Chapter 5

T hings with Kaelin are weird. One moment he's absent, leaving me to wake up on my own, and the next he's all over me. Telling me he wants me. Telling me to let him take care of me, to let him show me how good he can make me feel. It's giving me whiplash, but I can't deny that I do want him to show me all of those things. If only so I could finally decide if I'm into him or if it was just a fluke—a decision made solely because of the alcohol coursing through my veins. I remember his eyes turning completely black on me though, a shadow cast behind his body as he fucked me, but I can't tell if it was the alcohol or just my paranoia.

The cold breeze shifts my hair as I open the car door and step out of it, just to have Kaelin coming around to meet me. We're parked at a cemetery, which is definitely not what I had in mind when I asked him to fuck me again. I don't understand what we're doing here, but if the smirk on his lips is any indication, it can't be good.

"What—" I gulp. "Why are we here?"

"You said you wanted to try it again." Kaelin shrugs, grabbing onto the door before I can close it. I frown, looking at his hand. "And now I want to show you how I really like to play."

A shiver runs down my spine, fear wrapping around my bones until my hands shake. "What is this place?" I whisper, as if my low voice could calm the erratic beating of my heart. I can barely hear myself speak, let alone soothe myself.

"A graveyard."

"I can see that," I reply, looking around the empty parking lot. We're the only ones here—of course we are. It's midnight. The graveyard is huge, headstones scattered over a large space that looks never ending. There's a trail to my right that leads into the woods, and it looks creepy as fuck in there. All I know is that I want to go back to the dorms, where I'm safe and sound. I narrow my eyes on him, but he just smirks at me, and a shiver runs down my spine, uneasiness flowing through my veins. "What are we doing here though, out of all places?"

"We're going to play a game, little human." I scowl at the nickname and raise an eyebrow. Yep, definitely a freak . "You run, and I'll catch you."

"And if you catch me?" I question, thinking about how I'm definitely faster than him. He may play baseball, but we have a winning streak because of my skills.

"I fuck you," Kaelin whispers back softly, a sinful smirk on his lips.

My heart pounds in my ears, whooshing and taking over my senses. I can't hear him anymore, can't focus on him either. All I can do is try to calm my heaving breaths. I'm not freaking out. I'm not . I'm just a little weirded out, that's all. But my cock seems to have a mind of its own, thickening behind my jeans to a painful degree. It has its own heartbeat, and I can feel it in my balls too, which is suddenly driving me insane.

"Here's what's going to happen, Jeremiah." Kaelin's hand shifts from the door to my face, his knuckles brushing over my cheekbone. "You're going to get undressed…and then you're going to run into those woods until you can't run anymore. And then when I catch you, I can do whatever the fuck I want with you." I gasp when his hand falls from my face to cup my cock over my jeans. He grabs me, rubbing the heel of his palm over my erection. It's maddening, and my eyes widen when he gets on his knees.

"But first things first," Kaelin whispers as he unbuttons my jeans, and shoves them down my legs along with my boxer briefs until they meet my ankles. My cock springs free and bobs up to meet his face. He looks up at me, his eyes flaring with unbridled lust, and his tongue flicks out to lick my slit. "Fuck, you taste so good," he murmurs, licking more of my pre-cum.

I grab the back of his head with both hands, my fingers getting lost in the longer strands of his hair as I try to get him to take me further into his mouth. "Yes," I moan as he licks the tip of my cock again. "That feels so fucking?—"

"Good?" he asks with a smirk as he pulls away. "I know, baby. Now get undressed and run. I'll give you a head start."

This time it's me who smirks, because if he gives me a head start, he's definitely not catching me. Then again, I want to be caught. Maybe, just maybe, I'll walk.

"Don't even think about it," he sighs, and I stiffen. "You'll run, Jeremiah. Give me a challenge."

I frown, wondering how he knew I was thinking that. "How did you?—"

"You said it out loud." He winks.

"Oh." I laugh, muttering, "Of course I did."

I slip off my shoes, placing them back in the car, along with my discarded jeans and underwear. I take off my shirt, yanking it over my head as I look at him. His eyes don't leave my body at all, pretty much fucking me with them. And the look he gives me when I close the car door and step up to him? It could make me come on the spot, but somehow I manage to keep myself in check. There's just something about him that makes me want to throw all caution to the wind and live in the moment, and this is my chance to do it.

"Run along, little human," Kaelin whispers, and the nickname gives me goosebumps. I'm just about to ask him why he keeps calling me that, when he shoves me forward, towards the woods.

So I run with all my might, not looking back as I pump my legs like I never have before. Sticks and rocks cut the soles of my feet, and I whimper the further into the woods that I get. It's dark in here, and I keep tripping over roots and rocks, but I somehow keep running. Except, I now hear footsteps behind me—which can't be possible, considering he gave me a head start.

