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Bane lifted the machete again and made another sharp, downward movement. Taking a hint, I shoved my jeans down and peeled them off, stopping only to kick my boots off too.
Standing there in just my boxers and a pair of socks with a raging hard-on, I spread my hands, waiting for the next command. Since he still had a deadly weapon in his hands, I’d let him call the shots.
The machete clattered to the floor.
He stepped over it, over my discarded clothes, and grabbed two handfuls of my boxers. With one swift motion, he ripped them apart. The useless fabric slid down my legs in a mock caress while my cock jutted shamelessly between us.
I steadied myself against his blood-spattered chest, my fingers splayed over his pecs. “You could have asked,” I said, my voice shaky. From nerves? Excitement? Fuck, I didn’t know anymore. Everything had gone topsy-turvy in this place. I figured my best bet now was to ride it out. Literally.
The corners of his eyes tightened again, an almost certain indication that he was smiling underneath that skeletal mask. If it was a glare, his dark brows would have dipped and they hadn’t. Not toward me. Thus far, he’d only shown bizarre infatuation.
“What about you?” I asked, sliding one hand down the ridges of his stomach. My palm was sticky with the residual blood by the time I cupped the bulge straining against the black denim. Regardless, I worked my fingers over the stiff fabric, feeling his hardness from as many angles as I could.
Making no move to stop me, his chest rose and fell quicker, his breathing a little louder under the mask.
“Hmm? Are you going to undress too? You’re halfway there.” I leaned forward, brushing my lips over his shoulder. Working my way across his chest, I left a trail of feathery kisses on his speckled skin. Beneath the salty, metallic scent, he smelledwoody and dark, like moss on an ancient tree. Rich and earthen with a touch of smoke, just like what I had smelled earlier in the night and, thankfully, not at all like the other scare actors that had gotten close to me.
Flicking my tongue over his nipple, I tasted blood again. Sucking harder, ridding myself of the coppery taste, I focused on the saltiness of his skin instead. Not wanting the other side to feel left out, I brushed my thumb over the hard peak and pinched it, alternating between groping his pec and toying with the more sensitive spot.
I heard a quiet hiss as he slid his fingers into my hair, cupping the back of my skull. Without warning, they tightened into a fist and he shoved me down on my knees. I grabbed his hips for balance with no choice but to stare up at him since he hadn’t released his grip.
Still holding me by the hair, he stroked the arch of my throat with his other hand, gazing down at me with that predatory look of his that set my blood on fire. He let go of my hair only to wrap his fingers around my neck, pressing in against both jugulars. My head swam from the disrupted blood flow and I clung to his jeans pockets, gasping in each breath before he cut that off too. Like using a damn machete to slice off my clothes, the strangling walked a fine line between dangerous and erotic. My cock twitched, as conflicted as I was over the whole thing. Gripping my shaft, I stroked myself slowly, choosing to embrace the sexiness of the situation instead of worrying about whether or not some stranger was going to strangle me to death.
Releasing me at last with a crinkly-eyed smile, Bane straightened and tilted his head, waiting. I didn’t have to ask “For what?”
I licked my lips and plucked open the top button of his jeans. Glancing up, I pulled the zipper down one metal tooth at a time, drawing out the suspense for both of us. His cock sprangforward, unbound by his jeans or any sort of underwear. A shade darker than his skin, it was a delicious tan color, his shaft smooth and thick. The flushed head peeked out of his foreskin, already glistening in anticipation.
I swiped the tip of my finger over the slit, collecting the pre-cum and pulling it away slowly, watching a spidery strand form between the two. I sucked the tip of my finger clean, making sure I looked up at him as I did it. He tasted like… kettle corn? It was the only thing I could think of to describe it, other than sweet, salty, and absolutely addicting.
Instead of sucking his cock nice and slow, making a show of it for him, I devoured it. I couldn’t help it. As soon as the dusky head slid into my mouth, I swallowed as much as I could until it cut off my airway once again. Choking back a gag, I lapped along his length and massaged him with my tongue, stroking the base of his shaft with my hand to make up the difference.
A muffled moan escaped the mask. His hips tilted forward, flicking now and again to slide his cock that much deeper into my throat. I stretched my mouth open wide, doing what I could to accommodate him.
His taste, his cologne. His whole slasher character. He was like the poster child for everything I loved about Halloween. It was driving me wild. Except, the more I sucked his dick, the more I realized the dark, smokey scent wasn’t a cologne. It washim.
I groaned at the newfound knowledge and sucked more of him down, trying to bury my nose in the dark patch of hair above his cock.
Sliding his hands into my hair, he grasped either side of my head and held me in place as he pulled his hips back a bit. I did my best to relax my throat in preparation for what I hoped was coming.
Bane did not disappoint.
Taking control, he continued to hold on as his hips snapped, burying his cock in the back of my throat, again and again. I alternated between looking at his dark eyes and looking at the mirrors, assessing what anyone else would see if they walked in. There we were, in the middle of the slowly rotating platform, a muscular, tatted-up guy in a mask, face-fucking me to the point of drooling. It was so fucked up. Everything about this carnival was fucked up. Sucking a dude off in the middle of a funhouse was fucked up. But it was also hot as hell. The fact I couldn’t see much of his face made it even hotter. I didn’t need to, though. His eyes said everything I needed to hear.
As soon as he gave me back control over my head, I pulled off his cock and gasped in a couple of quick breaths, wiping the wayward spit away with the back of my hand. To make sure he knew I wasn’t losing interest, I stroked his shaft again, redistributing the saliva along his length. As soon as I regained my composure, I dove in again. I sucked at his balls while jerking him, taking them in my mouth one at a time and nibbling on the tightening sac. The rich, earthy scent was even more prominent there and I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to devour every inch of him.
“Why don’t you take the jeans off?” I said suddenly, looking up at him. “It’ll be more comfortable.”
He tilted his head and blinked once. Brushing the hair off of my forehead, he trailed the tip of one finger from my temple, down the side of my face, like a question mark.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” I said with a devilish smile. “Promise.”
Toeing off his unlaced combat boots, one by one, he kicked them to the side and reached for his jeans.
Unable to help myself, I grabbed the waistband and pulled them down for him, sliding the dark denim along his muscular thighs with an appreciative noise. The carnival must have beenbased somewhere with warm weather or he’d had one hell of a vacation if his golden skin was anything to go by.
“Turn around. Let me see that ass.”
He did, surprisingly, presenting me with the most perfect ass on the planet. It was as sculpted as the rest of him, round and firm, everything I figured it would be beneath those skin-tight pants.
