Bite Me! - You Know I Like It (Spooky Boys #1)

by Fae Quin

“All my life I’ve never struggled for control,” he breathed. “Until I met you.”

He shushed me, his hands slipping to my shoulders, his head dropping down until his forehead pressed against the spongy skin along my cheek. He was cool to the touch, his breath hitting the base of my throat in quiet puffs. He held very still, the sound of my breath echoing between us as one of his hands slid to smooth over the delicate skin on my neck. He held me there, hand to throat, chin to forehead, the silence between us louder than anything I’d ever heard.

“Please—” I’d never begged a day in my life and liked it. But with him… God, I did. I wanted to plead with him every day for the rest of my goddamn pitiful existence.

“Just…” He was trembling and I couldn’t help the way I spread my thighs wide, urging him to crawl between them till our bodies were flush. “Just a taste?”

I wanted him to crawl inside me and make a home for himself, cracking open my ribs and burrowing beside my heart where it lay vulnerable and fragile inside my breast.

I wanted to stick my cock down his throat and watch him choke.

I fell asleep knowing deep down that he was mine.

She was made of sunshine and cotton candy and rainbows, and also apparently fury.

me

“You’re so little, baby.” The way he said little made me begin to shake with need.

“Makes me wanna make you fucking take it,” he grunted,

“Do you trust me?” He blinked, dark eyes full of warmth and heat—and understanding. I thought about it. I nodded. “Good,” he whispered softly. “Then trust me when I say I promise I will stop if I am at any point uncomfortable in any way.”

“I’m going to take my hand away now, okay?” Richard said, voice soft and honey-sweet. “But only if you can be good for me. Can you do that?”

“When I let you go, you’re going to relax. You’re not going to think about whether or not I’m enjoying myself. You’re going to lay back and let me take care of you.” Richard’s voice was gentle but firm as he spoke.

“Good boy.”

“That’s real good, sweetheart. Just like that,” he urged, reaching for my belt and unbuckling it with practiced precision.

“Look at you,” Richard breathed, leaning forward to bury his nose in the spongy skin on the inside of my right knee. I trembled. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, unable to help myself as Richard stared at me, his lips parted, tongue wet. God. I wanted inside his mouth so fucking bad it hurt. My hips twitched.

His eyes were rivers of wine, intoxicating, beautiful, dangerous. They said, ‘trust me.’ They said, ‘let me have this.’ They said, ‘let me worship you.’ And who was I to deny him?

“You’re beautiful,” Richard said softly, reverently. All my life I’d sat in churches’ hallowed halls but I had never felt as spiritual as I did in that moment with his attention on me. “Open up for me, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

“So fucking good for me, aren’t you sweetheart?” Richard’s voice had dropped another octave. It was so deep now I hardly recognized it.

All my life I’d been nothing but a shadow and yet when Richard shined his light upon me, I became tangible. His attention was a magic spell I hoped I’d never break.

He brought the sticky pads of his fingers to his lips and sucked them inside.

“Patience, baby,” Richard urged from between my legs. I refused to look at him, trying to calm myself down enough that I wouldn’t come the instant his lips wrapped around me. God. The idea of sinking into all that wet-hot pink heat made my head spin.

“I’ll take care of you, baby. Promise,” Richard urged, voice nothing but a wet growl as he slid his hand away from his cock, sticky fingertips trailing up my inner thigh slowly-slowly-slowly toward where I wanted him most.

I had never felt more desired in all my fucking life. I’d never felt more masculine. More wanted. More free.

When we surfaced again and I kissed him like my life was on the line. I slipped my tongue inside his mouth and he grabbed my hips, hauling me against the naked line of his body, his nails biting into my flesh hard enough to remind me that this was real. That I was here.

“Maybe it’s not such a bad thing to want things,” I pointed out. “Maybe that’s what keeps you alive.”

“And you’re not afraid,” he confirmed. “I probably should be,” I admitted. “But it’s… It’s you, Rich. It’s you.”

No matter what happened in the future, no matter where I went, no matter who I was with, Richard would always be my first. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“No, no, no,” I begged, shaking my head. “Don’t go.” “I know, sweetheart,” Richard urged, letting me hold him still, the pads of his fingers rubbing soothing circles deep inside me, glancing along my prostate with each gentle press. “I know, but I have to get my hand out if I’m going to put my cock in you.”

“S’okay, baby. Just be sweet to yourself, okay?”

“Fuck,” he swore, one big hand slipping up my sweaty lower back, his fingers catching along the knobs in my spine as he urged me to arch my ass up for him.

I’d never been hungrier for cock in my entire life.

“That’s it,” Richard growled, lips dragging across my sensitive skin before he dug his teeth gently into the back of my neck in warning. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”

“Please, baby. I need to feel you.”

“You did so good, baby,” Richard urged, his thumb tracing circles along my temple.

His face said, ‘Did I do okay?’ It said, ‘I’ve never done this before.’ It said, ‘Please, tell me I didn’t hurt you.’

What a giant fucking nerd. I kinda loved him.

We’d been careful, but I could still feel the phantom pleasure of his cock pushing up inside me with every step I took.

It took the entire ride up for me to realize the reason I was hurting so badly was because somewhere, somehow I had fallen in love with Richard.

I knew getting out of town was probably the only thing that would stop me from confronting him. Or seeing him. Or breathing in the pine needles and remembering his scent.

For years, I’d felt like I was treading water. Holding my brother up, my family up, the town up. Struggling to keep my head above the surface when I was supporting a whole group of people that didn’t even notice I was drowning.

Richard smelled as he always did. But this time I recognized it for what it was. Home. He was home.

Richard was never happier than he was with his cock fucking me and his fangs inside my neck.