Keeping my eyes forward, I blindly keep running. There's no light in here anymore, and it's dead quiet. The sound of my breathing is loud in the silence, which is creepier than if there were animals making noise. But I hear him. He's right behind me, and I swear I can feel his breath on the back of my neck.

There's a light at the end of the tunnel though, because as I look forward, I see moonlight streaming in through the trees. I follow it, follow it, follow it until I can't anymore, stopping as I get close to a pond. But before I can process what to do next, I'm tackled onto the ground. My breath whooshes out of me as Kaelin presses my face into the dirt, my body pinned under him. It hurts, little rocks and sticks digging into my chest, and I whimper.

"Make that sound again and I'll fuck you with no lube, baby," Kaelin purrs, and I stiffen. His body drapes over my back, his hard cock between my ass cheeks, and he whispers against the shell of my ear, "Caught you."

But no .

I don't fucking think so.

How the hell did he even catch me this fast? There's no fucking way— none .

I throw my elbow back, catching him on his side, and he groans. His hold on me slips, but before I can attempt to flip myself over, his hand is on the back of my neck, pressing me into the dirt harder. A knife lands next to my face, and my eyes widen in shock, then fear. There's no way I'm letting him do whatever he has in mind?—

I kick and buck my body, pushing him off and over the side of me, then get up and run again. Before I can take two steps, he's already grabbing my ankle and hauling me back by it as if I weigh nothing. His hand crushes my head towards the ground. His free one grabs my hip and tilts my ass up into the air. I feel exposed, more than I ever have before. Naked in a way that makes me uncomfortable, which says a lot because I'm always naked in a locker room.

"You're not going anywhere, Jeremiah," Kaelin says against my ear, biting the lobe. "You're mine."

"I'm not?—"

"Mine to play with." He chuckles. "Mine to fuck. Mine to own. Just fucking mine ."

"Please—" I whisper. "I don't think I'm into this anymore—I want to?—"

"Stop?" he asks through gritted teeth. "No. I don't think so."

Rocks dig into my face as he pushes it into the ground even harder, as if he's trying to single-handedly crush my skull. I groan at the pain, feeling as he rubs against my ass ever so slowly, his cock rubbing against my hole. It lights my nerve endings on fire, drives me mad with fucking lust even though I know it shouldn't. I should keep trying to run. I should knock him the fuck out. But when he lets go of my head and runs his lips down my back, I close my eyes.

"That's it, baby," Kaelin whispers, and I relax slightly. "Let me?—"

But he doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, he licks down my crease. I startle, bucking my hips forward until I'm flush with the dirt, but he just takes hold of me and drags me back toward his face. He buries himself between my cheeks, licking at my rim with fervor. I moan as he spears his tongue inside of me, my cock throbbing all over again, and I'm desperate. For friction. For his hand. For anything, he can give me.

"Oh, fuck." I shift my head so my forehead is on the dirt, pushing my hips back toward his face. I brace myself with my arms, relaxing my hole to take more of his tongue inside me. "Like that ."

Kaelin moans as he eats my ass, licking deeply, spearing his tongue into me over and over. But he stops as soon as I wrap my hand around my cock and start to fuck my fist. "Not yet," he says, and when I look over my shoulder, he's grinning wickedly.

A shiver runs down my spine when he grabs the knife from beside me once more, but I try to relax even as the tip of it meets the skin of my upper back. "Are you—are you going to cut me?" My voice trembles as I ask the question, and he chuckles.

"Yes, Jeremiah." He all but purrs. "I'm going to cut you."

"But—"

"It'll only hurt a little bit," he says slowly. "I'll be so deep in your ass you'll barely even feel it."

"Please don't hurt me," I whisper, my body beginning to shake, my teeth chattering. " Please ."

"You beg so prettily, baby." He chuckles again, dragging the knife down my back a few inches. The tip breaks my skin, and it fucking stings. "But you're already such a good boy. Stay still for me and it'll be over before you know it."

I look over my shoulder to watch him cut his hand open, slicing it deeply. So deep, I know he needs stitches, but he doesn't even flinch. Instead, he tilts his hand over my ass as the blood pours out of the wound, and I feel the warm, sticky liquid dripping down my crease.

A finger presses against my hole, and I relax, letting him into me. I try not to think about the fact that he just cut his hand open to use his blood as lube, and when he presses a second finger into me and crooks them both, I effectively lose all train of thought. His fingers brush over my prostate, eliciting a moan from deep inside of me, and my legs tremble. My body shivers, my balls draw up, and?—

"Don't you dare fucking come," Kaelin growls. "I'm not done with you yet."

