I couldn’t move away. I couldn’t stop myself from letting my tongue continue the fight we started. His hand in my hair gripped harder, and the pain made me groan, my mouth opening further for him to explore.
“Mmm, Baby. That’s right. Taste me. You asked for this, Liebling.”
I felt his cock lengthen further as he pressed it into my own. The flimsy fabric of my boxers was shamefully thin, and I couldn’t stop him from feeling how hard I was.
For him…
“Wanna tell me again, how straight you are? Suck on my tongue again while you tell me you like girls.”
His words made something in me snap, and I bit his damn tongue, the splash of metallic spilling in my mouth while I shoved off him, pulling away from his smirking face.
“You’re fucking insane,” I snarled, pushing down my erection with all my strength until the pain made me soften.
Judas twisted and caught my wrist, and I looked at him. Blood poured out of his mouth. I cut him deep, but he’d heal all too soon. My handcuffs were still in my belt on my pants, a little ways from here. Maybe I can flip this on him and play his stupid ass game.
“Hide and seek, right?” I got to my feet, wiping away what I could of the mud.
Judas’s eyebrow perked up, and he smiled.
“You didn’t play right, big boy. You broke the rules.”
I tried to refrain from cursing at him and took a deep breath instead. “Fair enough. Why don’t you count, and I’ll hide now, and you can find me.”
He didn’t seem to buy that I wanted to play a dumb kids’ game, but his enjoyment of playing any game overcame his skeptical look, and he finally walked toward a tree, covering his eyes.
“One penis…two penises…wait penises? Maybe penile? No, No, Judie! Damn, I need to restart now…One Randy Pandy dick…two…”
He began his solo arguments with random numbers included, and I bolted toward my tactile belt and pants in that damn mud.
When Judas Masters found me, I’d be ready, and this inmate would finally go back behind bars.
The farther I ran from him, the more I felt the heat on my skin.
Why do I still feel his fucking lips on mine?
Why the fuck can’t I keep this man off of me?
I was supposed to hide and get this shit done once and for all.
I was good at being hidden. Hell, I spent most of my life concealing the real Randall King.
Hide my past, hide my emotions, hide all the pain and failures. I had to push it all away and be the man everyone expected me to be.
But Judas fucking Masters saw me, no matter how hard I tried to disappear, and it wasn’t the façade I gave everyone else.
It was just…me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Judas
“Ready or not,here I will explode in orgasms—I mean…come.”
I let the words ride the thunder like I wanted to do to Randy Pandy as the rain plastered my hair and ran down my fucking neck like itchy spiders.
The storm wrapped the forest in a blur of black and gray, and I grinned, letting it hide me even though I was the seeker. That little shit managed to ‘uno-reverse’ me.
But I couldn’t deny his need to play.
