Page 169 of Brainwashed
“Taste me, Dr. Want,” I pant, gripping his dreadlocks in my fists. “I want to be inside you.”
He’s like an animal, grunting and growling, sucking and biting at me, licking my blood and smearing it all over my skin. He comes back up to my mouth, kissing me dizzy while rubbing his chest on mine, getting blood all over us both.
The taste of copper in our mouths is intoxicating. We’re both drunk and high on this. Dazed and sick and aroused as fucking hell.
“I want to eat you alive, Felix Darcey,” he snarls, trailing his mouth back down my throat, my chest, then my abs. The surrounding water is dull pink from the blood as he drags his lips along my body, murmuring, “Take this.” He shoves the straight razor at me, then lifts my hips out of the water.
Humming, I watch in anticipation while he kisses and sucks through the lines of my abs, then down my pelvis. He kisses everywhere, purposely ignoring my dick, which is stretched so hard it’s bobbing, aching, with a shiny head and veins all over. Lem’s eyes come back to mine and he flicks his tongue on the crown, but only once. Enough for me to leak before he goes back to teasing. He moves down my nuts, brushing them slowly with his full lips. Then he kisses my inner thighs, down my legs, nuzzling his face in the hair on my thighs, then calves.
I think this is a moment for him… One when he’s not only letting his inner psycho free, but also his inner bisexual. He’s allowing himself to worship my body, explore the places where I’m inherently male.
I have to admit, it’s turning me on like crazy. This arrow-straight older man cherishing me with his mouth and his tongue and his touch. It’s like my latent fantasy come true.
Lem sits back, pulling my foot out of the water. Then he runs his lips up the arch, tugging my leg between his, grinding his dick on the underside of my thigh while he pops my big toe into his mouth and sucks.
“Fuck…” I tremble from the awkward yet tickling sensation of it.
I’m not a foot guy at all, and I don’t think he is either. But there’s something about him wanting to kiss and lick and suck everysinglepart of my body that has me quaking down to my core.
He groans out of pure animalistic hunger, lapping each of my toes before running my foot down his chest, and his abs. He presses it up to his dick and I mewl, watching him thrust his huge cock against my arch.
“God, baby,yes…” I gasp, out of breath and panting. “Use me. Use every piece of me.”
“Felix, you drive me crazy,” he whines, eyes drooping in the sheer intoxication of what we’re doing. “I was normal before you.”
“Sure.” I chuckle, and he grins lazily.“Keep telling yourself that.”
He drops my foot and growls, “Get on all fours. I’m eating the fuck outta your ass.”
I press my lips together to stifle my groan. He’s never done that to me before.
Flipping over, I get on my hands and knees in the tub, reddish water splashing around as he grabs my ass. He spreads me open and lets out a sigh, like he’sstarvingand finally sitting down to a gourmet meal. Then his tongue swipes over my asshole.
I hum and bite my lip. He does it again, slower this time, licking me gradually before kissing me right on the rim. His lips are like pillows, sucking at my asshole in between tracing it with his powerful tongue, around and around, in punishing circles.
“Goddammit, Felix…” he rasps, mouth buried in my ass. “You taste goodeverywhere. You’re so sweet, baby. Tight, sweet little hole.”
“Fuck me…” I urge my hips back, giving him my ass to devour, which he does. I’m so dizzy I can barely hold myself up, my cock leaking precum into the water while he growls filthy words directly inside my body.
“I could eat you for hours, baby.Days… I want to cum in your ass and eat it out, you sweet, sick little slut.”
“Lem,” I cry, all wound up and so needy I think I might collapse. “Please fuck me. I need you in me.Please.”
He huffs, prying himself away from my ass and flipping me back around. When our eyes meet, we stare at each other, breaths heaving, blood stains on our faces. We look like total psychos, and I’ve never been more in love, and more desperate to come.
Lem’s eyes drop to the blade in my hand. So do mine. And without another thought, I slice his chest. In the same spot he did mine.
He looks shocked, for all of two seconds, before he chokes out a jagged groan.
His blood trickles slowly down his body as he pleads, in a voice throaty with need, “Get on my cock, sick boy.”
“You’re so fucking sick,” I tell him gruffly, scrambling to straddle his hips.
“You’re evil.” He grabs my face, breathing over my lips. “Vile.”
“You’re fucking beautiful.” I fist his cock, which is now covered in his blood.
He grips my ass hard in his hands, spreading me open and helping me position myself.