He withdraws his fingers quickly, leaving me feeling empty. I look over at him just to find him jerking himself with his injured hand, slathering blood all over his cock, and I swallow hard. He presses himself to my entrance, pushing in roughly, and he's bottomed out within two thrusts. It fucking burns like hell, and I shout.

"That's it, baby," Kaelin purrs. "Scream for me."

"Move," I growl, and he laughs, the decadent sound making my cock twitch. "Fuck me already."

"Your wish is my command."

Kaelin pulls back, then thrusts back in hard, over and over until my eyes are crossing and my toes are curling. Every time he pegs my prostate, it feels like I'm going to come. This is the second time I won't have to touch my dick to make it happen.

He slows his thrusts suddenly, and I feel the cool metal of the blade on my back again. On the next thrust, he brushes over my prostate and cuts a single line down my back. I cry out, moaning and pushing my ass back toward him, knowing it's probably going to cut me again. But I'm desperate to come. Desperate for more. Even if I feel like I'm about to be sacrificed with all the blood pouring out of me.

Sure enough, the cut goes further down, stinging, but I can tell it's shallow. I won't be needing stitches like he does. He either knows what he's doing or he's barely touching me. But somehow, with his cock deep in my ass, he's making me see heaven as he cuts me.

The bloody knife clatters to the dirt beside me, and then he's licking a trail up my back, moaning as he does. It sends a chill down my spine, and he stops at the first wound. "Your blood tastes so fucking good, Jeremiah." What the fuck is wrong with him? Why is he drinking my blood?

My stomach flips as he gives me another lick, and when he bites down on my cut, I scream. I can feel blood dripping down my back now, warm and sticky. He licks it up again, shoving his cock deep in my ass, making me see stars. I moan when he pegs my prostate once more, white, hot pleasure coursing through my body. So I don't fight him. I let him use me, abuse me.

"Your pain is my Nirvana, little human," he moans as he goes faster, harder. "The strongest aphrodisiac."

"Harder," I moan. "Fuuuuck."

"Beg for it, Jeremiah," he growls. "Beg me and I'll give it to you."

"Please," I beg. "Please let me come. I'll do anything?—"

"On your back," he says as he pulls out, but before I can make a move, he's already flipping me over. I land on my back, crying out as the rocks dig into my cuts. "Such a good fucking boy," he purrs, as he jerks his length with his bloody palm. "Look at how well you listen."

"Give me everything you have," I demand, as he pushes into me once more. "All of you, Kaelin. Don't hold back."

Looking up at his face, the moonlight shining on it, his lips are drenched in my blood and I watch it drip down to his chin. He bites his lower lip and bottoms out inside me, immediately thrusting back.

"You sure?" he asks with a smirk, and I look right into his eyes and nod. They turn black, the entirety of them, but before I can say anything, he's burying his face in the crook of my neck and fucking me so hard my entire body is rocking from it. "Take it, baby."

I moan, the little rocks digging into my back becoming unbearable, but as if he knows how to make it better, he bites my neck hard enough to draw blood. He seems to love it, and right now I don't want to deny him. Even if I am shaking as fear runs down my spine.

Spreading my legs wider, he starts to rub against my cock with his abs. Every thrust feels like I'm going to free-fall down an impossibly tall cliff, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. But Kaelin hovers over me with a grin, licking his lips.

"Hit me," he demands, and I frown, then moan embarrassingly loud when he thrusts into my ass just the way I love. "Make it hurt, little human."

For once, I don't argue. He's already hurt me, so tit for tat and all that. I rear my hand back and slap him, the sound ringing in the silence. My palm stings as his head rears to the side, and when he looks back at me, his lip is split open. It mixes with my blood, and I grin. He grins right back at me, fucking me harder, my body shifting on the ground with every thrust.

"Such a good little fuck toy," Kaelin moans, making my stomach flip. "Are you my little cum slut?"

" Yours ," I groan as he hits my prostate again. "All fucking yours."

"I know, baby," he whispers. "Now fuck your fist and come all over yourself so I can lick it off."

Kaelin's hand wraps around my neck at the same time my hand wraps around my cock. I speed up my hand as he all but crushes my windpipe, and my chest burns as I get closer to my release. I stare at his face as it feels like I'm going to die, just for cum to spurt from my cock like a faucet.

There's a shadow behind him, growing larger and flickering with every thrust of his hips against my ass. Something is fucking wrong, I know it, and his eyes do that thing where they turn black again. But as I feel his cock twitch in my ass, I don't seem to care. I clench around him, milking his cock, as I finish coming all over my stomach and chest. My vision becomes blurry and white at the edges, and just as I'm about to black the fuck out, he lets go of me.

Collapsing on top of me.

And doing exactly as he promised, licking my cum off my chest.