Page 18 of Peep
Anders slams his lips against mine, swallowing my pants. Without hesitation, he pushes past the crease of my lips and tangles his tongue around mine in a filthy, wet kiss. He kisses me hard enough to make my neck tip back, and I know I’ll need to come up for air soon.
My orgasm builds in the pit of my stomach as I continue to drive onto the dildo and fuck his mouth with my tongue. My cock is pressed tightly against his stomach. The delicious friction pushes me closer to release. Like he senses my impending orgasm. Anders pulls away and slams to his knees, making me gasp. God, he’s perfect.
Looking up at me with those baby blues, he yanks at his own cock, throbbing between his legs.
“Come for me, Jay,” he pants, then opens his mouth wide, sticks out his tongue and closes his eyes, waiting for my load.
Two tugs of my dick and ribbons of cum shoot out of my cock and land on his tongue, lips and cheeks. He looks like a mess, covered in cum, but he’smymess.
He opens his eyes, licking and swallowing the cum dangling from his upper lip. Between his legs, cum oozes from his owncock, forming a puddle on the floor. He shudders and squeezes one more spurt of cum before sinking back on his haunches.
Closing his eyes, he rests his head against my thigh, forcing me back onto the dildo. I bite my lip to hold back my groan. I’m painfully sensitive, but I refuse to move just yet. Honestly, my arse clenched around the toy is the only thing currently keeping me upright. Otherwise, I’d collapse in a lump into Anders’ arms, and I’m not quite sure we’re at the snuggling stage yet.
I release the grip on my cock and let my hands run through his hair. Anders releases a soft and satisfied hum against my thigh and unconsciously smiles. He’s stunning, dimple popping, smeared in my cum. How is he even real?
We stay like this for several minutes. It’s scarily intimate. I’m floating, high off him and his tantalising touch. For once, my mind is silent. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to enjoy intimacy and sex again, but he’s somehow made it possible. My heart swells at the thought of exploring this more, having him in every way possible. I’m greedy like that.
Anders slowly lifts his head off my thigh and looks up at me with a mixture of confusion and regret; I can’t quite be sure. The tender moment is fading as he comes back to his senses. Refusing to let him freak out, I pull off the dildo and drag him up. Cupping his cheeks, I lightly kiss his puffy lips, tasting my own release. I genuinely smile at him—not the false smile I plaster on every day, myrealsmile.
Anders’ shoulders unclench, and his watery eyes sparkle. His cheek twitches before breaking out into the sweetest smile. I can’t resist leaning forward and gently kissing that adorable fucking dimple. He releases a breath and then nuzzles my neck. We hold each other for a while before he pulls back with a fake scowl.
“This doesn’t mean we’re friends. I still don’t trust you,” he mumbles like a moody teenager.
“Good, you shouldn’t trust me.”
He pulls back further, making my chest tighten with panic. No, this can’t be it. I need a few more minutes of sweet Anders. I keep a firm grip on the sides of his face, but he struggles against my hold.
“What the hell does that mean?” His eyebrows draw together, and any trace of the smile he had is long gone, and a flicker of fear flashes behind his eyes.
I attempt some honesty because what else do I have to lose? He’s clearly suspicious of me if he’s set up a hidden camera.
“We all have secrets, Anders. I’m not sure you could handle mine, though.”
He huffs, pushing my hands from his face. I let him go.
“Don’t tell me what you think I can or can’t handle. And stop being so fucking cryptic. If you want this fucked up thing between us to continue, you’ll stop playing games and tell me who you are and what you’re up to.”
“You know who I am—Jahmar Walker, doctor and resident of Emeralds luxury apartment complex.”
“No,” he snaps. “You’re hiding something. You just said you had secrets. Until I know who I’m dealing with, consider us done.”
Bloody hell, always with the drama and threats. This is getting old; I know he’ll be back.
Anders drags up his trousers, huffing and puffing as he rights his clothes and wipes cum from his face. I hope he doesn’t wash them before giving them back.
“You really want to know who I am?”
“That’s what I said,” he bites through clenched teeth.
“Fine, but be warned, you’ll probably regret it,” I challenge, giving him a final out.
“Try me. I set up a hidden camera in your apartment. I doubt anything you do could shock me. I think it’s pretty clear I have a questionable moral compass.”
I laugh. “We’ll see, little lion. Same time tomorrow. Log onto your little camera feed. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Anders scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“Fine,” he mumbles before storming out of my apartment for the second time this evening.
