Chapter 41

Jason is forcefully pulled away from the basement stairs and pressed against the refrigerator. He’s gently bitten on one shoulder, then the other. A tongue drags down and along the nape of his neck, stops between his tightly constricted shoulder blades. The stranger’s breathing intensifies: brisk, hot, and unsteady. Jason tries to say something, but he can’t because the guy behind him jolts his pelvis, thighs, and erection against his bottom, pressing hard. The trespasser licks one of his earlobes, nibbles at it, and whispers in a baritone’s deep voice, “I’m going to fuck you. Don’t try to get away from me if you know what’s best for you.”