Page 6 of Secrets and Lies
Why not lean into it and explore a side of myself that I’ve spent years ignoring? It’s not like I’ll ever get a chance like this again. And if neither of us knows who the other is, then it doesn’t really count, right?
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
I have no clue what I want, what I can even ask for. I just need more.
He rocks his hips again, then keeps rocking them in a steady rhythm. “Is this what you want?”
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt rushes through me, and I barely manage to bite back a cry as he switches to grinding down on me.
His laugh is soft and dark as he stops moving, and I can’t stop my grunt of protest when he lifts himself up so there’s a few inches of space between us.
“Or maybe.” He shifts my arms so he can pin both of my wrists with one hand. “You’d prefer this?” he asks in a husky voice as he reaches between us and closes his big hand around my length.
My cry is strained and desperate as he gives me a hard squeeze over my clothes, and I instinctively press up into his touch as my body screams for more.
“You’re so hard for me,” he says, and there’s something about his voice that makes me pause.
It’s still that same sexy rasp from before, but there’s an undertone of appreciation in it that I’m not expecting.
“Pick one, or I will.” He gives me a few more strokes, then abruptly releases my dick. “Or maybe I should make you getmeoff.”
The excitement that tightens my chest isn’t exactly unexpected considering everything else I’m learning about myself tonight, but it’s definitely unwelcome.
Why the fuck is the thought of a masked stranger forcing me to get him off making my dick so hard it actually hurts?
“What do you think of that?” he taunts softly. “Do you want me to sit on your chest and make you suck my dick? I bet you’d sound so fucking hot choking on it, feel so good as I fuck your throat.”
More arousal floods my system, and my mouth actually waters as I picture him doing exactly what he just threatened.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me?
I’ve never sucked a dick. I’ve thought about it, wondered about it, and watched other guys do it on the internet, but I’ve never even considered doing it to someone in real life.
Even though the thought of one of my frat brothers fucking my face out in the open like this, where anyone could see us, should freak me the fuck out, it doesn’t.
How the hell did I go from casually wondering what it would be like to give a guy head to practically drooling at the threat of getting skull fucked?
“Yeah, I thought so.” He pulls his hand off my dick and roughly grabs my wrist again. I wiggle a bit, giving some token resistance, but he just grips me tighter. “Too bad we don’t have the time or the cover to have some real fun,” he says in a breathy voice as he leans down so our cheeks brush, the slippery material of his mask sliding gently against mine. “But that’s fine. I don’t need time, or cover, to get off.”
My head is spinning as he starts frotting against me, dragging and circling his dick over mine as he pins me to the ground and uses me like I’m nothing more than a sex toy.
It’s fucked up, but there’s something about being used like this that’s making every brush of his dick against mine that much more incredible. Maybe it’s the fact that I don’t have to be in charge of anything and can just lie here while he does all the work that’s so freeing. I don’t have to think or fight to stay present; I can just feel and exist.
Or maybe it’s that he’s a guy and this is my first time experimenting with my bi-curiosity that’s overwhelming me, and it has nothing to do with his big body or bossy tone or his unrelenting confidence as he plays me like a fiddle.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his breath hitching as he speeds his hips up. “You like feeling me on top of you, don’t you?”
I don’t answer, but he can probably tell by my sharp intake of breath and the way I tilt my hips to press up into him that he’s right.
“You know what I’d do if I didn’t give a fuck about getting caught?” he asks, his lips so close to my ear I can feel the heat from his breath through our masks.
I let out a sound that could mean anything as my body tightens.
I never thought I’d be into dirty talk. I can’t even watch it in porn or movies without getting secondhand embarrassment, but I’m definitely into everything that’s coming out of his mouth right now.
“I’d do exactly what I said. I’d sit on your chest and feed you my dick. Then I’d fuck your mouth and use your throat while you choke on me.” His breaths are harsh and fast, and the little grunts and groans falling from his lips are almost as hot as the way he’s frotting against me. “But I wouldn’t finish like that.” His groan is quiet and laced with pleasure, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I sink into his words and what they’re doing to me.
“Just as I’m about to come, I’d put you on your knees in front of me. That way I could see your face while you swallow my load. See you looking up at me as you take everything I gave you.” He shudders against me and lets out a breathy groan. “Then, when I’m done, I might get you off too.” He rubs his cheek against mine in a rough scrape that adds to my sensory overload. “If you’re good, of course.”
