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The connection between us is so fucking rare. Like nothing I have ever felt. I’m fascinated by him. Obsessively. My whole being, it’s zeroed in on him.
I can’t take my eyes off his lean body moving against mine in his sleep. His sweet ass stroking my morning wood between those plump cheeks fucking perfectly. I’m wearing only my briefs, while he still has that ugly shirt and his worn sweats on. Feeling the fabric barriers between us, I regret not having taken them off when I put him to bed.
I’m a couple of inches taller than him, just the right height for my nose to sink into his shiny, wheat-blond hair. Like everything about him, it’s short and neat. The spicy, warm scent of pachouli filling my lungs is surprising. I thought he’d choose a milder fragrance for himself. But it weirdly fits him, and I fucking like those unexpected aspects I’m learning about him.
My arm is trapped under his head, cushioning his soft cheek. I trail my other hand up his thigh, reaching the hem of his shirt and moving it aside. His skin is warm and soft to the touch. My fingers brush lightly over his flat belly, going up to trace each rib on the right side. The hair covering his pec is incredibly soft. When I get to his nipple, I give it a hard tug, and Michael whimpers lightly, pushing his sweet butt more firmly on my throbbing cock.
I glance down at his hurting foot placed on a cushion at the end of the bed. It still looks puffy, and a purple bruise covers the thin skin on top, spreading over the ankle.
If he was anybody else, I’d just fuck him and forget about him. My no-strings-attached way of life includes no names—not even words if I can help it—and no fucks given. I just want to selfishly satisfy my own carnal needs.
This desire I’m feeling has nothing to do with that. Michael is a whole different thing. An inescapable temptation that has burnt inside of my chest from the moment I saw him sitting opposite Meg in that diner. Stretching those fuck-me lips in a smile. I still can’t believe he’s real.
The more I look at his pale skin and feel him near me, the more feral I become. I want to mount him like a wild beast and pump him full of my cum till it trails down his legs. I want to pin him down, hold him with my teeth on his shoulder while hearing him beg me to fuck him harder. I want to ram my cock so deep inside him he’ll feel me in his throat. But I don’t want to hurt him. Ever. Not if pleasure isn’t included in the package.
Anchoring my thigh on top of his, so that he can’t move his leg and accidentally jerk his hurting foot, I push his sweats down. I bare his fair asscheeks and take hold of his hard cock, starting to jerk it using his precum to make the movement slick. My dick is stroking slowly between his cheeks and every time my head bumps against his pink hole, a shiver runs through both of us. His hand suddenly curls around my nape, fisting my hair.
“Raph,” he breaths out, thrusting into my fist while working my length with his ass.
“Spit,” I order him, lifting my hand to his mouth, temporarily releasing him. He obliges straight away, and I go back to beat him off, faster this time.
“Such a good boy.” He moans hearing my words, and I twist my fist on the leaking head every time I pump upwards as a reward for his quick compliance.
His blunt nails sink into my inner wrist, deep. Deeper… drawing blood. The sting turns my arousal all the way on, blinding me with lust. I twist my forearm till it’s wrapped around his neck and start furiously humping his back. I let out a wild growl before letting my teeth dig hard into his shoulder. His cock twitches in my hand, and his sexy cry just pours more fuel on my insanity.
So fucking good.
“More!” he chokes out, scratching his nails on my shoulder, neck, back whatever part he can reach.
I sink my teeth in, bruising deep, and that’s when I hear Micheal loudly cry and feel wet spurts of cum fall on my hand.
My balls draw tight and then I’m orgasming too, grunting and enjoying the sight of my jizz covering Micheal’s back and perfect ass. The feel of his hot tongue licking the blood from my wrist makes me groan, and more cum shoots out of my aching cock. “Fuck!”
Michael freezes, his body stiffening next to mine. My forearm goes back around his neck. Whatever he’s thinking doesn’t fucking matter, because we’re doing this again, and more. So much more as soon as he gets better.
I let go of his softening cock and bring my hand to my mouth, making sure to loudly suck on my cum-covered fingers. He shudders, letting out an eager noise I want to hear every time we fuck.
“I’m sorry.” He sounds somehow ashamed. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I got lost in it. I just…”
“You’re sorry you made me come harder than ever?”
“What?” He turns to face me, and although I miss his sweet butt cradling my cock, his big blue eyes give me equal pleasure.
“Use those little nails all over me,” I growl. “And the licking part?” I push my half-hard shaft against his side as proof of how even the memory of it makes me feel. “So damn hot.”
His body relaxes against mine, and his gaze is filled with awe—and still a hint of wariness. We don’t know each other well, but he’ll learn to trust me fully. His tongue comes out to stroke his lower lip and I can’t resist. I pull his head closer and crush our mouths together. My tongue spears inside and the taste of my blood mixed with his unique one is intoxicating. His mouth on mine creates excitement and need. But there’s something else. Something warm and genuine; something I want to hold tight and never let go.
Too soon? Not soon enough. Not for me. That’s how my psychopathic mind works. I get captivated by something and can’t stop till I have it, possessing it completely. With people? They’re just a scratch I need to fuck out of my system. I get obsessed with donors sometimes and can’t rest till I rid the world of them. But Michael… let’s just say, it was a long fucking time coming.
His phone starts vibrating on top of the green nightstand and he releases my hair to grab it.
The lines forming on his forehead tell me is nothing good.
“Detective Diaz, is something wrong?” His voice is a bit hoarse.
I get closer to hear the other person on the line. “Dr. Caldwell, I’m sorry to call you on your private phone. A nurse at the hospital told me you took a few days off. But we found another body. It’s the same MO as the others, and if you could come to give it a look…”
“He can’t…” I try to speak near the phone, but Michael pushes my face away and turns his head further left, putting more distance between us.
