Page 6 of Ravager

Fuck, I hoped no one was watching, because the idea of keeping it in my pants with this man here was an impossible thought. Bracing myself, I wrapped my palm around the metal pole and prepared myself for the show he’d paid for.

My sexy skull face dropped himself onto the chaise, spreading himself out, one arm braced on the backrest, legs wide to present his goods to me. His pants tented, and he rubbed himself through the fabric with a brazenness that did nothing to make my erection wane, flashing me a winkbefore gesturing for me to begin. Something about that gesture made my brain stutter, but I pushed it away.

I looked at the camera again. No way they weren’t getting more of a spectacle than they’d bargained for.

The chase through the maze was the first part. This was his reward, a performance from his captive. A low, rumbling beat started up, and I swayed my hips, letting the pulse of it wash over me.

I’d never felt so damn watched as I moved, dancing and using the pole to fly around, to show off my body. I could move and bend with ease, drift from one position to the next, throwing my legs up, thrusting out my ass, rubbing my glittery skin with my hands and leaning against the pole, stretching the lacy fabric across my flesh to the extreme as I thrust and writhed.

And with each movement, I struggled to look away from the man who had me rapt. I couldn’t get into the dance, into the rhythm of it, because every cell of my being lasered in on him.

When I peeled the bralette from my chest, he unzipped himself and yanked his cock free. It made me falter, lose my place in the dance. And all I could do was stare, frozen for a beat, before he cleared his throat and gestured for me to continue with that cocky assuredness that made my heavyballs squeeze. He’d taken me to the edge of an orgasm already, and a light breeze would have set me shooting off.

He ran his hands up and down his shaft, gathering any pre-cum he found with his thumb and dragging it down, his eyes never leaving mine. I turned away, took a deep breath, and rolled my hips, showing off my back, my ass, the jock strap framing my cheeks, cutting in at the top of my thigh in that perfect, juicy way.

He groaned again, and I heard him spit on his dick, the sound of his masturbation growing slicker, dirtier. My cock fucking shuddered for it, a full shaft-length throb of need.

My hands flew to my ass cheeks, and I rubbed, overcome with the urge to show him more. More of myself. Every inch. I wanted him to worship me like he’d almost done before. No one had ever—

“Show me that hole, beautiful angel,” he moaned, fabric shuffling like he was moving closer. “Show me where my tongue is going to be buried.”

I did it, tugged my cheeks apart for him to look his fill, exposing myself without a thought in my head.

“Bend forward. Show me how far you can fold yourself in half.” His commands made my belly ache. “I know you can do it.”

My heart beat fast as I followed his orders, my dance routine forgotten as I bent at the hips, my cheeks spreading further apart for him as I went. I stopped when my nose was near my knees, and squeezed my eyes shut at how exposed I was. Opening myself to this man seemed natural, necessary.

“You’re so good at that,” my skull face said, and I heard a shuffle as he stood, walking over to me. “Look at you up on that stage, showing me how clever you are, how talented.”

A fingernail trailed down my spine, bumping lightly over every knob of bone as he got closer and closer to where I most wanted him.

“Fucking hell, you’re incredible,” he sighed, almost wistful. “Stay like that.”

I did. Of course I did. Even when I realized what he was doing, how he was getting himself into position behind me. How hot breath fanned across my crack when he settled on his knees and stroked my legs.

When his tongue licked over my rim, from my balls to my spine, it took everything in me not to buckle forward.

“Good boy,” he soothed, his hands running up and down my thighs. “You’re doing so good. Let me taste you properly. Don’t move an inch.”

His hot tongue swirled over my clenching hole, and I cried out, growing dizzy, as he groaned and grew desperate,eating and sucking and licking, tasting me with such thoroughness I thought I might pass out from the pleasure of it. The rasp of his tongue against sensitive, thin skin was indecent, delicious.

He fucked me with his tongue, pressing past the ring of muscle and deeper, as deep as he could get, prodding and roaming and licking to devour me, sending shivers of aching sensation racing down my unsteady legs, and up to heat my neck and chest as I tried to steady my breathing, to not pass out from the sheer intensity of the sensations he was forcing upon me.

I whined when he wouldn’t stop, when I fidgeted to adjust my body to a more comfortable position and he yanked me closer still, his entire face pressed to my ass as he ravaged me. I felt his nose squash against my hole, his kisses planting all over my skin, over the globes of my ass and along my hips. He never stopped moaning and muttering about how delicious I was, how perfect, how much he craved me, and I almost let him keep me like that, upside down, prone, because I wanted him to be happy. I longed to give him everything he asked for.

But my head grew fuzzy and I began to babble, and at last, he let me collapse forward, onto my knees, chasing me down and curving his front around my back so his lips were against my ear, so as much of our bodies touchedas possible. I was almost naked, but he was fully dressed, the denim and cotton of his clothes scratchy against my flushed skin.

I was sweating, loopy with lust and pleasure, and the sensation of him at my rear kicked up something primal in me. He’d captured me in that maze.

“I was right,” he whispered, nipping at my lobe. “You do taste fucking amazing. Such a good boy for me, angel baby.”

A laugh fell from me at the name, at my position, and at how messed up he had me. Christ, I’d never been so gone for someone I didn’t even know.

“You want to taste me?” he asked, his voice almost wavering, his confidence ebbing just a touch. I’m not sure anyone else would even have noticed, but I found myself straining round to meet his mouth, to reassure him.

I kissed him, a soft one at the side of his lips. They were painted black, and some of the pigment would transfer to me if I wasn’t careful. I must have a black-and-white striped dick and ass now, too, though, so who really cared?

The gasp that fell from him as our lips met was like nothing I would have expected. “Angel,” he sighed, then cupped my jaw, turning me and making my entire body twist around so I was on my back, thumping to the stage with him looming over me.

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