“Take what you need, Kase. I’m here,” I tell them as their breaths deepen in the hollow of my neck. They inhale shakily, and then, their tongue dips out to lap up the sweat that’s trickling down. I toss my head back with a groan, relishing in the sensation of a hot, wet mouth on my body—even if it’s not the one I want.
Kaser’s breaths intensify the further down my body they get, their tongue lapping and slurping my cum greedily. Theirlips suction around my nipple, and my back arches at the sharp sensation of teeth sinking into my flesh.
“Fuck,” I hiss, and they hum contentedly. “Fuckin’ brat,” I murmur as I run my hands over their head.
“Mhm,” they say, running the flat of their tongue over the ridges of my abs, scooping up the last of my cum. They lean back and let it drip from their mouth in an obscene display that makes my dick twitch.
“Jesus, Kase.” I reach forward and rub my thumb along their tongue before pushing it back into their mouth. They roll the muscle around my digit and hum as they suck.
Pushing them onto their back, I caress the back of their head while they’re sucking on my thumb, and with my other hand, I shove it in the front of their sweatpants to wrap my fingers around their throbbing cock.
Kase mewls against me, andfuck,I forgot how fuckin’ soft they get like this.
It’s a nice distraction.
I squeeze my eyes shut at the assault of my little treat, but I can’t stop the influx of images ravaging me.
His soft cries, his pleading words.
Pathetic little mewls and desperate moans of pain.
Tears of undiluted fear streaming down his sweat-slick skin. Their salty essence on my tongue.
“Oh! Sh-shit—” Kaser pants heavily into the side of my neck, hips jerking as their release nears. I feel their cock spasming in my grip, so I tighten my hold and smooth my thumb over the head, smearing the oozing precum, which is what sets them off.
Cum fills my palm, soaking my arm, and covering me with warmth. Kase breathes heavily into me, lips pressed against myflesh as they pant. I turn my head to the side to catch my own breath, feeling something akin to shame while also being exhilarated because I just made my best friend come while thinking of someone else.
Chapter Twelve
Danced With the Devil
Madison
It’s been over a week since I’ve seen him, and I can’t get him out of my mind.
He haunts my dreams.
Shoot, who am I kidding? He haunts me even when I’m awake.
Everywhere I turn, I swear I see him. Smeared white and black face paint, hauntingly sharp teeth, and piercings glinting in the sunlight. The crazy, mismatched pattern of his tattered clothes billowing in the slight summer breeze…
I shiver even though it’s still eighty degrees outside.
School starts tomorrow, and I can’t sleep, so I’m on another walk to try to tire myself out—but it’s not working. Maybe because I keep opening my phone to the text thread with his freaking face staring back at me… but I can’t help it.
There’s something that keeps calling me back. Something… haunting about him.
He…touchedme. In a way no one ever has. And I can’t forget it—as much as I’d like to.
“Static,” I choke on his name as I round the corner, pulling myself further away from the lamppost and bathing myself in inky darkness. Static changed something in me—and I don’t think it’s for the better.
I don’t feel better, anyway.
I feel all messed up inside. Confused and discombobulated.
This isn’t how I wanted my freshman year at college to go. It was supposed to be easy—or well,easier than this.
I got the courage to move away from home—which took a strength I didn’t even know I had, but I freaking did it. I’m here now, and I’m doing this all on my own. But then, I had to go and impress my new roommates, and now, everything’s all messed up… orI’mall messed up.
