Page 65 of After the Chase

"Delcious." Then I spread him open and lean in, dragging my tongue over his hole.

"Fuck!" Chase's voice breaks on the word.

"I told you to be quiet." I bite the inside of his thigh hard enough to sting. "Next time you speak without permission, I stop." He whimpers but doesn't speak again.

I return to my task, licking and sucking and pushing my tongue inside of him. He tastes clean, perfect, like he knew this was coming and he prepared for me.

Good boy.

I work him open with my tongue, feeling him relax and open under my attention. His thighs are wobbly, his breathing ragged. When I finally pull back, his hole is wet and loose, clenching around nothing.

"Please…" he whispers.

"Did you just speak?" he tenses, then shakes his head into the bed.

"I still think you need to learn who is in control here, baby. Who is boss." I reach for the nightstand drawer and pull out the small blade I keep there. "We're going to do something a little different."

Chase turns his head, sees the knife, and his breath catches and eyes widen.

"Stay still."

I press the blade to his shoulder blade with just enough pressure to break the skin. A thin line of red wells up, and I lean down to lick it away. Holy shit, the taste of him is way more than I expected, it’s a mix of salt and copper and something uniquely Chase, and I suck on the broken skin as the flavor floods my mouth. It's intoxicating. Primal.

"Fuck," I breathe against his skin. "You taste perfect."

"You gonna to taste me too, baby?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yes please," he pants. I flip him onto his back and press the blade only hard enough to draw blood on my upper thigh, watching as the small amount of blood drips down my skin.

"Drink."

He doesn't hesitate and jumps up to suck on my thigh, and I throw my head back and groan at the sting, as his tongue laps up every drop. When he pulls back, his lips are stained red. I kiss him hard, tasting myself in his mouth, tasting us together.

"Bound to me by blood."

"Bound forever."

I reach for the lube and slick my cock, then I pull his legs over my shoulders, tilting his ass up as I line up against his hole. "This is going to hurt, baby, as I can’t hold on."

"I don't care."

I push inside in one hard thrust, and he cries out, pain and pleasure mixing together as he grabs on to my forearms, piercing my skin with his nails. I don't give him time to adjust as I start fucking him hard and intense, my hands gripping his waist hard enough to bruise.

"Fuck, Noah."

"Let me hear you,” I say, and he allows himself to let go, moaning and groaning like a satisfied whore, not giving a shit if anyone could hear, totally surrendered to the moment.

I lean down and bite his shoulder, tasting blood again. He's so tight around me, so hot, like he was made for me. I can feel every clench, every flutter, every attempt to stop me from leaving his tight ass.

"Touch yourself," I order. "I want to feel you cum on my cock."

He wraps his hand around himself and starts stroking, his movements frantic and uncoordinated. I can feel him getting closer, his body tensing, his breathing turning to short gasps.

"Cum for me," I growl. "Cum with my blood in your mouth and my cock in your ass, knowing you're mine forever."

He shatters with a broken cry, his hole clenching tight around me as he spills over his fist. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I bury myself deep as I cum, filling him until my cum overflows from his hole.

For a long moment, we stay locked together, both of us exhausted. Then I pull out slowly and collapse beside him. Chase turns to face me, and I finally pull off the mask. His eyes are glazed, his lips swollen, his skin marked with cuts and bruises and my fingerprints.