James
He's such a faker. All the what the fucks, and you're fucking crazy; then he giggles a little after each one.
I turn him over and secure the belt to a wooden plank, then sit on his chest.
He yells at me to lose the jeans, then humps the air.
I sit up, undo my zipper, then pull my dick out. A few strokes right in front of his face, just out of reach, has him damning me to hell.
My hand feels good. Finally, some relief.
When he yells that I'd better give him my cock before he screams his head off, I lean forward, metal meeting his lips.
Riley
Oh.
I lick my lips for a second.
Oh.
I wasn't really going to suck him off. He's a complete fucking psycho stranger.
No, I was just going to bite him, maybe. That would be self-defense, right? No jury would convict me, especially with my shorts ripped off and a belt around my wrists.
But, but, but... in the dark all I can feel is the metal ball tracing its way around my lips and the smooth, warm silk that's the head of his cock.
Jesus fuck.
My tongue peeks out a little until someone's gasping, and then I lick.