Page 78 of Below The Surface
“What do you like about Nightmare’s show?”
“Watching Nightmare take justice into their own hands.”
Kay drags the knife over my other collarbone and there’s something about the small slash of pain that makes me harder.
“So you enjoy the show?” He ruts his hips along mine, ensuring our dicks slot together again.
“Very much.”
“Any more secrets or confessions?” Kay asks, with his knife sliding down to my happy trail.
“Not that I can think of right now.”
“Good.” He leans forward to kiss me. His hand tugs at my hair and he exposes my neck to his lips. “I’m going to ride you now, unless you have an objection.” He grips my cock.
“None. Ride away.”
Slowly Kay takes me. His eyes roll back, a low moan escaping his lips as I fill him completely. It’s as if he’s on a plane of existence that’s simply pleasure.
And then he’s moving, frantic. Chaotic. Kay rides me hard, his body slamming down onto mine with each thrust. I meet him stroke for stroke, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The room fills with the sound of our flesh slapping together, the wet, sucking noises of our bodies joining and parting.
Kay’s hands are everywhere, clawing at my chest, gripping my hair, digging into my sides to pull me deeper into him. He chases pleasure with single-minded focus. And I’m right there with him, lost in the primal, animalistic need to claim, to possess, tofuck.
“Harder,” Kay pants, his voice hoarse. I grip his hips, slamming into him with all my strength. A strangled cry tears from his throat as he comes, spurting hot cum between us.
The sight of him, the feel of him, pushes me over the edge. I thrust deeper. My body shudders as I come, filling him with my release. He collapses onto my chest, smearing his cum between us.
Kay brushes a lock of hair from my forehead, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I’m Nightmare,” he says so softly I wonder if I heard him correctly. “My name’s Casey.”
“Casey,” I whisper the name. It’s perfect.
I wrap my arm around him, claiming him. He might be a nightmare to the people on his livestream, but to me he’s a hero.
25
DALLAS
I watch Casey sleep. It’s probably the most peaceful I’ve ever seen him. Before the whole stalker thing, he always pushed me out, and I didn’t care. It was just sex, after all. But now. Now it’s more.
“You know it’s creepy watching people sleep like that.” Casey doesn’t even open his eyes, he just wiggles closer.
“Don’t care.”
He smiles and wraps his arm around me again.
“I wanna take you on an official date. If you’re available tonight.”
Casey nods and slots his head onto my chest. He’s so touchy feely and I can’t get enough of his caresses. “You’re the only one besides Kendra that knows me.”
“But I don’t. You’re still hiding.”
He tenses up. “What do you want to know?” Finally, he looks up at me. Sleep crusted, eyes and all. He’s still beautiful. “You know I’m a killer and that won’t change. I’mnotgiving up Nightmare. He’s too important to me.”
“I’d never ask you to. Nightmare is important to a lot of people. I’d like to be a part of it. If you’ll allow me to. But I want to know about your past. What makes you tick?”
He chews on his lips. “I have to get Kendra’s permission to tell some of it, since it’s her story, too. And she has to approve if you get added to the team.”
I nod and press a kiss to his temple.
