right now. I blinked sluggishly. “Beautiful,” he whispered.
Kellen’s soft cock, still in my mouth, hardened again. He moved his thumbs, and I sucked in air through my nose while he began to fuck my mouth.
I let out a muffled cry as my orgasm burst from me. Kellen continued using me until he let out a very dirty moan and spilled his release a second time. Because he wasn’t deep-throating me, this time I could taste him. I sucked as much of his release from him as I could, and licked up what dribbled as he pulled out.
“Your mouth is perfect,” he said with a sigh after letting go of me. “It’s a damn shame.”
I must have missed something he’d said between those two sentences, because that last one did not make sense to me. But I was too tired and too spent to ask him to repeat himself.
He redid his pants and helped me over to the bed. When he started walking toward the door to the hallway, my heart flipped. “You’re not leaving, are you?” My voice was raspy from how rough he’d been with me.
But he just smacked his hand against the light switch, putting the room in darkness. He felt his way over to the bed, where I now lay naked, snuggled under the sheets and heaps of blankets. I heard the rustling of clothing, and then he slipped under the sheets with me. I reached out and tentatively touched his face. Warm skin met my fingers, and I sighed in relief.
“Get some rest, little kitten. I have a surprise for you when you wake up.”
5
It couldn’t have been more than a few hours later when my bladder started yelling at me and my eyes popped open. The room was pitch-black. It may have still been the middle of the night, but I wasn’t sure since the drapes were pulled shut. Not wanting to wake Kellen, who snored softly on the pillow beside me, I left the small lamp on the nightstand off. Slipping out of bed, I slowly made my way to the bathroom. The door creaked the tiniest bit when I opened it. Reaching in, I flipped on the light and slipped inside before the brightness could make it over to the bed. After doing my business and washing my hands, I decided to take a quick shower and brush my teeth before going back to bed. After the intensity of what we’d done, I wanted to get cleaned up in case there was some sort of round two before we left.
Kellen must have snuck in here and taken a shower after I’d fallen asleep. There was a towel drying on the rack, and the interior of the massive glass shower was still wet when I stepped inside. I made quick work of getting clean, and as I stood in front of the mirror afterward, brushing my teeth, I was fixated by the little bruises spotted on my neck. I could tell exactly where Kellen had gripped. And because my cock was a slut, seeing those bruises and remembering that lightheaded feeling when I’d thought I was about to pass out, blood rushed south, and I was left with a painfully hard dick.
“Well, that’s just great,” I muttered to myself. “I’m already done showering.” I hung my towel up beside Kellen’s on the rack and cracked the bathroom door open. There was just enough light to make out his sleeping form on the bed. I blew out a frustrated breath and was about to give in and jump back in the shower to take care of my little problem, when I heard Kellen call out from the bedroom.
“Come sit on my dick.”
