Page 73 of Make Me Scream
“Fuck, you’re dirty.”
“Mmhm,” I hum against him, and he lurches.
“Jesus.”
His reaction makes me chuckle, and I get to work on soaking the rest of his cock in saliva to make its descent into my throat easier. By the time he’s dripping, my own dick is throbbing, and the only thought in my head is swallowing Jason’s load.
That is until I close my eyes and his dick slides down my throat and Peris is the only thing on my mind—his smell, his taste, his voice…
“Oh, yeah, damn, baby boy.” His fingers spread through my hair, blunt nails scratching along my scalp.
I shiver, even as I scrunch my eyes shut, willing Jason to quit talking. I grunt as I suck him down, working my tongue along the bottom of his shaft, curling it along the vein pulsing. I lose myself to it for long minutes, jaw aching and throbbing in time with his dick until he eventually pulls me to my feet and nearly draws me into a kiss.
I pull back with a dazed squeak, my eyes wide. Jason just chuckles, his own at half-mast. He reaches down and grabs my ass and hauls me up against him. I yelp and scramble for purchase, arms twining around his neck.
My head falls into his neck, and I chuckle breathlessly against him as his fingers massage my ass as he carries us to the bed and drops me down onto the mattress. I squeal as I flop onto it, limbs flailing. Jason chuckles, and I follow suit once I catch my breath.
“Fuck, that startled me!” I accuse him, pointing my finger up at him and jutting my bottom lip out.
“Awe, poor baby,” Jason acquiesces, crawling up the bed and in between my legs. I spread them wide, grinning at him.
“I know, poor me.” I pout, reaching for him. When he settles between my legs, I wrap them around his waist, clenching tight. Jason’s breath hitches when my clothed cock comes into contact with his bare one. I grind our crotches together, grin getting wider the more breathless he becomes.
“Okay, now it’s time for you to get off me, babe,” I tell him earnestly, wriggling my ass.
“Why?” he asks, looking down at our groins pressed together, and he dips down to try and suck a mark into my neck.
“Uh-uh,” Itskhim. “No marks either.”
“Damn, you’re demanding.”
“And you love it.” I nip at him. “Now move.”
He rolls off with a grunt, and I strip my clothes and reach down to grab my cock. “Grab my bag?” I bat my eyelashes, and Jason looks up at me, his dark brows raised. He blows out a breath and heaves himself up.
He drops my backpack beside me, and I rifle through it until I find my bottle of lube. “You’ve got condoms, don’t you?”
“You don’t?” he asks, sounding surprised.
“I know,” I reprimand myself. “I’m truly slacking, I tell you. You’re my first in so long,” I tell him, licking my lips and fluttering my lashes, just to get him going even harder, and he eats it up just like I knew he would.
I drop my bag to the floor and lean back on the bed, waggling the bottle of lube in front of my face. The cap pops open easily, slightly sticky from use and halfway gone. I dump some on my fingers and reach down between my spread legs. All the while, Jason stares at me,entranced.
Heat blooms on my face as I reach between my legs, sticky fingers skimming my dick. I cup my balls and groan loudly as my fingers tease my taint, pressing against it.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jason groans loudly, crawling across the bed, and I smirk.
“I know.”
“Cocky, too.”
“Mmm.” I moan as I circle my entrance, putting on a show for Jason as I feel how the skin is tight and wrinkled and soft. It’s hard to believe it’s been a couple weeks since I’ve been fucked.
Since Peris has fucked me…
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to halt that train of thought right in its path, but just like every part of me where Peris is involved, he takes over. Beams of golden-green flash in my mind’s eye, causing my lips to part as the depth of color slowly blurs and then fades into long, veiny arms that bounce a basketball on an old, shitty park court.
My eyes follow the lines of veins up his exposed biceps to brown curls that recoil with his movement, and I feel the ache in my fingers—the desperation to feel those very curls in my own hands.
