The metal in his face glints, even in the shadows the picture was taken in. Those pointed teeth are on full display with that long tongue of his scraping across a few on the top row.
I shiver, locked on his tongue for a long moment before I force my eyes to move downward.
His neck is bare without his collar. Long and slender with dark streaks of grease paint that are creased in the places he bends his neck.
But I’m back to looking at his mouth. His tongue. How long and big it is. How it felt in my own mouth at the brief, jarring kiss… The way it wrapped around my…
Oh, Jesus. Oh, no…
I stifle a groan and shove my hand against my lap, pressing against my length, hoping to impede the boner bound to pop up any minute.
The fear does not turn me on… It doesn’t.
My phone vibrates. A bubble emerges.
I see you see medarlin
Oh, Jesus… the bubble must be blue… he can?—
Ill be seein you soon too
That makes my throat cinch so tight, not even a drop of saliva could fit through the constriction. Pressure builds in my gut, making my stomach extend as it pushes outward. Then down.
To my balls, where they throb, heavy between my closed legs.
I whimper, hating the way my eyes keep lingering on that picture of him. It scares me… makes my skin crawl with desperation toescape.But his mouth… and those eyes… and his neck…
I finger the frayed, black collar still around my neck. My eyes pinch against the burn.
It felt as good as it did bad. As wrong as right.
What did he do to me? And why do I like it… Want more…
Sweet dreams my treat… Dream of me
With a heavy, clanking thud of my heart and a choking swallow, I lock my phone. But Static’s face is still at the forefront of my mind. Where I know it’ll stay.
Masking every dream. Every waking thought.
Like a wound I refuse to acknowledge… in hopes it’ll get bigger.
Worse.
Until I’m consumed by the infection.
Plunged in the static.
Chapter Eleven
My Little Secret
Cedrick
Ican taste him in the back of my throat—thick and salty and musky.Absolutely perfect.
I miss him already, and that’s sayin’ something—because I never miss anyone. I fuck and I move on, but there’s somethin’ about this boy that I just want to sink my teeth into and never let go…
My tongue flicks out against the sharp ends of my teeth, and I press into them, hissing as they pierce my flesh. But when that first bead of blood wells up and sinks into my taste buds, my eyes roll back, and my head falls between my shoulders. Cold air plumes around me, causing goosebumps to prickle down my arms. I shiver involuntarily, body rolling with the motion before I straighten and force myself to head back inside, flicking my cigarette butt to the ground.
