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Next, he pulls his phone from his pocket. The sensual beat of Chills by Mickey Valen and Joey Myron reverberates through speakers placed around the room that I can’t see. Grabbing something out of his back pocket, he tosses it on the bed—a bottle of some sort—before shoving his pants down and climbing on the bed, still sporting his crimson red briefs.
Clearly, that’s his favorite color.
He positions himself between my wide fucking open legs, uncapping the mystery bottle. For a minute, I think it’s lube until he pours a generous amount onto my left thigh. Massage oil. A pineapple aroma floats up, meeting my senses as he begins rubbing it in. His touch is firm as he runs his hands up and down, dipping underneath my leg to spread the oil back there. When he applies pressure behind my knee, it feels like a direct line to my groin. My cock drips, and I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle a groan.
Moving on, he switches legs, focusing on my right. This is sensual as fuck, despite him never actually touching me anywhere sexual. He takes his time, ensuring he gets every inch of my legs before moving to my abdomen. Straddling my lower thighs, he’s careful not to graze my cock, and I know he’s taking sick satisfaction in watching me squirm. He pours a small amount onto my chest, setting the bottle beside us before working the oil into my skin.
His face is completely unreadable. If it weren’t for his endlessly dark, blown-out eyes, I would think he was totally unaffected. The air in the room is thick, the constant eye contact between us heady. Every sense, every nerve ending in my body, feels like they’ve finally come alive. It’s visceral, the way he’s making me feel.
His fingers circle my nipple at the same time, tweaking and making me cry out. That has his eyes darkening even further, hips rolling on top of me, the very tip of his erection brushing against mine. My eyes roll back at the feel of him.
“You’re so pretty, cariño.” The rough gravel of his voice sends a shiver down my spine as his devilish eyes, sinful and gleaming, devour me. “I bet you bleed pretty. I bet you cry pretty, too.” His body towers over mine now, full, cherry red lips brushing against my ear. “And I bet when you’re turned inside out and fucking ruined for me, you’ll be the prettiest fucking mess I’ve ever tasted.”
My entire body is coiled tight, like a hair-trigger ready to explode. I’m desperate for him to stroke me, to fill me up, and I’m almost to the point of begging.
6
MATEO ROJAS
He’s putty underneath me. Body eager for release. Just the way I want him.
Terrible Lie by Nine Inch Nails fills the air, accompanied by Travis’s breathless pants. Watching him writhe with my hands roaming his body is almost too much, but I don’t let it show. His body is beautiful; a pale blank canvas with long limbs and smooth skin. God, he’d look so fucking good marked up by me. Something I plan to do in spades. Leave bruises, cut him open and watch him bleed, have him begging for mercy.
“You like this, cariño?” I purr, inching my hands closer to his red, throbbing cock. “Look at how you shake for me, baby.” Leaning down, my lips hover over his. “Like a pathetic, needy slut,” I spit out, flicking my tongue inside his mouth before sitting back.
Baring his teeth, he shakes his arms, testing the straps. “Fuck you,” he grits.
“You want me to touch your cock?” My fingers walk along his pubic line, his stomach dipping, ab muscles tensing. He glares at me, a sadistic laugh bubbling out of me at the sight. “Beg me, cariño. Beg me to wrap my oiled up, slick palm around your throbbing cock. Beg me to slide my fist up and down, up and down, while you lose your mind. Or better yet… beg me to fill up your tight little cunt while you cry out my name.”
His eyes turn into angry slits as he tugs on the restraints again. “Fuck you,” he repeats. “Take these fucking things off me, asshole. I’m not begging you for shit.”
A grin slides onto my face that I’m positive looks demonic as I lean forward, left arm resting beside his head, while my right cracks down sharply against his cheek before gripping his face in my palm.
His blue eyes go wide as he stares at me, stunned silent.
“We’re gonna have to teach you some manners, cariño.” I rub the affected cheek while simultaneously rolling my hips into his, causing him to groan. “But don’t worry, baby. I can be patient.”
Prisoner by Raphael Lake, Aaron Levy, and Daniel Ryan Murphy filters through the speakers. The bass thumps sensually as I climb off the bed, never taking my eyes off Travis while I push open the chest, pulling out more fun toys he’s probably going to have a conniption about.
He really does look so damn beautiful right now, helpless and immobile, spread wide open, giving me a delicious view of everything I plan to destroy by the end of the night. His skin is pulled taut and flushed pink, beads of sweat glistening under the glow of the red lights. My teeth ache to sink into his perfect complexation, marking him for anyone to see. Marking him as mine, because if he thinks this is truly just tonight, he’s got another thing coming.
Wild, cautious eyes track my every move as I climb back on the bed and position myself over his thighs again. His cock ruts out at my proximity, the tip slick with his evident arousal. My mouth waters with an undeniable need to taste him—taste how much he wants me, how much his body goes against his mind.
Travis glances down at my hands, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “The hell is that?”
“You need to learn to be quiet, cariño.” Without another word, I lean down, my tongue flicking out against his left nipple. It tightens under my mouth, and when my teeth graze along the sensitive flesh, he gasps, back arching off the bed.
“Mateo…” My name is a breathy moan that he probably doesn’t even realize slipped off his tongue. My cock twitches at the sound.
Using my teeth to tug just hard enough to bring some pain, I pull back, placing one rubber-tipped clamp on the swollen bud as his eyes fly to mine, lips parting with a hiss. I repeat the same process on the other side before pulling, not so gently, on the metal chain the clamps are connected to, causing his upper half to lift slightly off the bed. When my lips meet his, I feel it everywhere. His tongue slips into my mouth, brushing against mine as I release the chain, letting him fall back onto the bed.
One hand crawls up to his neck, wrapping around and squeezing just enough while my other slips between us, taking his silky, hard length in my palm. He’s burning hot to touch, whimpering into my mouth as I stroke him. Ripping my lips away, I work my way along his jaw, nipping as I go, until I reach his neck. Flicking my tongue against his earlobe, I can’t help the smirk that slides into place as I feel him shiver beneath me, goosebumps popping up on his flesh.
He's so fucking responsive. I can’t get enough.
I run my thumb over his slit, gathering his precum and smearing it around before bringing it up to my mouth. He watches in rapt silence as I slip it past my lips, sucking it clean. His masculine, salty flavor seeps into my taste buds, and I want more. I need to taste more of him. Feel his weight against my tongue. Watch his face go lax from the pleasure I bring him.
Needing all of that and more, I slide down his body, positioning myself between his legs as the song switches to Feel You Out by Landon Tewers. I wrap my lips around his flared head, running my pierced tongue along the slit. His thighs tremble, breathing labored as he gazes down at me, a fervent type of hunger dancing in his eyes.
