Page 42 of Who The Hell Are You?

“You like this?” He purrs, running his nose down the bridge of mine, softly touching my lips. “Is this ok?”

I nod frantically and his grip tightens just slightly more. The friction on my throat is the right amount of pressure, I honestly think I could cum in my pants, untouched. I don't recognise myself when I feel this overpowered, but everything other than us falls away and I understand his point. There's nothing left but the adrenaline and the unknown.

“Fuck Baby, your pupils are dialating.” Dragging me forward by my throat, our lips crash together and I greedily suck on his tongue. “Fucccck.” Miles growls. “Use your words, tell me how this feels.” He presses his thumb testing against my pulse point, before easing back so I can gulp in air.

“So fucking good, I l-love it.”

“Would you want this sexual dynamic with me?”

I think of Yourghostboy, the lines blurring again as I imagine Miles taking from me like he does. I gave him basic trust, but thinking of how truly open I could be with the man currently nibbling on my lips makes me feel like desire is bleeding directly from my heart.

“Yes. Would you want it too?”

“Baby I’d let you do absolutely anything you wanted to me.”

We kiss more, barely feeling the motion of the wheel turning below us. We hit the top and pause, his lips leaving mine but only to kiss along my jaw as he tightens his grip again. I swallow against his palm and the sensation makes my toes curl, my skin flush, my brain ceases to work and I feel my underwear start to get wet with pre-cum. The friction of my jeans against my cock is sending me wild, but what pushes me over the edge is when he grips me over my trousers.

Oh fuck. He’s going to make me cum in my pants.

“Tell me, Cassie Sweetheart, when I slide my dick into your tight little virgin ass, how long do you think it’ll take before you’re spraying down the sheets with cum?”

My full body tightens, back arching and I nearly float right off the bench. “M-miley I’m—fuck I’m coming. Fucccccck, Baby.”

Releasing my neck, he strokes his thumb over my Adam's apple, taking each one of my gasping breaths as he reverently kisses me. He clamps down over my dick and I didn't even realise I'd been humping his hand. Never in my adult life did I think I’d come in my pants, so I drop my head into his shoulder and try to get my breathing under control. His palm milks more cum out the tip, the last twitch of my body dragging out every last ounce of energy. If I wasn't sitting I'd collapse.

Lifting my heavy arms I wrap them around Miles’s neck, placing my entire trust in him keeping me sane right now. Slight embarrassment starts to seep in, just like the cold mess in my underwear, but sensing the turmoil starting to happen, his finger dips under my chin and he lifts my face up enough to look at him.

“Hey, it's ok. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen.”

I blush and preen all at the same time, pressing my face back into his neck.

Chuckling softly, one arm wraps around my shoulder to support me into him and the other softly strokes my jaw. “You're so fucking beautiful Cassie. Thank you.” I don't ask what for, so I just squeeze him tighter and feel the Ferris wheel resume taking us back down. Images of what he promises to do to me floods my system, as well as a strange sadness that I don't understand. I think of my ghostface stranger, and it's the bucket of ice I need to wake the fuck up.

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Cassie only pushed me away when I offered to help him clean up in a portaloo, but soon after he was snuggled into my side again and I led us through the throng of squealing tourists. He hates the wailing horror actors. It's adorable how skittish he is and at least this time he's laughing when an actor dressed as Abigail pops out around a corner.

Everyone seems satisfied with their Halloween fix and after sending out the text signal, everyone meets us at the car. Cassie drives us–including his damp crotch–back to the cabin. I'd bought him a little gift whilst he was occupied, but it could wait another day, because all we seemed focused on was getting in a room and stripping out of our clothes as quickly as possible.

Pushing me inside his room, we've barely gotten our jackets off and t-shirts pulled over our heads, when Cassie pushes me down on the bed. Everyone else has taken themselves outside to get the firepit started, meaning I can have him all to myself.

He doesn't follow me down, instead looming between my legs as he pops open the button on his jeans with one hand and well, the simple action makes my dick swoon. I've been painfully hard since the Ferris wheel and I need him to make me come.

“Come here.” I crook my finger, but Cassie shakes his head. I slowly tilt my head, the action making him freeze, mouth open and I see a tremble in his perfectly toned arms ripple. He's a masterpiece; a dark inked work of art. The Inkedreaper is the perfect alter ego name for him, because he could be here to take my soul and I’d lay down, arms spread, ready for him.

Leaning back on my elbows, he lowers his zipper and maybe he did claim my soul, because he drops both his trousers and underwear in one fluid motion. The soft glow from the string lights cast shadows in each groove of his gorgeous body, his thick thighs flex and already his dick is back to saluting me.

“Baby, you're weeping for me. Come here.” I growl the last part, but my devious archangel just smirks.

Moving closer to the bed, he drops to one knee and then the other, stealing my breath as he slaps his hands onto my hips and wrestles the rest of my clothes off. I lift for him to take off my underwear and then suddenly I'm naked too, not able to even blink before his hot, wet mouth wraps around my dick. I choke, sitting up, but Cassie snakes his hand onto my chest and presses me back down. He's hesitant for one tiny moment, before he slowly takes me further into his mouth, testing his limits before he gags.

The noise goes straight to my balls and I moan, becoming harder and he takes that as a very good sign to continue. I feel his cheeks hollow around my cock, before he starts to bob his head up and down, in such a perfect way that will tease the orgasm straight out of me. When he gets to the tip, his tongue swirls around my head, before he does it all over again.

“Cassie, you're so fucking perfect. This feels so good–fuck!” I shout, not caring who hears because right now it feels like this room is our own personal snowglobe. “Your mouth around my dick is euphoric, Love.” My head hits the bedding behind me, stars already blinking into my eyes as I feel my orgasm building. My balls are so full for him, and the moment his hand grabs me by the base and starts to tug in the same pull as his mouth, I'm done for.

A gentleman would pull himself out, in case he doesn't want his first mouthful of cum, but the possessive, wild man inside me wants to fill him up to the brim. Grabbing a handful of curls, I start to fuck up into his mouth, our eyes clashing and his are full of tears. “I'm going to come down your throat and you're going to swallow every drop. Waste any and I'll feed it back to you with my fingers.”

Moaning loudly around me, my entire body tightens at the noise. I come so hard. The more his mouth and tongue work my dick, the more I keep feeding him. Gasping, moaning, I wither underneath his touch and my hand scrambled to take his where it still rests on my chest. He licks me clean and I roll my head to the side to watch as he laps at my tip.