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I alternated between gently caressing the taut skin and squeezing handfuls of his asscheeks. As I massaged them, I let my fingers drift closer to his crease, waiting for some sort of response. When he didn’t react, I brushed the tip of my index finger over his hole, featherlight across the puckered skin. The muscles in his back tightened. It could have been a flinch or him shifting his weight.
Remembering I had the mirror to gauge some of his reaction, I did it again, adding a little more pressure as I circled his rim. His chest rose and fell and his face tipped skyward.
Popping my finger in my mouth, I got it nice and wet before rubbing the spit around his hole. Trailing the tip up and down his backside, from crease to sac, I stole another glance at the mirror. He’d closed his eyes, his face still turned upward. Spreading his cheeks apart with one hand, I held him open as I traced abstract designs from his hole to his taint and along his balls, throwing in a teasing stroke to his cock now and again.
Since he hadn’t objected to my hands, I decided to take it a step further. Burying my face between his cheeks, I dragged my tongue over his hole directly. Circling the furrowed skin, I flicked and swiped between broader, lapping strokes, savoring the sultry taste of him.
Another muffled moan came from the mask. I glanced at the mirror, pleased to see his dark eyes once again, watching me in return. Knowing he wouldn’t turn into a psycho killer for real, Iconcentrated on the task at hand, flicking his delicate skin with my tongue before probing past the tight ring.
He arched his back at the same time he grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling my face in deeper. I speared my tongue in as far as I could, groaning when his hole clenched around it. My fingers tightened on his asscheeks, keeping him open wide. Knowing that he was enjoying it as much as I was, I sucked and licked with abandon. Groaning against him, I laved my tongue around his hole as if he was my last meal, making as much of a mess of his ass as I had with his dick. I didn’t care. I don’t think he did, either.
My cock throbbed between my legs, rock hard and dripping so much pre-cum there was a little puddle on the worn floorboards beneath me. Reluctantly dropping a hand from his ass, I squeezed my head and stroked my shaft to take the edge off, but it wasn’t enough. My balls were so full, it was bordering on painful.
“I want to fuck you,” I spat out, immediately looking at the mirror to see his eyes. They met mine in the antique glass, as lust-drunk as any I’d seen before. His dark lashes fluttered. Not a no, but not a yes, either.
“And then you can fuck me,” I added quickly. My gaze dropped to his hand, drawn by the movement in the mirror. Another shot of desire coursed through me. He’d started jerking himself too, the tip of his cock swollen and shiny with need every time the foreskin slipped over it.
“I don’t have a condom, though.”
He must not have minded because the next thing I knew, he was on all fours in front of me, lowering his chest to the ground and arching his back.
The responsible part of my brain told me it was a terrible idea, no matter how hot he was. But the horny part didn’t give a shit.
“Goddamn,” I murmured, getting into position behind him, caressing his asscheeks again. “Your ass is fucking perfect.” Leaning down, I spread his cheeks apart and spat at his hole. I let the spit run for a moment, gliding over the puckered skin. Before it got too far, I rubbed it into his hole with the pad of my thumb. Dipping my thumb inside, past the tight ring, I spat again. Pushing more saliva into his hole, I worked my thumb in and out as I stroked my cock.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I sighed, already envisioning how amazing he was going to feel wrapped around my cock.
Unable to wait any longer, I added a fresh layer of spit to the end of my dick and slicked it over the head. In an ideal hookup, there would have been lube. An old funhouse floor in the middle of a creepy ass carnival was far from ideal. Besides, I had a feeling he was the type of guy who probably liked a little pain with his pleasure.
Holding my cock steady, I nudged it against his opening, gradually adding pressure instead of slamming it in like an asshole. The moment it pushed through, I moaned, watching his hole swallow my head, gripping it like a vise.
“Oh fuck. You’re so tight.” I kept a guiding hand on my dick, making sure it didn’t pop out as I tried to slide in deeper, inch by inch. It was a slow, tortuous process of the best kind.
Every once in a while, the muscles in Bane’s back tightened before relaxing again. I could hear him breathing under the mask, sharp exhales and gasps as my cock pushed in deeper, stretching him open. While he clearly wasn’t opposed to bottoming, it was obvious he hadn’t done it in a long time.
Caressing his body with my free hand, I swept it along the curve of his hip and thigh, groaning when my cock sank in a little deeper.
“That’s it,” I said, taking advantage of the fact he was relaxing by pushing my pelvis forward. “You can take it. Just push back.”
His hips rocked backward tentatively.
“Go on. Push back. Fuck. Just a little more.” His hips pressed flush with mine, burying my cock to the hilt in his glorious ass.
We both groaned. My head tipped back; his fell forward, his forehead dropping to his arms as his body loosened around my cock.
“There you go,” I breathed, gripping his hips with both hands. Pulling back slightly, I thrust in slowly, watching my cock as it slid in and out of his hole. “My God, your ass is so fucking perfect.”
Tightening my hold, I meant to keep a steady pace. I meant to watch the smooth glide of my cock, in and out of his ass. But before I knew it, I was pumping a little harder, a little faster, alternating between watching the lurid show up close and in the mirrors around us. It was the hottest hookup of my life, no doubt about it.
My hips snapped against his ass harder and harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin blotted out the mysterious piano music. His beautiful dark eyes closed as his blunt nails clawed the old, painted floorboards, his muscular body the image of perfection as I drove my cock into him.
Leaning forward, I snatched his wrists and folded his arms behind his back. I stacked them on top of one another in the small of his back, keeping them locked beneath my grip. He pressed his cheek against the floor, presumably watching us in the mirrors while I railed him, hanging on to his wrists as my balls smacked against his, sending jolts of pleasure right through me. His cock bounced between his legs, slinging silvery stands of pre-cum everywhere.
“Come here,” I said after a moment. Pulling out, I patted his thigh, taking a second to catch my breath. “Come sit on my dick. You need to see how fucking hot you are.” I laid on my back,giving my knees a break from the unforgiving floor, and used my ruined jacket as a makeshift pillow.
He stood and straddled me, tilting his head as he met my gaze. Even without the machete, he still looked menacing. His body, all of the blood, the black skeleton jaw covering his own. Straight out of an old-school slasher film. There was a chance, however slight, that hecouldkill me and no one would be the wiser. After all, in the world of horror movies, I’d just committedthecardinal sin. With all of the screaming at the carnival? All of the gore? No one would even notice. Everything here wassorealistic, they’d think it was part of the act. On the other hand, if you banged the one doing the killing, did that still mean you were destined to die?
All kidding aside, I suppose I should have been more frightened than I was. A sensible person would be. Then again, I wasn’t very sensible. Nor did I have much of a life to lose. If I went out of this world with my cock buried in a stranger’s gorgeous ass—or his in mine—then I’d die a happy man.
