Page 10 of Ravager

I fell down, my knees on the cold floor, and wrapped my fist around his cock, squeezing the base so he wouldn’t shoot everywhere while I found my end inside of him, yanking him down further so he was fully impaled on me.

“Oh, my god…” he whined, so desperate and aching. I gazed down at his abused body. His balls were so tight against the root of his cock, so eager to explode, as I no doubt hit somewhere deep inside him to make him almost black out. He looked done for. I squeezed his cock to stave off his orgasm for a second longer.

“Look at me,” I demanded, and when he did without hesitation, I crested, shooting my load inside him, over and over again, rope after rope flooded his ass as my entire body clenched and relaxed at once, flinching and heating and blacking out and whitening the edges of my vision as all my fucking dreams came true.

Amazing.

Avery’s eyes on me, with reverence, not hatred. Why did he hate me?

With the last ebbs of my orgasm still squeezing the pit of my stomach, I withdrew from him, plugging his ass with two of my fingers before any of my cum leaked out. I leaned down and took his desperate cock in my mouth, jerking him with my other hand up to meet my lips. The urge to bite, to cause him shivers of pain, was strong, but I didn’t.

I was clumsy at this, I knew that. His was the first cock I’d had in my mouth, but he didn’t care. Didn’t know.

Watching Avery through my eyelashes as he came apart was the most wonderful thing I’d ever seen. He twitched and heaved and yelled out as his cum splashed on my tongue. I swallowed each bitter load with greed, a mini-orgasm making my eyes flutter just at the sight, the taste.

I didn’t want to let him go, and kept sucking, licking, even when his cock began to soften against my tongue. No. It couldn’t be over now. Not now. He was mine, for fuck’s sake.

My head fell to his thigh, his warm, pliable cock resting on my tongue. His hand stroked the fabric of my hoodie and he squeezed his ass around my fingers. Saying nothing about my behavior.

This was my official happy place. Fuck anything else.

But with a sigh, it was obvious my time was up. I had to get out of here before he realized who’d just rocked his world. Who’d just ruined his own. One taste of Avery would never be enough. Could never be.

Still suckling his cock, I withdrew my fingers and reached up, running my cum-covered fingertips along his lips. He sucked them in, moaning and licking up my fluid.

Like a slap to the face, the outside world came rushing back. Our music had stopped, and I heard the spooky maze soundtrack again. Everything seemed small, stupid. Halloween decorations hung from every corner, haphazard and half-hearted. I had a fucking plastic spider stuck to my arm. Avery was tangled with fake webbing.

I withdrew. Kissed his knee and stood. Without looking back at him, I left the room where I’d made the biggest mistake of my life.

He said something just before the door slammed shut, but I didn’t let the words enter my mind. This had to be locked the fuck away.

How the fuck could I look at him again now that I’d learned what he tasted like?

Deleting the footage was easy. As I suspected, Zelda and dad were nowhere to be found, probably fucking somewhere in the maze themselves.

The CCTV on these back rooms was on a 24-hour loop, so it would be gone soon anyway, but I wanted to save Avery the trouble. He’d figure something had happened if he came up here, that it was mysteriously gone, but he wouldn’t guess why.

I deleted the footage from their system, but not before uploading it to my phone. It was dark, hard to make out grainy fucking, but if it was all I’d ever have of him. I’d take it.

This would have to be my little secret.

Once I had it, I headed to my dad’s office to use his bathroom. I was a mess, sloppy and disheveled, my movements too loose, like I was punch drunk and sleep deprived all at once. I didn’t like it. The memories, the cause of it all, would haunt me now.

I scrunched my nose up at the pack of baby wipes I found on his desk, but swiped them, heading into the small ensuite through a tucked away door. I used them,wiping off as much of the skull make up as I could. The black and white muddied together on the wipes, turning a messy gray with streaks of Avery’s body glitter shining through, and it took dozens to get everything off my skin, from my eyebrows and around my ears. Taking the contacts out hurt, my eyes dry and sore from the cheap things I’d picked up from a party store on the way here.

Watching my features come back into focus in the dark mirror above the sink was strange, confronting. And leaving the piles of blackened face wipes on dad’s desk felt like leaving the secret behind.

I wasn’t him anymore, the skull-faced man who’d fucked Avery. I was myself, Cole, his most hated.

With a black hole where my heart should be, I left the office to sneak out the back. There was nothing for me here now I was myself again.

Six

Avery

“What’s your name…?” I asked as the door slammed shut, my mystery skull faced man darting away before I’d even awoken from what he’d done to me, still reeling from the crazy orgasm and the way he treated my body.

Of course he’d leave. For a minute, while he’d been warming my spent cock and stroking my insides with such tenderness, I thought he might stay. He might wipe that make up off his face, show me his features and giggle with me about how intense it had all been.

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