We watch as one another strips down to nothing. His body is just as gorgeous as his hands and I can’t wait to touch it again. He reaches down and strokes his cock, getting himself hard. I mimic his movement even though there’s no reason to; I’m still hard from when we locked eyes downstairs.
“You don’t have a problem being a little adventurous tonight, do you?” he asks.
I wonder what he means, but then I see him pull out two pairs of handcuffs from his dresser drawer. He climbs onto the bed and lays down next to me.
“No,” I swallow, “sounds like fun.”
I am a little nervous being locked up. It’s too similar to what I do to those I take. But I don’t want him to change his mind about tonight.
“First, I want to feel your mouth on me,” he says.
I’ve never gone down on a guy before, but I don’t hesitate. Moving down the bed a little, I lick my lips and place them over his cock. It’s warm, and hard, and I know I’ll never be able to get enough.
He places his hands on my head and gently pushes himself further into my mouth. I can taste a little bit of precum and I swirl my tongue around his tip, licking up all of the salty liquid.
He grunts a little as I do so and my heart soars knowing I’m making him feel good. He starts fucking my face a little faster and I want to make him come, but I also really want him inside of me.
After a few minutes, he stops.
“I’m not ready to come yet. There is something else I want to do first. Come back up here.”
I crawl up his body and place a kiss on his lips as I stroke his cock. He flips me over onto my back and sits on my chest. He grabs my hands and secures them to the headboard behind me.
“I want to do it like this, this time. I want to see your face.”
He positions himself between my legs, sitting back on his heels. I smile up at him, happier than I can ever remember being before. Placing his hands under my ass, he lifts my legs onto his thighs. He spits into his hand and rubs it over my ass, lubing me up before he enters.
Pleasure flows through me as he slides past the bundle of nerves and deep inside of me.
“Ahhh…” I moan. “You feel so, good.”
“I’m going to make you feel really good tonight.”
There is something in his stare, something dark and dangerous. I get an uneasy feeling, but it doesn’t stick around for long. It feels too good.
He pumps in and out, slowly at first until I loosen up a little bit. Then, he really starts fucking me; fast and hard. It feels so good, I don’t ever want him to stop.
“I’m close already. Please, don’t stop!” I beg him.
“I’m going to do something to make it feel even better,” he says.
He leans over me, pushing my legs up to my chest. Then, he traces his hands up the sides of my stomach and my chest, and rests them on my throat.
The harder he fucks me, the tighter his hands get. The dangerous look in his eyes from a moment ago is more pronounced now. My heart starts racing and it’s not because of the pleasure any more.
“What are you doing?” I manage to get out.
“I didn’t want to. There was a moment or two that I actually pictured us together, but we’re just not meant to be.”
“No… please! Don’t!” I barely get out.
But he doesn’t stop.
All I can think about as white dots begin to cloud my vision is how ironic my life turned out. I’ve taken the lives of many people in the exact way my life is being taken.
As the blackness sets in, I think about Jessa and how no one will ever find her. It’s only a matter of time, but she is going to die out there. I’ll never see her again, but if I’m honest with myself, I will miss her music more than I will miss her.
But the worst part is that this is the first and only time I ever put myself out there. The one time that I thought I could be with someone, not by taking them, but because maybe they wanted to be with me too.