Page 165 of Love at First Fright

And God, it did feel good.

So bloody good.

Bat’s tongue nudged my lips apart and I opened for him, desperate for more. The kiss turned hungry. Demanding. All teeth and tongue and breathless gasps from me. He pushed me harder against the wall—wooden panels bit into my shoulder blades—his mouth working against mine like he wanted to consume me entirely.

He sucked my tongue deep into his mouth and everything inside me pulled tight, coiling hot and urgent. When his teeth caught my bottom lip—biting enough to sting—a whimper tore free from my throat before I could stop it.

When we broke apart, it took everything in me to restrain myself from moaning, instead gasping, “So, so close,” directly into his ear.

“Wait,” he hissed against my throat.

Bat dropped to his knees. His mouth closed around my cock—no teasing, no warning—taking me straight to the back of his throat. He swallowed around me and my knees nearly gave out. Tears pricked hot at the corners of my eyes.

Fuck, yesterday wasn’t a fluke. He really did give the best head I’d ever experienced.

His hand slid off my ass cheek, fingertips trailing inward, ghosting feather-light against my hole. Just the barest touch, really, but enough to send delicious sparks dancing through me, enough to make me ache for more—for time we didn’t have, for him to twist me around and push himself inside, to take me right here against the cupboard wall.

Crack!

His free hand slapped my thigh. Hard.

I knew what he wanted from me.

My hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in that silky black hair, and I thrust deep into his mouth. He moaned around my cock—the vibration so fucking exquisite—and squeezed my ass in encouragement. Another sharp slap to my thigh. That finger kept circling, pressing just enough to make me desperate but not enough to satisfy, and I was falling apart, coming undone in the darkness with only his hands and mouth to anchor me.

“Yes,” I hissed, pulling his hair harder as I fucked his mouth. “You’re so incredible.”

He hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder, and any semblance of control I had shattered. My hips snapped forward, forcing me deeper down his throat. He didn’t gag, didn’t pull away, just took everything I gave him, and I had no trouble imagining those brown eyes looking up at me in the darkness like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.

I hurtled towards the edge, whole body trembling as my head fell back against the wall. Pressure built in my balls, that familiar tightness coiling low and hot in my belly—

The cupboard door burst open.

Daylight flooded in, brutal and blinding.

Bat lurched backwards in shock. My cock slipped from his throat but my body didn’t care, couldn’t stop. The orgasm tore through me anyway, unstoppable. I came with a strangled cry, white streaks painting Bat’s lips and face as my whole body convulsed with release.

Brad stood in the doorway.

His expression—and the way his eyes were locked on Bat, not me—told me everything. He could see him. Had seen my cock down his throat. Had seen everything.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck.” Each word dropped like a stone between us.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.

I was so dead.

At least Bat would appreciate the eternal company.

Colour flooded Brad’s face, rushing up from his neck in a violent wave of red. His whole body started shaking—not trembling, shaking—like he was caught in some personal earthquake, his head snapping back and forth in violent denial.

He stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over his own feet.

Bat wiped my cum off his mouth with the back of his hand, casual as anything. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

Brad’s mouth opened and shut like a fish gasping for air.