Still mine, at this moment.
I slip out of bed quietly and cross the room, every nerve ending lit up. The air in the room was thick, charged with the scent of sweat and the faint musk of sex from earlier today. From the bag I brought back earlier, I pulled out the mask. The pink neon skull, its hollow eyes staring back at me. The latex was cool against my fingers as I pulled it over my head, the elastic snapping against the back of my skull. The kind of thing Lex would pretend to hate while absolutely losing his mind over it.
The world narrowed to the eyeholes, the edges of my vision blurred by the harshcolor, and something dark and hungry uncoiled in my chest.
And I also find it kind of hot, that we both are so obsessed with having sex while wearing masks.
Turns out I’m not the only one with the mask kink, after all.
My boyfriend is also into this freaky type of sex.
Which makes me feel so good.
I don’t bother with clothes.
Lex’s cock lay heavy against his thigh, still soft but already stirring as I climbed onto the bed.
I straddled his hips, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his waist. The heat of his body seeped into me, his skin damp with the faintest sheen of sweat.
My breath hitched as I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around the thick base of his shaft.
Even flaccid, he was intimidating – uncut, the foreskin loose around the head, the veins already beginning to swell beneath my touch.
I didn’t hesitate. Not this time.
Lifting my hips, I guided him to my entrance, the slick head pressing against me. The stretch was immediate, a burning ache that had me biting my lip hard enough to taste copper.
Don’t get me wrong, having a boyfriend, who’sliterallyhung as a horse, isn’t the worst thing, but no matter how many times I prepare myself, it always hurts a little. But every time it feels so good, soI’m not going to complain, because that’s my favorite way of feeling pain.
I sank down slowly, my thighs trembling with the effort.
Inch by inch, he filled me, the ridge of his crown forcing me open, the weight of him pressing deep until my ass rested against his pelvis. A shuddering breath escaped me, my fingers digging into the tense muscles of his abdomen. His tattoos seemed to pulse beneath my touch, the inked lines ripping as his chest expanded with a sudden, sharp inhale.
Fuck, he was huge.
I stayed like that for a moment, impaled, my body adjusting to the intrusion. The mask made my skin feel too tight, my pulse roaring in my ears. Then I began to move.
My hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles, my cock bouncing with each lift and drop. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, wet and obscene.
My quiff fell into my eyes, the blonde strands sticking to my forehead as I picked up speed, riding him harder.
The burn morphed into something darker, something good, the drag of his shaft against my walls sending sparks down my spine. My balls drew up tight, my own dick leaking pre-cum in thick, pearly drops onto his stomach.
Lex stirred beneath me.
His gray eyes fluttered open, dazed at first, then sharpening as they locked onto the neon skull hovering above him.
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face, his teeth flashing in the dim light.
“Well, well,” he rasped, his voice rough with sleep and something far more dangerous.
“Looks like my little slutty stepbrother wanted to be in charge tonight.”
His hips jerked upward experimentally, testing the bonds, and the sudden depth had me gasping.
“Ride my dick like the cock-hungry whore you are, princess.”
The command sent a jolt through me. I obeyed without hesitation, slamming myself down onto him, my ass clapping against his thighs.
